I personally researched the takeaway market, but my future mother-in-law disliked my job because it was too bad.

My girlfriend, Zara, took me home and her mother deliberately poured hot soup on me and even said that I framed her.

"How can you be so vicious, boy? I just said a few words to you, do you have to frame me like this?"

My girlfriend ignored my explanation and forced me to apologize to her mother.

I was seriously injured and chose to apologize to the hospital as soon as possible.

But she became even more aggressive and deliberately bumped into me when I was delivering takeaway.

She rushed out and pushed me to the ground, causing both of my arms to be broken.

She lay on the ground with her hands on her back, wailing, "The deliveryman hit someone! He is so heartless to bully the elderly!"

I looked at the recorder mounted on the car, but she snatched it away and threw it into the river. "I want to see whether the police believe you, a stinky deliveryman, or me!"

Zara rushed to the scene and slapped me in the face before I could speak. "I have never seen such a vicious man as you! I want to break up with you!"

After the breakup, they threatened to sue me to bankruptcy.

Just when they showed off how good Zara's new boyfriend was in front of me, he turned pale with fear. "Mr. Brown, I am not familiar with them! Please don't misunderstand!"

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In order to research and develop the takeaway market, I transformed into a deliveryman to experience the process.

As a result, an accident happened when I delivered my first order.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the community, I heard several aunts discussing something.

"Oh, is this the bag your son-in-law bought for you? It's really beautiful. It must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"Your second daughter has good taste, unlike my silly daughter..."

I always felt that I had heard this voice somewhere before. I looked over there, but I didn't have any impression of the old lady.

Just then, she caught a glimpse of me from the corner of her eye and the smile on her face faded instantly and the corners of her mouth turned down.

That look seemed to be looking at something dirty.

My heart skipped a beat and I thought to myself that it was not good.

Sure enough, she exaggeratedly shouted and then walked directly towards me, blocking my way into the community.

"Delivery man?" She looked me up and down, her voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for the people next to her to hear clearly.

"Yes, Madam, it's the order for 401, Building 4..." She smiled brightly upon hearing that and boasted to the people behind her,

"It was Zara from my house who ordered it for me again. I told her not to waste money, but this kid..."

The hypocritical compliments from the aunties around her rang out, praising her daughter for her ability and filial piety.

I was worried that the order would be overdue, so I wanted to walk around her and go inside.

"Hey, don't go! That's my takeaway!"

She pointed at the takeaway bag in my hand, "Is it this order? Just give it to me."

I took a half step back, "Auntie, please show me your proof of ownership, otherwise I can't give you this order."

Her face darkened and she cursed at me, "What? Would I cheat you out of a takeaway? You are such a low-key person! You messy people should be stopped outside the community. Look at how you have polluted our community!"

As she said that, she grabbed the takeaway and turned around to call the security guard.

I wanted to argue, but the security guy who came over stopped me, "Don't be impulsive! These old ladies are difficult to talk to! She is from 401, just give her the takeaway."

I took out my phone and called the recipient and sure enough, her phone rang.

Seeing this, I felt relieved and turned to leave, but a sarcastic voice came from behind.

"Wait! Did you touch my takeaway?!"

I looked back in surprise.

Our takeaway packaging has a sealing strip, how could I... She took it and wrinkled her nose and sniffed the bag. "What's that smell?"

She fanned the air with disgust, as if the bag was emitting some foul odor, "Your packaging is too casual, it smells bad!"

An auntie next to her said, "Yes, it's really hard to say whether the takeout is hygienic now. Besides, who knows if these deliverymen have any diseases...”

I sneered in my heart. I packed the dishes of this restaurant myself, using sealed lunch boxes with insulation bags outside. How could it smell bad?

"Auntie, we all have standard packaging and the lunch boxes are sealed. Look..."

"What are you looking at?"

She interrupted me rudely and started to open the takeout bag, "I have a bad stomach to begin with. Can you take responsibility if I get sick from eating?"

She took out the lunch boxes one by one and placed them on the stone bench next to her. Under the sun, the braised pork was shiny and the green vegetables were green.

"Oh, the amount is wrong, isn't it?" She picked up a box of rice and weighed it.

"Why does it feel less? Did you eat some on the way?"

I took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in my heart.

"Auntie, we have surveillance records for our meals and the portions are standard. And our riders have rules, they can't..."

"Rules? Can rules be eaten?" She sneered, her voice suddenly rising, "I see that few of you in this business have clean hands and feet! You are all dressed in slovenly clothes, running around the gate of our community, how bad it is for the image!"

"Auntie, if you have any questions about the food, you can apply for after-sales service according to the platform process, or contact the merchant directly."

I forced myself to calm down, my voice was a little tight, "If you insist that there is a problem, I can take photos for you and record it and feedback to the company for processing."

"Process? How to process? Refund! You must refund!"

She put her hands on her hips, looking arrogant and unreasonable, "I will also complain about you! Bad attitude! Stealing food! You must lose your job!"

She spitted and the wrinkles on her face trembled with excitement.

There seemed to be more people watching the excitement around.

Those eyes swept over me, accompanied by whispers.

"...young people nowadays..."

"...delivering food is still..."

I slowly loosened my clenched fists and adjusted the angle of the recorder on my chest - I had originally wanted to record it and it just came in handy at this moment.

"Auntie, I have recorded what you just said."

"Regarding refunds and complaints, I will report it according to company regulations. If you have other questions..."

She probably didn't expect me to be so "calm". She was stunned for a moment and then became more angry. "You dare to record? What do you mean? Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, it's just following the process." I looked into her eyes and said word by word.

She was a little scared by my gaze, but she still didn't spare me.

"Hmph, let's see what you can do! Get out! Don't be an eyesore here!"

She waved her hand, as if to drive away a fly.

The timeout reminder on my phone kept broadcasting and the orders behind were about to exceed the time limit. I didn't bother to entangle with her and turned around and left directly.

"What kind of person is this! I was right, wasn't I?!"

Her persistent voice came from behind me again. I resisted the urge to argue with her and left with the security guard.

In the rearview mirror of the electric car, the old lady was still complaining to her neighbor with spit flying and her face was full of pride.

When I returned to the rental house in the evening, Zara was already at home.

Seeing that I looked bad, she came over to give me a massage.

"What's wrong? Who made my love Leon unhappy?"

I turned my head and looked at her smiling eyes. I angrily told her what happened at noon, but Zara smiled nonchalantly.

"Oh, I said that delivering food is not good. Besides, now everyone is delivering food and the quality of the deliverymen is not high... and they like to race on the street... Why are you arguing with the old lady? If it doesn't work, change your job in a few days. It's hard and embarrassing to deliver food..."

"Okay, stop talking," I interrupted Zara in a bad tone and she was stunned.

"I make money by delivering food and I don't feel ashamed. Also, now there is a seal on food delivery and the platform also has requirements. Is this job as bad as you say?"

Because I was angry, I spoke a little fast.

Zara was stunned. She didn't seem to expect my reaction to be so strong. She was stunned for a moment and waved her hand quickly.

"No, no, I didn't mean that."

I looked at her, feeling pissed off, "What do you mean? I was scolded by someone, but you didn't speak up for me. Instead, you advised me to change jobs?"

"Oh, you shouldn’t have to deal with that kind of person." She said impatiently.

"She is old, so she may be difficult to deal with. You should be more understanding of the elderly. Also, don't take your work out on me. I didn't hire you!"

Looking at her confident way, I suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

I met Zara on the street two months ago. She took the initiative to talk to me at the dining place. Since I was about to start researching the takeaway market, I told her that my job was a takeaway driver.

She was not like this at that time.

"I think delivering takeaways is good. I have free time and good income, but it's just a bit hard."

I suddenly felt very ridiculous and didn't argue with her anymore. I went straight into the bathroom.

After dinner, Zara took the initiative to come to my study room.

Her tone softened a lot, saying that she was wrong and shouldn't have said that. She said she wanted to take me home to meet her mother, as a formal introduction.

Although I was angry, I thought that she had already talked to her mother, so I agreed.

But I didn't expect that when I stepped into her house, I was stunned by the scene in front of me.

Looking at the familiar community and the familiar unit, I stopped and looked at her with a puzzled look.

"Which floor is your home on?" I asked her.

"401, I remember telling you?"

Zara looked back at me and when she saw my face change, she seemed to think of something.

"The delivery you told me that day... wouldn't it be my house..."

Her face suddenly became gloomy, but soon returned to normal, pretending to be calm and came over to hold my hand.

"It's okay, my mother is easy to talk to, you will know when you see her!"

Following Zara anxiously, I was thinking about countermeasures quickly in my mind.

But at this moment, the door was already opened.

"Zara! You are finally back!"