Divorced and Determined: The CEO's Ex-Wife Fights for Love-Chapter 148
Chapter 148 Sorry, Your Takeout Spilled a Bit!
“This Penguin chat group is too toxic! I can’t open it!”
“These guys don’t just post food pictures at midnight, they do it in broad daylight!”
“I’m doomed! Seeing all this food is making me starving and craving like crazy!”
“I’m at work, I can’t eat Boss Lu’s food. This feels like finally getting to visit a long-distance girlfriend, only for her to be on her period—pure torture!”
“Stop posting! One more food pic and I’m reporting you for posting NSFW content! Where’s the NSFW? Look at that golden fried noodles and Imperial Concubine Chicken Wings—shining with a golden glow!”
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No matter how much customers in the group begged, ranted, or cursed, the food pictures kept coming. It was as if the group had turned into a food photography competition—whoever had the best shots, posted the most drool-inducing photos.
It was like saying—“Haha, I got to eat Boss Lu’s food today. Feeling superior and proud. Just had to show off a little!”
One poor office worker was stuck in a meeting, listening to his boss ranting and scolding everyone. Already fuming with frustration, he glanced at the Penguin chat—only to see more food pictures popping up. Now he was not only angry but also starving.
Frustrated, he exited the chat and glanced at his home screen—there, he saw a yellow icon.
Meituan Takeout.
A light bulb flashed above his head—why didn’t I think of this sooner?!
He immediately opened Meituan, found a nearby Wallace (fast food restaurant), and ordered the cheapest meal combo—but with a long note in the special instructions.
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Nearby, a Meituan delivery rider in his signature yellow uniform was idly sitting on his e-bike, playing Honor of Kings because there hadn’t been any orders for 20 minutes. Just as he entered a match, a new order popped up.
“Damn it! I wait 20 minutes for nothing, then the moment I start a game, an order comes in. So unlucky!”
He checked the order details—the pickup location was just nearby at Wallace, but the customer note was long.
“Ugh, another one of these ‘special request’ customers.”
The rider hated these kinds of orders.
Ordering a 10-yuan meal but expecting extra favors—like grabbing bottled water, buying cigarettes, or even throwing out their trash.
If you don’t do it, they threaten to give you a bad review.
Absolutely disgusting behavior!
He braced himself and read the note.
[After picking up the meal, go to Huaguo Mountain Park and buy one of EVERYTHING from Lu’s Snack Stall.]
The rider was about to lose his temper—What kind of ridiculous request is this?
But then he saw the last line.
[The Wallace meal is for you, plus 10 yuan extra as a tip.]
The curse words that were about to leave his mouth stayed inside.
Wait a minute… I get a free meal AND an extra 10 yuan?
Is this for real?
This might actually be worth it. Plus, the delivery fee itself was another 5-6 yuan!
Huaguo Mountain Park? That’s just across the street!
No hesitation—he grabbed the Wallace meal, put on his helmet, and sped off.
Upon reaching the park, he was about to ask for directions, but then he saw it—At the foot of the mountain, a food stall with a massive line of people.
Riding closer, he took one look at the line and gasped.
“Holy crap, this line is ridiculous!”
He immediately called the customer.
“Hello? The line is way too long. I can’t wait that long. Find someone else!”
“No way! I’ll add 20 more yuan and give you a five-star review! Will you do it now?”
“…Alright, fine! But I’m only waiting 30 minutes. If it takes longer, you’re adding more money! Also, confirm the order now, or I might run out of time.”
“Money’s not an issue! I’ll pay whatever it takes!”
The rider hung up, sighed, and got in line. To pass the time, he reopened his game and started another match.
But just two minutes in, something caught his nose.
“What is that smell? Why is it so good?”
He stretched his neck to look ahead—Boss Lu was cooking twice-cooked pork.
“Damn! Just stir-frying pork can make me drool? That’s insane!”
He realized he wasn’t the only one drooling—other customers in line looked just as hungry and desperate.
Now he understood—No wonder someone was willing to pay extra to get this food.
No wonder there was a huge line.
This stuff must be amazing!
His stomach growled. Giving in, he opened the Wallace meal and started eating.
The Order is Ready!
Twenty minutes later, he finally reached the front.
Seeing the limit of one per item, he had no choice but to buy only one extra fried rice noodles for himself, while everything else was for the customer. He took a picture of the food and sent it to the customer.
The reply came fast.
[You only got two portions of fried rice noodles? You were supposed to get three!]
Oh crap!
The rider panicked—how did the customer notice a missing portion so quickly?
He had originally planned to keep a cup of iced mung bean smoothie for himself, but now… he had to let it go.
He quickly lied.
[They ran out. There were only two left.]
Packing everything up, he sat down and devoured his fried rice noodles.
“Holy crap! This is the best fried rice noodles I’ve ever had!”
In just a minute, he finished it all, still craving more. But the customer called again, urging him to hurry up—so he rushed off to make the delivery.
At Xusheng Electronics, a glasses-wearing office worker was waiting anxiously outside. Finally, the rider arrived.
“Finally! I’m starving! Hand it over!”
“Uh… Sorry, the food spilled a bit on the way.”
The office worker paused, then shrugged, “No worries, it’s normal for some soup to spill.”
The rider handed over a single plastic bag.
“???”
The office worker stared at it.
After checking multiple times, he screamed in horror.
“You call this ‘spilled a bit’?! YOU ATE IT ALL!”
The rider: “Uh… My bad. I’ll refund you.”
The office worker was furious but helpless—it wasn’t like he could beat up the rider.
But then—he noticed something suspicious.
There were crumbs on the rider’s lips.
“…Wait a minute.”
He took a closer look.
“YOU HAVE ICE JELLY CAKE CRUMBS ON YOUR FACE!”
“YOU ATE MY FOOD!”
“What?! That’s impossible! No way! I didn’t— hic!” The rider said.
“Damn it! EVEN YOUR HICCUP SMELLS LIKE OSMANTHUS OOLONG TEA! YOU LIAR!”
Enraged, he slapped his own face twice, leaving red handprints. He then took multiple selfies as evidence.
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“You either pay up and buy it again, or I’m filing a complaint!”
The rider, terrified, raced off to buy the food again—praying it wasn’t sold out.
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