"Hahahaha... It's not that serious, go home."
"Mr. Fang, see you tomorrow."
Tang Zheng saluted.
He looked longingly at Fang Che's desk until he saw that his own application was still on top.
Then he chuckled, "I'm leaving."
"Get lost."
Fang Che laughed and scolded, "Seeing your expression, don't worry, I won't forget to sign!"
"Hehe... Mr. Fang is mighty!"
...
As Tang Zheng walked home, his steps became much lighter. In his hand was a large package of the meals he had packed.
This was a habit he had developed over the past two months.
Near Little Mei's house, in an empty yard, a family moved in two months ago, with two elderly women and an old man who seemed to be paralyzed, and the two women appeared to struggle taking care of him.
So sometimes Little Mei would go over to help take care of them, and Tang Zheng developed the habit, at the Guardian Hall, to always pack an extra two meals when he ate.
And then bring them back after his shift.
