The entire city's takeout ordering algorithm seems to favor Chen Mo.
For three consecutive nights, he would receive an order from the same girl, and receive the same negative review three times in a row:
"Don't let me see your face."
He thought he was being deliberately bored, so he could only silently avoid all interruptions and deliver every order in an orderly manner.
Until that rainy night, the door was opened a crack, and the accumulated emotions completely collapsed, and the girl with red eyes collapsed and choked.
Chen Mo didn't ask any questions or give any extra comfort. He just quietly placed the takeout at the door and turned around and walked into the wind and rain.
In the days that followed, the system still sent her orders to him again and again.
She secretly stuffed her with compensation to make up for her mistakes with guilt, but he returned calmly, never caring about the past.
He slowly discovered that this seemingly prickly and bad-tempered girl had the softest weakness hidden inside.
She is a young owner of a street corner cafe who started her own business. She is independent and tenacious in person, but she bears all the grievances and worries alone in person.
Late one night, a phone call broke the tranquility.
Her voice was soft and cautious, asking for help:
"Delivery boy, can you help me deliver a letter to the hospital? My mother is there alone."
In the deep rainy night, he accepted the frivolous letter.
There were only a few words on the envelope, gentle and firm: **Mom, wait for me. **
Chen Mo suddenly became enlightened.
She never disliked him.
She was just spending countless unbearable late nights, silently waiting for a silent and gentle stranger who would not judge her emotions to deliver her the care and tenderness that she had no time to express.
To the ninety-ninth order.
A gentle redemption running in both directions, hidden in the takeaways and evening breeze day after day.
