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After opening the packaging, there were several boxes of seafood ly packed inside.
A quice revealed flying crabs, prawns, spicy crayfish, and a bread crab that had been cut into pieces and stir-fried.
"Doctor..." Fatty was almost moved to tears. In that moment, he felt that whether or not he had a girlfriend or a sugar mommy didn’t matter; as long as he had the doctor by his side, that was enough.
"Eat while it's hot," Jiang g patted Fatty's back.
"Thank you, doctor!"
Among all the dishes, seafood was Fatty's favorite, but it was expensive, so opportuo eat it were rare.
He grabbed a flying crab and cracked it in half with a snap. As he looked at the overflowing crab roe, the earlier unpleasantness disappeared in an instant.
Jiang g gnced back at the door and noticed the delivery man was still standing there, not leaving.
"Anything else?" Jiang g asked.
The man smiled and, in a very polite tone, responded, "Mr. Jiang, you..." He rubbed his hands nervously. "You haven't paid yet."
Fatty stopped just before bringing the crab to his mouth.
Jiang g was stunned. "Pay for what?"
"Of course, for the seafood," the man seemed fused, looking at Jiang g. "Four flying crabs, one portion of spicy crayfish, one portion of prawns, and one portion of stir-fried bread crab. Your total es to 1070."
The man handed over the receipt, pointing to it for Jiang g to see.
"But I already paid," Jiang g said, "I had them packed to go."
"Sorry, Mr. Jiang," the man’s tourned more forceful. "Today’s a private event, all the ingredients are fixed, and we don’t offer takeout. This is an order for delivery."
In the sed, Jiang g turned around, snatched the half-cracked flying crab from Fatty's hand, and roughly put the two halves back together.
After rest all the food to its inal pce, he ha back to the delivery man.
"I don’t want it," Jiang g said, tilting his head with emphasis.
Delivery man: "???"
Fatty: "???"
With that, Jiang g escorted the delivery man out before he could react.
The sound of water spshing came from the kit.
Fatty washed his hands, feeling a little awkward, and said, "Doctor, I don’t mind ing crabs, but I think you shouldn't make things difficult for the delivery guy."
He pursed his lips. "I’ve delivered food before. It’s not easy for them, dealing with the weather, and sometimes with unreasonable ers. They don’t just not earn mohey end up having to pay for the meal."
"That crab," he added quietly, "robably his two days’ wages."
Jiang g was typing away at his puter, the sound of the keyboard tapping giving off an air of indifference.
Fatty sighed, realizing that the doctor hadn’t liste all.
Jiang g was someone who acted acc to his own style and rarely took others' advice—especially from Fatty.
After washing his hands three times with dish soap to remove the seafood smell, Fatty grabbed a towel and dried his hands before leaving the kit.
It wasn't that Fatty didn’t want to use hand soap, but Jiang g didn’t keep any, so he had to make do with dish soap.
Fatty didn't know the reason, but it robably because dish soap was cheaper.
"Fatty," Jiang g called as he removed his headphones, "Stop using so much dish soap. Just rinse your hands in a bowl of water."
"I know, doctor."
"You’ll have to wash them again. What a waste..." Jiang g mumbled after putting his headphones ba.
Before Fatty could figure out what Jiang g meant, there was a knock at the door.
Fatty hurried to open it, and it was the same delivery guy from before. However, this time, the delivery man was wearing a wide grin. "Is Mr. Jiang here?" His eyes sed past Fatty, peering into the room.
"He's here," Fatty hesitated, l his voice to ask, "What's up, buddy? Did the boss not approve the return or something?"
"Mr. Jiang!" The delivery man immediately called out excitedly upon seeing Jiang g. "Could you e here for a moment?"
Fatty turned around in fusion and looked at Jiang g.
Jiang g took off his headphones and walked over calmly.
The delivery man handed over the rge bag of seafood again, then began patting himself down as if searg for something.
"You don’t o look," Jiang g said. "Give me the receipt, I’ve got a pen here."
The delivery man smiled awkwardly and handed over the receipt. Jiang g took it, quickly sig with a "shh, shh, shh," and ha back.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang," the delivery man grinned from ear to ear. "I’m new here, just started doing deliveries, didn’t reize you earlier. Sorry about that."
"No problem," Jiang g replied.
After the delivery man happily left, Fatty sat at the table filled with seafood, still baffled.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What just happened?
"Eat," Jiang g’s voice called from across the room, still sitting at his desk, typing nontly. "It won’t taste good if it gets cold."
Fatty picked up the crab that had been broken in half and put back together, his mind wandering.
He recalled what Jiang g had said earlier: "You’ll have to wash them again. What a waste..."
"Doctor," Fatty asked, his eyes wide with surprise. "Did you know he would bring it back?"
"And who paid for this? What do you mean ‘didn’t reize you’? Do you often go to these kinds of pces?"
Fatty’s eyes widened as he asked three rapid-fire questions. " you really just sign something a a 1000 yuan meal?"
Though the sum wasn’t huge, it was still a signifit expense for Fatty.
"It’s more or less like that," Jiang g responded while entering something into his puter. "I know the hotel owner. We’re friends."
"No wonder."
Despite his rge fingers, Fatty was quite nimble at peeling prawns. Before long, a portion of prawns had been devoured, and he was fog on the crayfish.
"Doctor," Fatty said between bites, his mouth full. He cracked open a of umbling, "I really envy you. You know so many rich people."
Fatty’s words were sincere. He had spent many years w odd jobs, dreaming of wealth aering high society.
But unlike many others, he didn’t resent the rich.
He uood that the rich had simply worked harder.
"Doctor," Fatty said, peeling another prawn and gng up at Jiang g with curiosity. "Did your friend work really hard to build up this hotel?"
Jiang g thought for a moment, then replied, "It was fi took about two nights, and by the third day, the hotel was handed over to him. I eve with him to finalize the paperwork."
"By the way," Jiang g added, as if remembering something. "You know that guy, Pi Ruan."
Fatty nearly choked on a crayfish.
(End of the Chapter)
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