"Here is your one plate of egg fried rice," A man with slightly tanned skin, short black hair, and a large pot belly said with a smile as he handed a packed plate of rice to a middle-aged man.
"This street used to be so lively during the lunch hour. But now..." The middle-aged man sighed as he took the package of rice.
"Other than staying at home to keep themselves safe, what can normal people like us even do in this situation?" The pot-bellied shop owner smiled bitterly. "I just hope the security forces solve the matter of these kidnappings quickly. Otherwise, at this rate, I might have to shut down the shop and do something else to earn a livelihood."
"My situation is the same. If things don't change soon, the company I work for might also fire some people to lighten the burden," The middle-aged man said with a shake of his head before turning to leave. "See you tomorrow, boss. If I still have my job by then, that is."
