Chapter 125 The Bill

After tearing open the packaging, inside were boxes and boxes of seafood, meticulously packed.

A quick glance revealed flying crabs, mantis shrimp, spicy crayfish, and a stir-fried Dungeness crab cut into pieces...

"Doctor..." Fatty was practically crying with gratitude, instantly feeling that having a girlfriend or being taken care of wasn't important at all. Just having the doctor by his side was enough.

"Hurry up and eat it while it's hot," Jiang Cheng said, patting Fatty on the back.

"Thank you, Doctor!"

Among all the delicacies, seafood was Fatty's favorite, but unfortunately, it was quite expensive, so he didn't get to eat it often.

He grabbed a flying crab, snapped it in half with a "crack," and gazed at the overflowing crab roe. All his previous unhappiness vanished in an instant.

Jiang Cheng glanced back at the door and noticed that the delivery man was still standing there, not having left.

"Anything else?" Jiang Cheng asked.

The man smiled and replied in a very polite tone, "Mr. Jiang, you... " He rubbed his hands together, "haven't paid yet!"

Fatty's mouth, which was just about to devour the crab, froze.

Jiang Cheng was taken aback. "Pay for what?"

"For the seafood, of course," the man said, also stunned. The look in his eyes towards Jiang Cheng became subtly different. "Four flying crabs, a portion of spicy crayfish, a portion of mantis shrimp, and a portion of stir-fried Dungeness crab, a portion of... your total comes to 1070."

The man held the bill in one hand and pointed it at Jiang Cheng with the other.

"Wasn't that already paid for?" Jiang Cheng said. "I told them to pack it up to go."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang," the man said, seemingly disbelieving Jiang Cheng's explanation. His tone became firmer. "Today is a private banquet, and all the ingredients are fixed. We don't offer takeout service. This is considered a delivery."

In the next second, Jiang Cheng turned around, snatched the flying crab from Fatty's hand before he could take a bite, and then roughly pieced the two halves of the crab back together.

After returning all the ingredients to their original places, he stuffed them back into the delivery man's hands.

"I don't want it." He raised his neck and said in a deliberate tone.

Delivery man: "???"

Fatty: "???"

After saying that, before the delivery man could react, he politely ushered him out.

The sound of rushing water came from the kitchen.

Fatty washed his hands and said, "Doctor," his voice sounding somewhat conflicted and embarrassed, "it doesn't really matter if I eat crab or not, but I don't think you should make things difficult for the delivery guy."

He pursed his lips. "I used to be a delivery driver myself. It's not easy. Not only do you have to brave the wind and rain, but if you encounter unreasonable customers, you not only don't make money, but you also have to compensate them for the meal."

"That crab just now," he paused and added softly, "might be two days' worth of his wages."

Jiang Cheng sat in front of the computer, the sound of his typing revealing a sense of indifference.

Fatty sighed, knowing that the doctor hadn't listened at all.

This was someone whose actions were a law unto themselves.

He rarely accepted advice from others.

Especially... from him.

He washed his hands three times with dish soap until there was no longer any fishy smell, then grabbed a towel to dry his hands and walked out of the kitchen.

It wasn't that Fatty didn't want to use hand soap, but Jiang Cheng simply didn't have any. He always used dish soap instead.

Fatty didn't know the reason, but it was probably because it was cheap.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng said, taking off his headphones, "use less dish soap! Just rinse it with a basin of clean water!"

"Okay, Doctor."

"I'll have to wash it later anyway, what a waste..." Fatty heard the former mutter after Jiang Cheng put his headphones back on.

Just as Fatty frowned, unable to understand what Jiang Cheng meant, the door rang again.

Fatty ran to open the door. It was the same delivery guy as before, but this time, his face was full of smiles. "Is Mr. Jiang Cheng here?" His eyes bypassed Fatty and peered inside.

"He is," Fatty said, stunned. He lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong, brother? Is it that the boss didn't agree to the return, making things difficult..."

"Mr. Jiang Cheng!" The delivery man shouted excitedly the moment he saw Jiang Cheng. "Could you come over here for a moment!"

Fatty turned back, puzzled, and stared at Jiang Cheng.

The latter took off his headphones and walked over unhurriedly.

The man handed over the large bag of seafood again, then patted all over his body, seemingly looking for something.

"Don't bother looking," Jiang Cheng said. "Give me the bill. I have a pen here."

The man smiled obsequiously, then handed over the order. Jiang Cheng took the bill, skillfully "swish, swish, swish" signed his name, and handed it back.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang," the man said, grinning from ear to ear. "I just started delivering for this place and didn't recognize you. I'm really sorry."

"You're welcome."

Until the man left happily, Fatty sat at the table filled with seafood, his head still filled with question marks.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What exactly happened?

"Eat," Jiang Cheng's voice came. He was still sitting at his desk, casually typing on the keyboard. "It won't be good if it gets cold."

Fatty picked up the crab that had suffered who-knows-what karma in its previous life, being broken apart and then put back together, and his mind was filled with wild thoughts.

He immediately thought of Jiang Cheng's seemingly unintentional words: *I'll have to wash it later anyway, what a waste...*

"Doctor," Fatty raised his head in surprise and asked, "You knew he would bring it back?"

"Also, who paid for you? What do you mean, he didn't recognize you? Don't tell me..." He widened his eyes and asked three questions in a row: "Do you often go to places like that?"

Signing a bill could offset 1000 yuan in meal expenses...

Although this amount of money wasn't a lot, it was still a considerable expense for Fatty.

"Sort of," Jiang Cheng replied this time, not ignoring Fatty. He lowered his head and typed something into the computer while answering, "I know the hotel owner. We're friends."

"No wonder..."

Although Fatty's fingers were rather thick, he was very nimble at peeling mantis shrimp. In no time, a portion of mantis shrimp was wiped out. Fatty then began to focus on the crayfish.

"Doctor," Fatty was unbearably spicy. While chewing, he pulled open the tab on the complimentary can of Coca-Cola and said vaguely, "I really envy you, knowing so many rich friends."

Fatty was sincere when he said this. He had drifted around in society for many years, changed many jobs, and had also dreamed of getting rich overnight and entering high society.

But one thing that set him apart from many unsuccessful people was that while he was envious, he wasn't resentful.

His partner, who ran long-distance freight with him, would often deliberately cut off luxury cars on the highway, using the size of their truck to intimidate them.

At the same time, he would curse viciously, saying that these people's money wasn't earned legitimately, that they were either mistresses or they were swindling and cheating...

But Fatty didn't think so. He always believed that there were more good people than bad.

They were just working harder than him.

"Doctor," Fatty asked curiously, skillfully peeling shrimp with his fingers and looking up at Jiang Cheng, "Did your friend work hard for a long time before starting this hotel?"

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and replied, "Well, about two nights. On the third day, someone gave him the hotel. I even went with him to take care of the formalities."

"Oh, right," Jiang Cheng said, as if suddenly remembering something, looking at Fatty, "You know that person, Pi Ruan."

Fatty choked on the crayfish.