Since living off-campus, Shen Dapeng no longer has to worry about getting up early for class every day, so he sleeps late and wakes up late, and his work and rest schedules are quite different from before.
After talking with Wang Yuying on the phone for half an hour, Shen Dapeng couldn't help rubbing his dizzy forehead.
When they came back with Li Zeyu last night, it was almost midnight. They were asleep in the morning, so they were woken up by Tang Wei and didn't sleep for a few hours.
Shen Dapeng lay down again, and then he felt much more comfortable.
It seems that it is time to make up for it, otherwise, this dizzy head, where does the spirit come from
Shen Dapeng closed his eyes and fell asleep in a short while. He didn't know how long he had slept. He was having a sweet dream, and he was awakened by a rush of telephone ringing in his dimness.
Who is so short-eyed and doesn't know when to call
Shen Dapeng opened his eyes, annoyed, and took out the phone from his pocket to see that it was from Sun Dapaozi.
"Brother Peng, this morning is still the same, there are more than 20 empty orders alone."
Shen Dapeng was originally upset. When he saw Sun Dapao's phone number, he thought something was wrong with the food delivery. As soon as he answered the phone, Sun Dapeng's loud voice rang in his ears.
"That's it?" Shen Dapeng nagged impatiently, "I thought the sky was falling. Didn't I say that, all empty orders are counted for the delivery staff, not a penny? Less, should I compensate those restaurants?"
"I know, Brother Peng, what I mean, isn't this the big head? Last night, I didn’t enjoy the hot pot. I changed the restaurant halfway through. Let’s not go anywhere tonight. It’s in the room. More than a dozen fast foods, except for a few of us to digest at noon, the rest are brought back, just the two bottles of white wine I bought back, how about a good meal?"
Sun Dapao probably didn't hear Shen Dapeng's sleepy voice, and he was still talking over there excitedly.
"Grandma's, I have taken it too. This Huang Binte is too good for him. Throwing out a few hundred yuan every day is really patient!"
Shen Dapeng's mind was a little more awake at this time, and he couldn't help laughing when he heard Sun Dapao's complaint.
"Okay, he doesn't like me. Just let us. He can afford a few hundred a day. Let's accompany him to see when he can toss. Besides, just as you said, don't leave the rest of the fast food. It's returned to the restaurant. Bring it back."
Sun Dapao happily agreed there, and then hung up the phone.
Shen Dapeng rubbed his eyes and sat up from the horns.
Call yourself for such a small thing. Who else can do it except Sun Dapao
What can I do if I am annoyed now
Already woken up, she couldn't sleep anymore when she wanted to sleep, Shen Dapeng simply got up and prepared to go out for a walk.
In the capital city in April, walking on the street, the oncoming wind blows by, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
After eating a little in the morning, Shen Dapeng felt a little hungry, so he went to a restaurant nearby and ordered a bowl of noodles.
It's lunch time, but there are not a few diners in the shop, and the boss looks reluctant.
Business is not good, of course the boss is not happy, but because of SARS, many people do not go out to eat. This situation is not the one in front of you.
Shen Dapeng was used to it a long time ago, so he didn't care.
Perhaps because of the poor business, the waiter was not seen in the shop, and the boss was a chef and a waiter. In a while, he brought the hot noodles to Shen Dapeng in front of him.
Shen Dapeng picked up his chopsticks and ate only a few bites. A middle-aged man of the same age who was eating at the table next door suddenly sighed, put down his chopsticks, and looked listless.
"Old Liu, why are you still sighing, hurry up and eat."
After the restaurant owner brought Shen Dapeng over for dinner, he stood at the door looking at the scenery of the street. At this moment, he heard the middle-aged man sigh and couldn't help turning his head to speak.
Seeing this, the boss knew the middle-aged man who was eating, otherwise he wouldn't call him Lao Liu.
The middle-aged man called Lao Liu sighed again, and pointed to a backpack beside him.
"Don't mention it, the capital originally planned to make some money later in the year, but who knows what kind of SARS happened? The workers on the construction site are very afraid, everyone is afraid of losing their lives. No, most of them have gone home."
The boss was taken aback, "You want to go home too?"
The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, "Can I not go home? This TV is reporting SARS every day, and the number of people dying every day is increasing. I am too old and young, so how much money can I make? So, if I stay here, I’m afraid I’ll lose my life."
"Yes, you are right. It's better to get back one day earlier than to stay here and catch SARS, right?"
The boss also sighed, "Look at my shop, where is there any business? This SARS is getting worse and worse. Maybe I will close the door in a few days."
Lao Liu gave a hum, then looked up and frowned slightly.
"By the way, I remember that there were chefs and waiters in your shop before? Why didn't you see them today?"
The boss smiled bitterly, "Hey, isn't this SARS to blame? The chefs and waiters are both from outside the city. They went home two days ago. Like you, I can't help it."
"Yes, this SARS is too terrible. If you come out to work, no one wants to take your life. Okay, I'll go first, and see you later if I have a chance."
After sending a few emotions, Lao Liu greeted the boss, picked up his backpack and left the restaurant.
Shen Dapeng frowned as he listened to the conversation between the two just now while eating.
No wonder I went to the station yesterday to pick up Li Zeyu and Lin Xiaoxiao. There were a lot fewer people in the station square than before, and it seemed very deserted.
If this continues, after a while, apart from the local residents of the capital, I am afraid that there will not be many people, right
After eating and paying the bill, Shen Dapeng continued to walk aimlessly on the street, watching the pedestrians and vehicles coming and going.
Although bus travel has not been affected much, it is obvious that from the passing cars, it can be seen that there are few people in the car.
Even those in the car, like the pedestrians on the sidewalk, wear strict masks for fear that they will be infected with SARS.
And many pedestrians dressed as part-time workers, carrying large bags and small bags, hurrying on their way, looking like they are rushing home. Most people's eyes are full of confusion and disappointment.
Seeing this, Shen Dapeng's heart weighed a lot, and he was unwilling to appreciate the surrounding streetscape.
With the memory of his previous life, Shen Dapeng knew that in the past few months, with the joint efforts of various departments of the country, SARS will be controlled and slowly become a thing of the past.
However, the current severe SARS has caused all walks of life in the capital to depress, and many people are like migrating birds, and they seem to have to leave the capital to escape.