Chapter 210 Daniel Discharged
"By the way, did you fix the tire?" Noah asked.
"It's already fixed."
The delivery guy smiled and said, "You helped me a lot. How about I treat you to a meal? Let's have some barbecue! After all, you've spent quite a lot of money on gas driving back and forth."
"Sure."
Noah didn't refuse. He hadn't had dinner yet, and if he declined, it would seem a bit unfriendly and insincere.
"Great! What do you want to eat? Order whatever you like," said the delivery guy.
Noah didn't hesitate and ordered two oysters, grilled eggplant, twenty skewers of lamb, twenty skewers of beef... and a bottle of beer.
After placing the order, the delivery guy scanned the QR code to pay.
"Go ahead and eat. I still have deliveries to make, so I can't eat with you," said the delivery guy as he got on his electric bike.
"Okay, be safe on the road," nodded Noah.
Shortly after, Grace grilled the barbecue and placed it on Noah's table.
"Try my cooking, Noah," she said.
Noah picked up a skewer of lamb and took a bite. It was delicious and spicy, with a hint of the lamb's aroma.
"Not bad, it's tasty," complimented Noah as he took a sip of beer.
"My father used barbecue, and I learned a lot from helping him when I was a child." Grace smiled.
Noah nodded, finished eating the barbecue, and continued to help.
Around ten o'clock, Noah saw that it was getting late and bid farewell to Grace before driving back home.
In the night, the moon was high, the evening breeze was gentle, and the temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold. There was the sound of insects in the villa's courtyard.
Noah parked the car in front of the villa's gate and noticed someone lying on the lounge chair in the yard.
"Back already?" came a deep voice.
Noah looked over and saw a middle-aged man lying on the lounge chair.
It was his father-in-law, Daniel.
But at this moment, he was wearing a thick down jacket, his face was somewhat pale, his breath was weak, and he looked much older.
"I'm back," Noah said lightly, entered the yard, and glanced at Daniel. "Out of the hospital?"
"Yeah, I've let you down, haven't I? This old fellow isn't dead yet."
Daniel smiled. "The doctors said that in about a month or so, I'll recover and live for many more years. And rest assured, I'll never go back to the old house in my lifetime. I want to live in Summit Retreat Oasis!"
"Well, then I'm really disappointed," Noah replied truthfully.
"Why, you!"
Daniel's face changed and anger appeared in his eyes. "What are you saying, Noah? Are you hoping for my death?"
"Yes, I'm hoping for your death."
Noah crossed his arms and remained unfazed.
"Why, you!"
Daniel trembled with anger, pointing at Noah, his hair standing on end. "Why do I have such an ungrateful son-in-law like you?! You didn’t call an ambulance for me, and you're also hoping for my death!"
"That was something you did on your own, and it has nothing to do with me." Noah rolled his eyes.
"You..."
Daniel was about to say something else when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest, causing cold sweat to appear on his forehead.
"It hurts so much."
He held his chest in frustration, coughing and turning red as if he was about to cough up his internal organs.
Daniel had just had heart bypass surgery and couldn't handle any stress. Any emotional disturbance would trigger a physical reaction.
"Take it easy. Don't get yourself worked up and end up dying right after being discharged," Noah said with a grin.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
Lisa came out of the house when she heard the commotion, worried.
"It's nothing..."
Daniel waved his hand, gasping for breath.
Lisa noticed that Noah had come back and immediately understood that Noah and Daniel had been arguing, which had caused Daniel to suddenly cough.
"Noah..."
Lisa bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"Noah, my dad just got discharged from the hospital. Can you please not upset him? I don't want anything to happen to my dad..."
"Sure."
Noah nodded, grinning, "I promise I won't upset him anymore since you asked me to stop. Don't worry, I won't."
"Thank you, Noah!"
Lisa breathed a sigh of relief.
Her loved one and significant other was on either side of her. If neither of them compromised, she wouldn’t know how to handle the situation.
"Oh, by the way, husband, Evelyn messaged me and said that you went to deliver takeout. Is that true?" Lisa suddenly asked.
"Well... sort of," Noah replied. He had just helped a delivery guy with an order, so he supposed that was delivering takeout.
"Delivering takeout?"
Daniel's eyes flickered as he looked outside, where a white car was parked.
"Tsk tsk tsk, could you really have gone to deliver takeout?" Daniel clicked his tongue and looked at Noah.
"Noah, I never thought you, a useless person, would actually be ambitious and find a job! Although it's delivering takeout, which is hard and tiring, if this news spreads to relatives, they’ll definitely look down on you for doing menial labor. But it is a job after all, and I am glad that you made this choice," Daniel continued.
Noah rolled his eyes and couldn't be bothered with Daniel.
Daniel, on the other hand, continued on his own, "Nowadays, delivery drivers seem to earn a decent salary, right? I heard online that if you do well, you could make tens of thousands in a month! However, Noah, you're still young and not very smart. I never thought that you would buy a van just to deliver takeout."
His gaze then fell on Noah's car.
"That van costs fifty thousand dollars! Did you really need to buy a van just to deliver takeout?" Daniel said, frowning.
"People who deliver takeout usually ride electric bikes. What about you? The money spent on gas driving a van to deliver takeout is enough for one order. You'll be lucky if you don't lose money at the end of the month!" Daniel said.
"Don't worry, even if I lose money, it won't be your loss. It has nothing to do with you," Noah added.
"Huh?" Daniel wondered why Noah would say that. It was obvious that delivering takeout with a van would consume a lot of gas.
Noah may be a loser, but he wasn’t stupid. He could definitely understand the financial implications.
Then, Daniel's eyes shifted as he realized something.
This van must run on natural gas instead of gasoline!
"Heh heh, I didn't expect you to have some sense," Daniel said, surprised. "If this van runs on natural gas, it would probably cost only twenty cents per kilometer. So after each delivery, you'll have quite a bit of money left."
Noah remained silent and just looked at Daniel.
He wanted to see how far Daniel's strange thinking could go.
Daniel continued, "Even if you earn four dollars per order for delivering takeout and only spend one dollar on natural gas, you'll still earn three dollars per order. If you deliver a hundred orders in a day, that's three hundred dollars. In a month, that'll be over nine thousand dollars!"
Daniel was amazed as he thought about it. If Noah worked hard, he might actually make over ten thousand dollars per month!
This salary was much higher than that of an ordinary white-collar worker!
