Yanqing sat outside a late-night food joint, shivering in the cold wind, wearing a thick coat over a pair of thin pajama pants.
"Boss, is it ready?"
He couldn't stand the cold any longer and urged the boss to hurry.
"Right away," the boss shouted back.
He clenched the car keys in his hand, feeling extremely hard done by.
In the dead of winter, at past four in the morning, he had to leave the warm comfort of his bed to buy late-night food for his girlfriend on the street.
His girlfriend had attended a friend's birthday party last night, drank too much, and went to sleep without eating anything. Then in the middle of the night, she kicked him awake complaining of a stomachache and asked him to go out and get some porridge.
Honestly, it was obvious that drinking so much with a bad stomach would make her uncomfortable.
