The list flashed on the screen of my phone, and I poked it reflexively.
The rain hit my helmet, making a crackling sound like someone pouring beans on my head. The street lights on the street were dim, the water was almost over the scooter pedals, the trouser legs were soaked, and the rainwater poured down the neck into the collar.
"To pick up the meal, order Laowang Fried Chicken on Chuanhai Road, and for delivery, please order Building 6 of Huancheng Villa."
I glanced at the navigation. It was seven kilometers away and would be delivered in twenty minutes. It rained so hard that the road was blocked.
But what can be done? I ran for twelve hours today and only received twenty-three orders in total. The rent was due the day after tomorrow, and I had seventy-three yuan left in my pocket. If you don't take this order, tomorrow's breakfast will be suspended.
I put my phone on the handlebar, turned the accelerator, and the electric car jumped out in the rain.
The rain hit the back of my hand that was holding the handlebar tightly, making my bones ache with coldness. When I was waiting at a red light, I took off my helmet and wiped my face. I could see my reflection under the street lamp - a face that had been dried for too long, tired eyes, and I was living like a 42-year-old middle-aged man at the age of twenty-nine.
I looked down at my phone. The order note said: "Put more spicy and the beer should be cold."
I also drank cold beer, so I wasn't afraid of catching a cold on a rainy day.
