The Lethal Charm of the First Love novel Chapter 8

I used to be so pampered that I wouldn't even touch takeout.

During four years of college, Jordan would deliver food after class.

His dinner was often the boxed meal provided by the delivery company.

Once, I went to find him.

In a small room, he sat cramped with a group of delivery riders, eating rice.

I said, "Jordan, how can you eat this? It's not clean."

He looked uncomfortable. "Does it matter if it's clean?"

"Come on, let's go eat steak," I said.

I dragged him to a newly opened Western restaurant, where the average bill was over 500 dollars.

He stood at the restaurant entrance for a long time, silently taking off his delivery uniform.

After my family's downfall, I finally understood his feelings that day.

Just like today.

It started snowing.

The ground was slippery. I fell, spilling the food and wine.

I called the customer to explain but got scolded.

I still had to take another order.

Jordan said, "Don't deliver it."

"No, I've earned too little tonight," I replied.

"Then I'll buy," he said.

"What?"

With a ding, the system automatically accepted the order he placed.

"I'll buy your time tonight."