Since living off campus, Shen Dapeng no longer has to worry about getting up early to go to class every day, so he sleeps late and wakes up late, and his work and rest schedule is very different from before.
After talking on the phone with Wang Yuying for half an hour, Shen Dapeng couldn't help but rub his dizzy forehead.
It was almost midnight when I came back with Li Zeyu and the others last night. I was asleep in the morning when I was woken up by Tang Wei. I didn't even sleep for a few hours.
Shen Dapeng lay on the bed again and felt much more comfortable.
It seems that it’s time to catch up on some sleep, otherwise, where would this dizzy head come from?
As soon as Shen Dapeng closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep in a short while. He didn't know how long he slept for. He was having a sweet dream when he was woken up by the rapid ringing of the phone.
Who is so ignorant that they don’t know when to call?
Shen Dapeng opened his eyes, feeling annoyed as he took out the phone from his pocket and saw that it was Sun Dapaozi's call.
"Brother Peng, it's still the same this morning. There are more than twenty empty orders alone."
Shen Dapeng was unhappy at first. When he saw the call was from Sun Dapao, he thought something had happened to the food delivery. As soon as he answered the call, Sun Dapao's loud voice rang in his ears.
"That's it?" Shen Dapeng babbled impatiently, "I thought the sky was falling. Didn't I tell you that all empty orders should be recorded by the food delivery personnel, and no one would be charged a penny.
If it’s less, should those restaurants be compensated?”
"I know this, Brother Peng, what I mean is, isn't this a big head? I didn't enjoy the hot pot last night, and I changed a restaurant in the middle. We are not going anywhere tonight, just in the room. I will leave these two
Apart from a few of us digesting the more than ten snacks at noon, we brought the rest back, and how about having a good meal with the two bottles of white wine I bought?"
Sun Dapao probably didn't hear Shen Dapeng's sleepy voice, but he was still talking excitedly.
"Grandma, I'm convinced too. This Huang Bin is so capable. He throws away hundreds of dollars every day. He's really patient!"
Shen Dapeng's mind was now a little clearer, and he couldn't help but laugh when he heard Sun Dapao's grumbling words.
"Okay, he can't stand me. He wants to punish us. If he can give up hundreds of dollars a day, let's just accompany him and see how long he can endure. In addition, as you said, don't leave the rest of the fast food.
I returned it to the restaurant, please bring it back."
Sun Dapao happily agreed and then hung up the phone.
Shen Dapeng rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed.
Calling yourself for such a trivial matter, who else but Sun Dapao can do it?
What can I do if I'm angry now?
Having been woken up and unable to fall asleep again, Shen Dapeng simply got up and prepared to go out for a walk.
In April in Beijing, when walking on the streets, the wind blowing in your face gives you a very comfortable feeling.
After eating a little in the morning, Shen Dapeng felt a little hungry, so he went to a nearby restaurant and ordered a bowl of noodles.
It's lunch time now, but there are only a few diners in Nuo Da's shop, and the boss also looks reluctant.
Business is not good, so the boss is certainly not happy, but because of the epidemic, many people don't go out to eat, and this situation is not like this one.
Shen Dapeng had long been used to it, so he didn't care.
Perhaps because of the sluggish business, there were no waiters in the store. The boss was both a chef and a waiter. In a short time, he brought the hot noodles to Shen Dapeng.
After Shen Dapeng picked up his chopsticks and took a few bites, a middle-aged man of about the same age who was eating at the next table suddenly sighed and put down his chopsticks, looking listless.
"Old Liu, why are you still sighing? Hurry up and eat."
After the restaurant owner brought Shen Dapeng the meal, he stood at the door and looked at the scenery on the street. At this time, he heard the middle-aged man sigh and couldn't help but turn around and said.
From the looks of it, the boss knew the middle-aged man eating, otherwise he wouldn't have called him Lao Liu.
The middle-aged man known as Lao Liu sighed again and pointed to a backpack placed beside him.
"Don't mention it. I planned to make some money in Beijing later this year, but who knew we would encounter something like this? The workers on the construction site were very scared, and everyone was afraid of losing their lives. No, most of them went home.
"
The boss was stunned, "Do you want to go home too?"
The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, "Can you do it if you don't go home? There are reports of ** on TV every day, and more and more people are dying every day. I am also a senior and a junior. How much money can I make?"
No matter what, if I stay here any longer, I’m afraid my life will be lost.”
"Yes, you are right. Being able to go back one day sooner is better than staying here and getting infected, right?"
The boss also sighed, "Look at my store, where is the business? This business is getting worse and worse, maybe I will close in a few days."
Old Liu hummed, then raised his head and looked around, frowning slightly.
"By the way, I remember you had a chef and a waiter in your store before? Why didn't you see them today?"
The boss smiled bitterly and said, "Hey, isn't this motherfucker's fault? The chef and waiter are from out of town and went home two days ago. Just like you, there's nothing I can do about it."
"Yes, this place is too scary. No one is willing to take their lives when they come out to work. Okay, I'll leave now. I'll see you again when I have the chance."
After expressing a few words of emotion, Lao Liu greeted the boss, picked up his backpack and left the restaurant.
While eating, Shen Dapeng couldn't help but frown while listening to the conversation between the two of them just now.
No wonder when I went to pick up Li Zeyu and Lin Xiaoxiao at the station yesterday, there were far fewer people in the station square than before, making it seem very deserted.
If this continues, after a while, apart from the local residents of the capital, there won’t be many people left, right?
After finishing the meal and paying the bill, Shen Dapeng continued to walk aimlessly on the street while observing the pedestrians and vehicles coming and going.
Although bus travel was not greatly affected, it was obvious from the passing buses that few people were riding on them.
Even those riding in cars, like pedestrians on the sidewalk, all wear tight masks for fear of being infected with COVID-19.
Many pedestrians dressed as part-time workers, carrying large and small bags on their backs, were walking in a hurry, as if they were rushing home. Most people's eyes were full of confusion and disappointment.
Seeing this, Shen Dapeng felt a lot heavier and had no intention of admiring the surrounding street scene.
Based on the memory of his previous life, Shen Dapeng knew that in the next few months, with the joint efforts of various departments in the country, the epidemic would be brought under control and slowly become a thing of the past.
However, the current epidemic, which is becoming more and more severe, has caused all walks of life in the capital to begin to decline, and many people are like migrating birds, seemingly fleeing from the capital.