.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.

slippery. I fell, spilling the

called the customer to explain

"Don't make excuses. Late is

scraped hand hurt to the bone, but I

the

swnovené

I kept apologizing.

appeared and helped me

arrived or how

hid my hand behind

"Don't

it," he

eyes red. "Go wash

Swoyeas

quickly."

the

the car. I'll take

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