.Book12 Chapter8.
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.
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