Taking out the wallet, paying the fee, and accepting the delivery—everything went smoothly. There was no problem with the deliveryman, and there was no problem with the delivered food.
Even after the door was closed and the deliveryman left, nothing happened. The process was so uneventful that the two could not shake the feeling that they were being to unnecessarily suspicious. Even so, they were not going to feast on the food that they did not order. Therefore, even though everything appeared normal, the boxes of delivered food were still left on the side.
"Braised fish, stir-fried potatoes and eggplant, pickled vegetables…" Ol' K was salivating as he opened the boxes. As he rattled off the names of the dishes, he swallowed back the saliva with a pained expression. "Can we really not touch any of this? It smells so good."
