Two People Making Noodles Downstairs in the Office Building

(Thanks to the comic "Two people puffing away smoke behind the supermarket" for the inspiration) I thought my life was like this. In the morning, I competed with the rigid guy from the marketing department for layout. In the evening, before going home, I packed a peanut butter noodle and took the subway home. Until it rained that day, I met a colleague at the Shaxian snacks downstairs of the company. He also does design, and was so angry at the project poster that his liver ached. He also prayed every day that Party A would not suddenly go back and use the first version... In jargon... Hit it off right away? We agreed to meet at that shop every night, I thought, From now on, I no longer have to pack it up and go back to the rental house to eat alone. Add WeChat? I said that, but I regret it now. …The steamed dumplings on the chopsticks fell to the floor. …Hiss… I just blocked him in the group today.