“It’s here, it’s here!” Just as Hao Yunyang submitted the eight finished logos in one go and was about to get up from the stool to go out for lunch, rubbing his empty stomach, a sudden excited and high-pitched voice of a young woman rang out in the headquarters workspace of the Task China website: “He’s appeared again!”
Chapter Twenty-One: A Silly Smile
“Sir, have you had lunch?” Hao Yunyang looked around nervously, making sure there were no piles of clothes near the administrator, before cautiously walking down the stairs with a natural smile, greeting him warmly.
“Yes,” the administrator glanced at Hao Yunyang, nodding neither coldly nor warmly, then immediately shifted his gaze, ignoring Hao Yunyang’s existence.
“Hehe, I’m going to eat now, I haven’t eaten all morning and I’m starving,” Hao Yunyang said with a relieved smile, then walked towards the ramen shop, but after walking a dozen steps, he stopped and turned back: “Did you really eat?”
“…” The old man looked at Hao Yunyang without speaking.
“Hehe, it’s good that you ate, it’s good that you ate,” Hao Yunyang felt awkward, laughing sheepishly as he walked towards the ramen shop.
“Boss, I’ll have a clear soup… meat shreds noodles, with extra meat,” At noon, during the busiest time in the ramen shop, Hao Yunyang realized all seats were occupied after paying at the entrance, and thought to himself before telling the boss’s wife: “To go.”
“Having ramen?” Hao Yunyang stood at the entrance waiting for his noodles when Liu Ming, wearing flip-flops and looking dispirited, walked out from his residence. After approaching Hao Yunyang and yawning, he forced a smile with dark circles under his eyes: “Can you treat me to a bowl of noodles?”
“Ah?” Hao Yunyang was stunned, looking up to examine Liu Ming: “What were you doing last night?”
“Don’t even mention it,” Liu Ming’s briefly lifted spirit immediately collapsed, sighing: “I worked on a logo last night, hoping to earn some money, but after staying up all night to create the logo, I discovered the crowdsourced task had already ended. Isn’t that just my luck?”
“Logo?” Hao Yunyang’s eyes lit up, restraining himself from showing too much reaction, and called out to the busy boss’s wife: “Boss, another meat shreds… no, a spare rib noodles!”
