My job, as you can see, is to be a meat deliveryman. Every day I have to deliver pork, beef, lamb, chicken, etc., all kinds of meat, to the stores that have placed orders. This is a tedious job. No matter it is windy, rainy or sunny, I have to drive the company's truck and deliver the goods according to the scheduled route, helping customers move the meat to their freezers and asking them to sign the delivery order. This day I was assigned to a new store, which is on the route I often take, just a slight turn away. I guessed from the delivery order that it was probably a small hamburger restaurant, like what we often see on the roadside, similar to McDonald's, but without a bright storefront or parent-child play area, a small store run by an ordinary family. When I arrived, I found that the iron gate there was pulled down, and it seemed that it was not open for business. I confirmed the address on the order again, which was the store in front of me, and the name on the sign was the same, but there was no one. So I tried to knock on the iron gate. "Is anyone there? A delivery person." After a while, the iron gate slowly opened, and a young woman walked out from underneath. She lowered her waist and said to the inside: "I'm going to pick up the kids first, and you can go home directly later." A man's voice came from inside: "Okay! Be careful…