The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

The noise subsided.

The station returned to its usual tranquility, with people taking turns on shifts, leaving get off work, or charging their devices.

Gritting his teeth.

Lu Yuan plopped down on his bench and glanced at the food on the small table in front of him.

She tilted her head and looked at Shang Qingya: "Did you prepare this?"

"Um."

"Why didn't you invite me to eat?"

"You should have already eaten, right?" Shang Qingya pointed to the large pile of takeout bags.

She used the little change she had left to buy some vegetables.

This resulted in the only meat dish on the table being pork liver.

Pig liver is very cheap at the market.

Many older dog owners don't feed their dogs dog food; instead, they buy pig liver to feed them.

She figured that since Lu Yuan had been hanging out with Shen Jia and had bought so many things, he must have had a big meal outside.

So she couldn't speak.

But how should I put it?

You said my food wasn't good, so you're embarrassed to let me eat it?

That would seem like she was trying to gain sympathy or feign helplessness; she had already tried very hard to avoid affecting Lu Yuan...

"I..."

"This stir-fried rapeseed is pretty good."

"what?"

Shang Qingya suddenly looked up from her reverie.

I noticed that Lu Yuan has started showing off his food lavishly.

Not only did he start eating without permission, but he also had the audacity to offer his comments:

"The tofu was a bit salty, but the bok choy was just right."

"ah..."

Shang Qingya was both surprised and delighted, and her flustered appearance made her seem somewhat at a loss.

When she panics, she can't organize her thoughts, and her entire language system completely collapses.

"Then next time... I... won't put salt in."

"Is it even human to cook without salt?"

"I mean..."

Shang Qingya waved her hands frantically, indicating that that was not what she meant, but she couldn't quite find the words to say for the time being.

Lu Yuan had to step in to save the day and keep the conversation flowing smoothly.

"It's okay. There are no seasoning boxes at the station, so you can only add salt by feel. You can use the small spoon in the seasoning box when you get to my house."

"it is good."

Shang Qingya nodded vigorously without paying attention, and after several seconds it seemed as if she suddenly realized something.

I gasped sharply.

"I...your home...I..."

The language system has crashed again.

But Lu Yuan remained very calm:

"If you don't come to my house, where else can you go?"

I'm afraid you'll think this is inappropriate.

"Even the little girl didn't complain, so why should I be so fussy?"

Lu Yuan stood up and tidied up the dishes, saying softly, "Of course, it's not like I'm staying for free. We'll split the rent in half. Remember to pay me back after you graduate and start earning money."

"good!"

This is essentially saying what Shang Qingya wanted to say in advance.

If it's free, then the whole thing loses its original meaning.

"I can also take care of cooking every day!"

"Okay, then I won't have to bring you food anymore. You can prepare the meals at home in advance every day. I'll pay for it, and you can cook, okay?"

"good!"

One person contributes money, and the other contributes labor; it's fair.

Shang Qingya sat on the sofa, still feeling that everything in front of her was somewhat unreal.

The idea that was "unacceptable to the world" in her mind was "cohabitation".

Clearly, for a little girl, even though it's just living under the same roof as a roommate, it's a different story.

But in the end, it is still somewhat shocking.

Moreover, Lu Yuan seems to be someone who dislikes trouble, and may not necessarily be willing to put in the effort to deal with her mess.

Having enough to eat and a stable place to live both belong to the first level of Maslow's hierarchy of needs.

Ultimately, it is a fundamental human need.

Both of her needs were met by the man in front of her.

The gears of fate began to turn wildly the moment that takeout order was placed.

"Thanks to the God of Takeout for his mercy!" Shang Qingya sat on the small stool and started rambling again.

"You should be more grateful for that fruit knife."

Lu Yuan complained for a moment, then stood up and distributed the takeout he had brought back to everyone.

He can't finish all those milk teas and cakes by himself.

It would be a waste to leave it until tomorrow, since it would just spoil and be thrown away anyway.

"Brother Lu, I'll treat you to some fragrant and soft little cakes to wow you."

These delivery riders are all roughnecks; they would never normally eat such refined food.

They hugged him tightly, refusing to let go, and quickly looked up to thank Brother Lu.

When others become station managers, it's just that they have another person supervising them.

But things are different when Brother Lu becomes the station manager.

Three advantages of choosing Brother Lu as the station manager:

First, Brother Lu is rich. Others become "King of Singles" out of necessity, either because they are in debt, have families to support, or are sick.

Lu Ge is different. He only needs to eat his fill and doesn't have a family to worry about. He works himself to death and doesn't spend any money.

I'm running orders like crazy, purely out of passion.

My brothers don't hesitate to lend me money whenever they need it urgently.

Even in ancient times, this nickname wouldn't be "Single King of the East City," it would have to be "Little Mengchang of the East City."

Secondly, Brother Lu has a wide network of connections. If your car is locked by security guards, just call Brother Lu and he'll let you out immediately.

The security guards in the residential areas in the east of the city affectionately call Brother Lu "Dragon King of the East City".

Third, Brother Lu doesn't treat us like delivery riders, but like sweet and soft little cakes.

We'd never heard of anything like "bursting taro and blueberry Little Forest" before!

"Thank you, Station Master Lu!" Someone had already started flattering him.

He carefully picked up Lu Yuan's rider's jacket and draped it over Lu Yuan's shoulders, saying as he did so, "You should wear this, or you'll catch a cold."

Lu Yuan reached out and adjusted the position of his yellow delivery uniform, then sighed and said, "You guys have really made things difficult for me."

The old stationmaster sat in the innermost swivel chair, its leather worn and peeling.

Silently watching this scene, I originally wanted to get up and say, "I'm not dead yet."

But he looked down at the Bo Ya Jue Xuan in his hand, wrapped it tightly, and found it sweet.

Oh well, let the young people have their fun. We're leaving anyway.

"Station manager, I need to take the day off tomorrow. I have some things to take care of at home."

With a mischievous grin, Lu Yuan leaned over and put his arm around the old stationmaster's neck.

The old stationmaster nodded naturally, his gaze sweeping across Shang Qingya's face.

He knew in his heart that it was probably just a young couple going on a date or something.

Of course, we'll give you leave.

After all, Lu Yuan has never missed a day of work.

"I'm busy during the day, but I'll treat everyone to dinner tonight," Lu Yuan announced loudly. "Brothers, please come as much as you can. Even if you don't give me face, give the station chief some face. Let's celebrate the station chief's promotion together."

"We have to go!"

"Drink it all up!"

Everyone shouted and yelled.

The stationmaster watched the young man's retreating figure, listening to the words of congratulations on his promotion.

The unpleasant feeling in my heart vanished in an instant.

He originally wanted to speak up and stop them, after all, the cost of this meal was by no means small.

But after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

As the saying goes, you can tell what a person will be like at three years old, so he can probably tell what Lu Yuan will be like in the future.

It certainly won't be limited to a single delivery driver or a small delivery station.

What's the big deal about this?

Lu Yuan sat down next to him again and clinked glasses with him, also picking up a cup of milk tea.

It was also the story of Boya's broken string.

"Xiao Lu, although the station chief is not a high-ranking official, there are still competitors. Some newcomers are here purely for the position."

"I know, stationmaster."

"So you still need to figure out how to become more famous, after all, you're too young." The stationmaster's words were quite earnest.

Lu Yuan was aware of all this, and had long been aware of it.

But he didn't mention his thoughts or plans. Instead, he said, "I hadn't thought of this before. I do need to think about it in this direction."

"I still have faith in you, and I'll put in a good word for you when I recommend you."

The old stationmaster smiled and raised his glass.

Lu Yuan naturally clinked glasses with Lu Yuan, the rim of his glass slightly lower than Lu Yuan's by a few centimeters.

Neither of them said anything more.

Even Lu Yuan had to spend a long time trying to recall the stationmaster's full name.

But that's how men's feelings are; some things don't need to be said.

A song is appreciated by many, but few can truly understand it; a high mountain and flowing water are equally appreciated.