So, reliance on personal conscience was essential. Liu Sang's restaurant had seen its fair share of diners absorbed in their smartphones while eating, but he never commented on it; after all, he wasn't a nagging mother.
Yet, when he saw Qian Jin meticulously wiping the stains accidentally splashed onto his phone, Liu Sang couldn't help but chuckle.
"Hey, young man, you've changed your electric scooter?" Liu Sang had also noticed the electric scooter parked outside his restaurant, which seemed different from the one Qian Jin used to ride.
"The previous one belonged to the company, after all. I've saved up and bought one for myself," Qian Jin swallowed the noodles he had in his mouth before responding to Liu Sang.
Liu Sang nodded. The barrier to entry for delivery riders was low, and having your own electric scooter was obviously best. If not, one could sign a rental agreement, but that required payment. Therefore, most delivery riders opted to purchase their own.
