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!"
