Chapter Twenty-Four: Delivering Takeout

However, that comment quickly disappeared among the flood of messages, and few people paid it any mind. Perhaps some saw it, but none cared enough to dwell on it.

Sang Yijia took the deliveryman’s helmet, let Lu Wenchuan head inside to make the milk tea, and checked the remaining orders. Fortunately, all the shops were close by, and the delivery locations weren’t far either.

Lu Wenchuan looked at Sang Yijia with a complicated expression in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Sang Yijia replied confidently. “I checked the map before coming here.”

Though she didn’t remember it perfectly, it was enough not to get lost.

Once again, Lu Wenchuan was caught off guard.

The cashier returned, “Five minutes, the ambulance will be here.”

“How’s the situation?” The cashier paused, seeing Sang Yijia put on the helmet. “Where are you going?”

“Delivering food. I’ll be back soon.” Sang Yijia wanted to urge Lu Wenchuan to go inside and make the milk tea, but the manager came out carrying a packed order.

“Hurry up and come back,” the manager said flatly, glancing at Lu Wenchuan. “Go inside and make the Beaten Scumbag Lemon Tea.”

Lu Wenchuan sighed softly, looking at Sang Yijia with concern. “Be careful on the road. Stay safe.”

“Take it slow, don’t rush.”

Sang Yijia froze for a couple of seconds, her expression momentarily dazed, as if she had heard those words somewhere before. Then she remembered—it was the dean’s mother who had said them.

She had said, “Jiajia, be careful on the road, drive slowly.”

“Remember to watch the traffic lights.”

They were all heading off to university, and the dean’s mother couldn’t help but worry, reminding them of every little thing.

Sang Yijia pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. “Alright.” Then she turned, grabbed the milk tea, mounted the scooter, and rode off with swift, decisive movements.

Lu Wenchuan watched her figure depart before finally drawing his gaze back and returning inside to work.

The manager glanced twice, “Doesn’t she look like a heartbreaker?”

“???” Lu Wenchuan was bewildered. What was that supposed to mean?

“I think she really does. So, imagine she’s your girlfriend and beat that lemon hard—really crush it. That’s how you get the flavor out.” The manager assigned him the task of pounding the lemons and added, “My little darling isn’t a heartbreaker, I couldn’t do it.”

Lu Wenchuan: “???”

The livestream chat was full of big question marks.

“Haha, so Sang Yijia is a heartbreaker.”

“The manager isn’t wrong.”

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