Chapter 102 Envy
Opening the packaging bag, there are boxes of seafood packaged inside.
After a cursory look, there were flying crabs, Pipi shrimps, spicy crayfish, and a bread crab that was cut into pieces and stir-fried
"Doctor." The fat man almost When you are so moved that you cry, you suddenly feel that it doesn’t matter whether you have a girlfriend to take care of you or not. As long as you have a doctor by your side, that’s enough.
“Eat it while it’s hot,” Jiang Cheng patted the fat man on the back.
"Thank you, doctor!"
Among all kinds of food, Fatty's favorite is seafood, but unfortunately the price is relatively expensive, so there are not many opportunities to eat it.
He grabbed a flying crab and broke it in half with a click. Looking at the crab roe that was almost overflowing, the previous unhappiness instantly disappeared.
Jiang Cheng looked back at the door and found that the man delivering the food was still standing there and had not left.
“Is there anything else?” Jiang Cheng asked.
The man smiled and replied in a very polite tone: "Mr. Jiang," he rubbed his hands, "you haven't paid yet!"
The fat man was about to move towards the crab's mouth.
Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, "What do you pay for?"
"Of course it's for seafood." The man was also confused, and there was something vaguely wrong in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Cheng, "Four Only flying crab, one spicy crayfish, one Pipi shrimp, and one fried bread crab. You spend a total of 1070.”
The man holds the order in his hand and gives it with one finger. See Jiangcheng.
"Isn't the bill already paid?" Jiang Cheng said, "I asked them to pack it up and bring it here."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang," the man didn't seem to believe Jiang Cheng's explanation, and his tone was also Become tougher, "Today is a private banquet , all the ingredients are fixed, and there is no take-out service. This is considered takeout."
The next second, Jiang Cheng turned around, snatched the flying crab from the fat man's hand before he could take it, and then broke it into pieces. The two halves of the flying crab were violently put back together.
After returning all the ingredients to their original places, they stuffed them back into the hands of the delivery man.
“I don’t want it anymore.” He raised his neck and said in a measured tone.
The man who delivered the food: "???"
The fat man: "???"
After that, before the man who delivered the food could react, he gave the gift away.
The sound of water rushing came from the kitchen.
While washing his hands, the fat man said: "Doctor," his voice seemed a little tangled and embarrassed, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether I eat crabs or not, but I don't think you should make it difficult for others to deliver food. That brother.”
He pursed his lips and said, "I have delivered takeaways before. In fact, it is not easy. Not to mention the wind and rain. When I encounter some unreasonable customers, not only can I not make any money, but I also have to compensate the customers for their meals." "The crab just now," he paused and added in a low voice, "may be his two days' wages."
Jiang Cheng sat in front of the computer and typed on the keyboard. The voice revealed a careless feeling.
The fat man sighed, knowing that the doctor didn't listen at all.
This is a man with his own unique style.
Rarely accept other people's suggestions.
Not to mention yourself.
He washed his hands three times with dishwashing liquid until there was no fishy smell of seafood on his hands, then he took a towel to dry his hands and walked out of the kitchen.
It's not that Fatty doesn't want to use hand sanitizer, but Jiangcheng doesn't have that at all, and he always uses dishwashing liquid.
The reason is unclear to Fatty, but it is most likely because it is cheap.
"Fat man," Jiang Cheng took off his headphones and shouted, "use less dishwashing liquid and just rub it with a basin of water!"
"I understand, doctor."
" You have to wash it after a while, what a waste." After Jiang Chenggang put on the headphones, the fat man heard the former mutter.
When the fat man frowned and wondered what Tong Jiangcheng meant.
The door rang again.
The fat man ran to open the door. Outside the door was the same brother as before, but now the latter's face was filled with a smile. "Is Mr. Jiang Cheng here?" He looked around the fat man and looked inside.
"He is here," the fat man was stunned, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong, brother? Is the boss not agreeing to return the goods? It's difficult."
"Mr. Jiangcheng!" The man who delivered the food was watching. The moment he arrived at Jiangcheng, he shouted excitedly, "Please come over here!"
The fat man turned back doubtfully and stared at Jiangcheng.
The latter took off his headphones and walked over calmly.
The man handed over the big bag of seafood again, and then felt all over his body, as if he was looking for something.
“No need to look for it,” Jiang Cheng said, “Give me the order, I have a pen here.”
The man smiled ingratiatingly, then handed over the order, and Jiang Cheng took it. He signed his name on the list skillfully and handed it back.
"Excuse me, Mr. Jiang," the man smiled from ear to ear, "I just came here to deliver food. I didn't recognize you. I'm sorry."
"You're welcome."
Until the man left happily and the fat man sat at the table filled with seafood, his head was still full of questions.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What happened?
“Eat it,” Jiang Cheng’s voice came. He was still sitting at his desk, typing on the keyboard carelessly, “It won’t taste good when it’s cold.”
The fat man picked up the crab that had been torn apart and put back together again, thinking about it in his mind.
He immediately thought of Jiang Cheng’s seemingly unintentional words before: It takes a while to wash, what a waste.
“Doctor,” the fat man raised his head in surprise and asked, “Do you know him? Will you send it back?”
< br>"Also, who paid for you? What do you mean by not recognizing you? Could it be..." He widened his eyes and asked three times: "Do you often go to that kind of place?"
Sign One order can be used to offset 1,000 yuan in meal expenses
Although this amount of money is not a lot, for a fat man, it is still a large expenditure.
"So be it." Jiang Cheng did not ignore the fat man this time. He lowered his head and typed something into the computer and replied: "I know the owner of the hotel and we are friends."
"No wonder."
Although the fat man's fingers were thicker, he was very flexible in peeling the shrimps. After a while, the portion of the shrimps was written off, and the fat man began to concentrate on dealing with the crayfish.
"Doctor," the fat man was so spicy that he chewed something while pulling the tab on the free can of Coke and said vaguely: "I envy you. You know so many rich people. Friends.”
The fat man said this sincerely. He had been drifting in society for many years, changed many jobs, and once dreamed of getting rich overnight and entering the upper class society.
But one thing that makes him different from many unhappy people is that he is envious, but he does not hate the rich.
His partner who runs long-distance freight transport often deliberately moves away from luxury cars when encountering them on the highway, using the size of the big car to scare the luxury cars.
At the same time, he cursed fiercely, saying that these people did not earn their money seriously, they were all mistresses, or they were cheating and abducting
But the fat man didn’t think so. He always felt that There are still many good people.
Others just work harder than themselves.
"Doctor," the fat man picked up the shrimp with nimble fingers, looked up at Jiang Cheng, and asked curiously: "Did your friend work hard for a long time to run this hotel?"
Jiang Cheng thought for a while and replied: "It's okay, almost. After two nights, they sent him to the hotel on the third day, and I accompanied him to complete the formalities."
"By the way," Jiang Cheng seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked at the fat man and said, " You know that guy, Pi Ruan.”
The fat man choked on the lobster.
I have been working overtime recently, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
(End of this chapter)