Chen Mo, a takeaway rider for ten years, took an order tonight: Cabinet No. 3 Of the funeral home morgue. Note: Add spicy, no coriander.
From now on, the phone has an additional countdown timer. Every order lasts for 30 minutes, and there will be no more people after the time limit.
Customers must sign for the delivery in person, and riders cannot see what is in the takeout box.
He thought the worst thing would be that he would never be able to send them all.
Later, the system packaged him as a takeout, and the recipient wrote three words:
Chen Mo. Myself.
Delivery time limit: None.
He can only stop signing himself if he runs fast enough.
