Chapter 165 Xuehe Food Delivery in City J

Chapter 165: Xuehe Delivery Service in J City

During training, Xiao Xing had reviewed numerous cases of lost packages—especially those delivered to customer-designated locations.

Once packages were stolen, customers grew furious and caused scenes. In some instances, nothing came of it; in others, couriers were forced to compensate.

Xuehe Express had accounted for these risks from the outset. The safest method of delivery was face-to-face handover. If a customer failed to collect a package on time, Xuehe’s elite couriers were required to determine liability.

Moreover, customers who missed pickups more than ten times would be blacklisted for six months and barred from placing new orders during that period.

Hu Yingrui said, “I won’t be home for another hour. Can you come back then?”

“Sorry, I have other deliveries to make,” Xiao Xing replied. He served multiple customers—not just one—and was extremely busy.

Hu Yingrui hesitated between returning immediately to retrieve the package and leaving it at the security desk.

He had purchased two No. 5 New Year gift sets—worth 80,000 yuan. Leaving them at the security desk made him anxious about theft.

At that moment, Shi Xinling gazed at him, her eyes reflecting both hurt and irritation. “Yingrui, are you going back for the package? Didn’t you promise to accompany me shopping?”

“You’re usually so busy—but today we’re out together, and it’s not even work-related…”

Seeing his girlfriend’s distressed expression, Hu Yingrui quickly said, “I won’t go back.”

Then he spoke into the phone: “Just leave it at the security desk. If it goes missing, I’ll take responsibility.”

“Understood.”

At Jinjiang Flower City, Xiao Xing hung up, relieved by Hu Yingrui’s words.

All eagle couriers’ phones featured built-in recording functions—and the entire conversation between Hu Yingrui and Xiao Xing had been recorded.

In case of disputes, the recording would serve as evidence, holding the customer fully accountable.

After depositing the items at the Jinjiang Flower City security desk, Xiao Xing took photos for documentation and proceeded to his next delivery.

J City.

*

Winter break had begun—and Xuehe Delivery remained fully operational.

Hu Qiwen accepted the Xuehe Express package from the courier, a delighted smile spreading across her face.

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome. Enjoy your meal!”

After closing the door, she called her father: “Dad, our delivery has arrived. How much longer until you’re home?”

“Almost there—fifteen minutes!”

Hu Qiwen and her brother plated the Xuehe Gourmet dishes onto their own plates, arranged them on the dining table, and waited for their father’s return so the family could enjoy lunch together.

Meanwhile, Sun Chengxin also received his Xuehe delivery.

He had just returned from playing basketball and encountered the courier en route home, picking up his order along the way.

Before even reaching his apartment, he opened the packaging, pulled out half a roasted chicken, and began eating it while walking back.

The rich, savory aroma drew curious glances from passersby.

“Young man, that roasted chicken smells incredible—where did you get it?”

The question came from a man in his fifties, holding the hand of a five-year-old boy.

Sun Chengxin replied, “From Xuehe.”

“Didn’t Xuehe shut down?” Though the man had never ordered from Xuehe himself, he knew the brand well—it was fairly prominent in J City.

Sun Chengxin explained, “The physical store is closed for winter break, but delivery service remains available. Would you like to try some? You’ll need a membership to place an order.”

“Delivery, huh?” The man nodded thoughtfully. “Thanks, young man.”

He looked down at his grandson and said, “We don’t eat delivery food. Grandpa will buy a fresh chicken from the supermarket and cook it for you.”

The boy asked, “Will it taste like this?”

“Yes—exactly like this,” the man assured him.

Hearing this classic child-soothing line, Sun Chengxin couldn’t help but smile.

Many food vendors in J City had attempted to replicate Xuehe Gourmet’s signature flavor—but without exception, all had failed.

This little boy’s expectations were destined for disappointment.

The next day, Sun Chengxin’s doorbell rang. It was the grandfather and grandson from the previous day. The boy’s eyes were red, tear stains still visible on his cheeks—he had clearly just been crying.

The grandfather’s name was Liang Jin; the grandson’s, Liang Ruizhe.

“Hey, young man—I live in this neighborhood too. My grandson absolutely loves that roasted chicken from Xuehe. Could you help me order one? I’ll pay you,” Liang Jin said. Without a membership, he could only rely on a neighbor’s assistance.

Sun Chengxin replied, “Sure. Yesterday I bought half a chicken for 250 yuan, and a whole one for 500 yuan. How much would you like?”

“Let’s start with half,” Liang Jin said. Most residents in the neighborhood could easily afford a 500-yuan roasted chicken.

Liang Jin withdrew 250 yuan in cash and handed it to Sun Chengxin, opting for half first to test it. “Thanks, young man.”

“You’re welcome.”

Liang Jin turned to his grandson: “Grandpa gave the money to the big brother—he’ll buy it for you. No more tears, okay?”

Liang Ruizhe nodded obediently. “Okay.”

That afternoon, Liang Ruizhe finally got to eat the roasted chicken he’d been longing for.

He devoured it eagerly and with obvious delight, his face radiant with joy.

Liang Jin, too, found the aroma irresistible—and smiled. “Eat slowly, Xiao Zhe. If you love it, Grandpa will buy it again tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Grandpa! You should eat some too, Grandpa!”

“Grandpa won’t eat.”

“No—Grandpa *has* to eat!”

After taking a small bite, Liang Jin watched his grandson savor the meal with quiet satisfaction.

Tomorrow, he’d order four—one for each family member.

*

Nanhe Village.

Jiang Peiyao and Jiang Peiyu, on their winter break, returned to Nanhe Village with their grandfather.

They had almost the whole winter vacation to spend in the village.

Jiang Yingxue took out a transparent crystal stone and had them place their hands on it one by one.

Jiang Peiyu elicited a blue glow, while Jiang Peiyao produced two glows: one blue and one green.

This indicated that Jiang Peiyu possessed a single water spiritual root, while Jiang Peiyao had dual water and wood spiritual roots.

Both of them had cultivation aptitude.

"Sister Yingxue, why does this stone glow?"

"Why don't you read these two books first, and I'll explain later," Jiang Yingxue handed them two relatively thin illustrated books.

These illustrated books were *Travels in the Cultivation World* and *Basic Knowledge of Cultivation*.

These books would give them a simple understanding of the cultivation world.

Jiang Peiyao, due to the Black Wind Serpent incident, and Jiang Peiyu, because of the information Jiang Yingxue usually shared with her, both read the contents of these books seriously.

After they finished reading the two books, Jiang Yingxue looked at them with a faint smile on her face. "Pei Yao, Jiang Peiyu, do you think the records in these books are true or false?"

Jiang Peiyao's excited mood hadn't yet subsided. She looked at Jiang Yingxue earnestly and said, "Sister Yingxue, I think they're true."

Jiang Peiyu said, "I think so too."

"Then, place your hands on it again and try," Jiang Yingxue took out the Spirit Testing Stone again and asked them to try placing their hands on it again.