The rain is like water pouring down from the sky.
I was riding an electric bike, soaked to the skin, and the Malatang in the takeout box was experiencing its third reincarnation. The navigation took me into an old alley. Three of the street lights were broken, and the remaining one was still flashing crazily.
The phone rang.
"Hello, your takeaway——"
"Can you hurry up? I've been waiting for forty minutes!" The other side started spraying.
I looked at the order notes: Building 402, Building 3, Qingmu Community, add spicy and sesame to the Malatang, and add less coriander. I'm an old customer, I've been angry about eighteen times a month, and received negative reviews every time.
Because of him in the last order, this month's perfect attendance award was ruined again.
"He'll be there soon, there's still two minutes left -"
"Two minutes, I'll give you a bad review now!"
Hang up.
I stared at the line of "Click to confirm delivery" buttons on the screen, my fingers trembling. It's not anger, it's coldness. After delivering this order, I ran fifty-six orders today, and each one was losing money.
The rainwater flowed down the gap in the helmet and into my neck. I cursed, turned full throttle and rushed into the rain curtain.
