"Wake up, Ugly Duckling. We're here! Don't make me burn you with my fire," Amy said, pinching its jaw.
"Meow!" The kitten woke up immediately. It struggled to its feet and looked at Amy.
"Here, hold it, Amy." Mag handed the cat to Amy and took the bag off the bike. He took a look at his watch. It had only taken him five minutes to get here. Normally, the same distance would take about half an hour on foot.
I'm sure Yangzhou fried rice is still warm, but tofu pudding has probably broken into pieces. The texture hasn't changed much though, I think. I'll charge him the same price.
Bikes are not half bad for delivering food. If people here used them to deliver food, that would be quite a sight.
Also, they could use horses for long-distance delivery.
That's not a problem I should worry about now, though. I'm already very busy as it is. Mag took Amy by the hand. "Let's go."
