Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH76

Chapter 76

Over the next few days, Jiang Jitang followed the Pet Home staff around catching cats. He’d scared the neighborhood cats so badly that they scattered the moment they saw him. When he had spare time, he’d go hang around the head chef to sneak in some lessons, or study helicopter piloting and shooting.

The tiny bit of time left was naturally used to text a certain someone, chat a little, and reminisce. Sigh—he was so busy he didn’t even have time to treat people to a meal.

Jiang Jitang was spinning like a top, so busy he didn’t even realize that Dream-Fulfillment Food House had become wildly popular.

Now, “that place” had become the secret passcode used by Jin City players. If you responded correctly, you were one of them; if not, you could just mind your own business.

At that street corner, multiple factions took turns guarding the area every day.

If a random wild player tried to enter Dream-Fulfillment Food House, they would soon learn what kind of nightmare it was to face a pack of rabid dogs fighting over food.

But the word had already spread—there would only be more and more food-snatching maniacs coming.

Even though the owner of the eatery never showed up or intervened, the essential operations were still done.

Like refilling the vending machines every day, or checking in daily.

Oh right—Jiang Jitang now had four types of star-rated recipes. The last 2-star recipe came from a one-on-one dessert-soup lesson with the kindergarten’s head chef.

[Silver Ear Pumpkin Sweet Soup — 2 Stars Effect: “Satiety +2,” “Stamina +5,” “Restores body energy,” lasts 5 minutes. Shelf life: 72 hours at room temperature; consume within 6 hours after opening.]

When you were being chased by a boss in a dungeon until you were completely exhausted, you could rip it open and chug it down—instantly wiping out hunger and becoming yourself again. You could kite the monster so hard it would question its own existence.

So—were they robbing the food? No. They were fighting for their lives.

Aside from the special-effect food, the shop itself was bizarre.

People coming to fight for supplies watched the shabby little store change every single day.

Today it had sky-blue tiles. Tomorrow it switched to cream-white artificial marble. The next day, a ridiculously gaudy lily-of-the-valley wall lamp appeared out of nowhere, pathetically squeezed between two old vending machines.

And the day after that, they searched for a long time before discovering a palm-sized succulent plant in a corner.

Strange—no one ever went in to renovate the place.

Other organizations that didn’t understand what Dream-Fulfillment Food House was kept analyzing it, but couldn’t figure out the pattern, and they couldn’t approach the owner to ask questions. They’d get dragged out by the official protectors before they even got close, then put on a blacklist.

Meanwhile, official team members who did know how the shop worked wanted to bang their heads on the door. Seriously? This thing is way too idle-based! At least spend some money upgrading, big boss!

Fortunately, the day before the quest refresh, Jiang Jitang finally remembered his shop. Seeing he had over ten thousand points, he upgraded the four vending machines first.

After deducting four thousand points, the damaged vending machines became normal vending machines.

[Normal Vending Machine:
Holds 12 types of food items
Each slot stack limit: 199
Keeps items fresh for 72 hours
Provides voice-ordering in the UN’s six official languages
Upgrade cost: 10,000 points]

“This room is so shabby. No, no, this won’t do.”
Jiang Jitang flipped open the shop-renovation manual.

“Natural marble tiles cost a thousand? Quality wallpaper isn’t cheap either. And a non-glaring daylight lamp costs over three thousand—this is daylight robbery!”

Better spend money where it counts. He put those things aside for now.

After calculating again, he decided to keep the original gray diatom mud walls, but replaced the yellow-brown artificial tiles with duck-egg-green frosted patterned tiles for a more consistent color scheme.

Then he changed the fluorescent light into a simple white living-room lamp with soft lighting and a clean design.

He added an orange-red dining chair to pair with the existing one.

The whole place was only four square meters, squeezed with four vending machines already—no need to add too much. This was enough.

He still had a few thousand points left—for big purchases.

A brand-new automatic sensor sliding door: 3,000 points.

A small low-power beige air conditioner for rooms under 20 square meters, with auto temperature adjustment and humidity control: 1,300 points.

“Only 22 environment points?”

After thinking for a long time, Jiang Jitang placed a three-tier wooden shelf near the door. He put a set of three potted plants on the top shelf and some decorative cookbooks on the lower shelf.

Environment +3.

He put a grass-green floor mat at the entrance.
Environment +2.

Added some decorative photos on the wall.
Environment +1.

Oh right—place an umbrella stand opposite the shelf.
Environment +2.

Seeing the final number reach Environment +30, Jiang Jitang was satisfied. Now only “100 unique customers” and “10 star-rated recipes” were unmet.

Transaction count hadn’t reached 100,000 yet either, but with this level of support, it was only a matter of time.

“How do I bring in new faces? Four square meters is really too small. There’s no room to operate.”

Before he figured it out, he received a message from Minister Jiang. The Mystery Seeker Organization wanted to meet him and asked whether it was convenient.

He instinctively glanced at the storage shelf, where a newly delivered square jade bracelet sat—white like mutton-fat jade with a touch of natural yellow skin. Not processed yet—just a regular wellness jade.

[For him, it’s convenient.]

Minister Jiang stared at those four words, the more she thought, the more she felt there was extra meaning behind them.

Strange—Jiang Jitang had never gone abroad. How did he know a Mystery Seeker member from Western Europe? Did he meet him through some wall-climbing (VPN) forum?

With these doubts, Minister Jiang pretended to reluctantly reply to the Mystery Seeker representative.

When everyone was desperately trying to recruit their precious healing nanny, of course she didn’t want outsiders getting close to him.

“We’ve got a reply. She agreed to arrange the meeting,” Nick announced.

“We sent people over already, so we should get ten slots,” the chubby guy muttered. Since when did Seeker have to act so humble?

“Be polite. There are ten slots—or there are only ten. Big difference.” Nick shook his head. “Even local unofficial groups are trying every way to contact him.”

“If it were my external aid mister, he wouldn’t be so arrogant. My external aid mister… I really want to see him again…” Browning twisted on the sofa with a candy pillow in his arms.

Parsons, who had been silent, looked at the team. “Prepare the meeting gifts. Change clothes. Expenses come from the public fund. Jennifer, you handle the gifts.”

“No problem, boss.”

Only Nick noticed their boss kept glancing at his phone unconsciously, as if expecting a message. Unfortunately, only client messages were coming in, so his already expressionless face grew even stiffer.

He just hoped that when they met, the official C-Nation healer wouldn’t misinterpret their boss’s attitude. A man with no love in his life was dangerous to provoke.

Just kidding—Parsons knew how to separate private matters from public ones. Nick was simply curious what kind of person could make a stone bloom.

As a veteran member of Mystery Seeker, Nick had known Parsons for two years. He’d always felt the man was like a lifeless doll—emotionless, separated from the world by an invisible layer. But recently… the man had come alive. Truly a miracle.

“Nick, did you investigate that shop I asked you about?”

Pulled back to reality, Nick nodded seriously. “There’s definitely something strange. The people guarding it are all players, from different factions.

“And non-players can’t see the shop. They subconsciously ignore it. Even if reminded, they only see a closed shutter door. It must be a special building.”

Nick sent people to probe, but those factions refused to let anyone else reach out. Therefore he couldn’t get his hands on the food they fought for, so no testing. But since players needed it, it must be the rumored ‘special-effect food.’

“Special-effect food?”
Parsons was now almost certain—this was the famous special food people had been talking about.

With special food right under his nose, how could he not act? He was already thinking about how to break into this unfamiliar territory and grab a share.

To obtain something, he needed to show his value. What could Mystery Seeker offer that other civilian groups couldn’t?

Perhaps they should start with the official healer—clearly the key figure.

But Parsons also wondered: If Jiang Jitang wasn’t a player, why had he posted the eatery’s address online?

…If that was the case, wouldn’t it be better to ask him directly? Jiang Jitang really hated people investigating him behind his back.

Cough.
Parsons convinced himself.

That person had left him with severe psychological trauma by “saying goodbye through death.” If he didn’t hold on tight, he might disappear at any time. He needed to stay here—like seawater surrounding a lonely island.

He typed out the opening line he had crafted for days:

[Are you there? Free recently? I got two dinner vouchers—they’re expiring soon.]

[Two-person voucher is available. Multi-person is not.]
Jiang Jitang replied instantly.

[Two-person.]
Parsons typed it carefully, his fingertips numb.

[If you listen to me about what to eat, I’m here. If you don’t listen to me, I’m not.]

Parsons typed “okay,” but didn’t send it yet.

[Just kidding. This time, you choose what we eat.]
Another message came.
[Oh no, I forgot—I didn’t send you good morning, good noon, or good night today. You must’ve been waiting anxiously. Sorry, sorry.]

Parsons practically hallucinated—he could almost see Jiang Jitang’s smug, triumphant smile through the phone.

—So the whole day with no messages… was intentional, huh?

He felt like a bug that had fallen into a trap and couldn’t climb out.

He finally arranged the meeting for tomorrow and started booking the restaurant—one ranked #1 on the local forum, the place people wanted to visit the most.

He didn’t notice the others had silently stopped talking. Their eyes met; fingers flew over keyboards; their private group chat was exploding.

When he finished booking, Parsons looked up to see the team supposedly hard at work, seriously discussing several newly released high-level dungeons. Professional and reliable.

He put away his phone and said seriously, “I’ll handle that strange shop for now. Everyone else focus on preparing for the meeting with the official healer.”

Seeker members: “Yes, boss.”

“Vouchers from someone else? Oh?”
On the other side of the city, Jiang Jitang flipped his black-screen phone. In the reflection was a smile brighter than the sun.

Hard to believe the man took days just to come up with such a flimsy excuse.

“Sir, are you not replacing the phone screen?” the shop clerk reminded him. The handsome young customer seemed a bit… abnormal. A little silly, even.

“Sorry.”
Jiang Jitang put down the phone awkwardly.
“Please replace it.”

The screen was quickly repaired. Then he took a taxi to the East District, which had the best jewelry stores.

“Do you have unheated natural padparadscha? Preferably with a high pink ratio—sunrise color. Is same-day setting possible for a rush order?”
He asked directly.

Parsons invited him first—so bringing a small gift was the proper etiquette.

Padparadscha—the dreamy pink-orange gem as beautiful as sunrise and sunset clouds—was a gem that shouldn’t even exist in this world. Even more enchanting than pink diamonds.

He wanted a square-cut gem, set in gold, made into a phone charm. When holding the phone, the gem would rest against his finger bones, sparkling with every movement.

White skin matched perfectly with pink!

“May I ask what the gentleman wants it for?”

“A phone charm. If you have pre-made pieces, great. If not, I need rush setting. Latest by tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”
Realizing what tomorrow was, the saleswoman understood instantly.

“This way, please.”

She led him to the counter of precious gemstones, showing him various pink stones.
“These pendants can be paired with an 18K gold short chain as a phone charm. Suitable for personal use or gifting. They’re not expensive—this one is only a little over a thousand.”

“These aren’t padparadscha, right?”
Jiang Jitang’s eyesight was sharp. Even if he wasn’t an expert, he knew padparadscha only came in pink-orange. These had mixed hues. Most people couldn’t tell, but Jiang Jitang’s eyes were like magnifying glasses—he couldn’t tolerate the impurities.

The saleswoman froze. “You want… real padparadscha?”

There were two schools of thought internationally:
One lenient—if the color matched, it counted.
One strict—only stones from a specific source with pure pink-orange could be called padparadscha.

Strict ones were far more expensive—and he wanted it… as a phone charm?

“I don’t care about origin, but it must be pure pink-orange, unheated, untreated, glassy clarity, and fluorescent.”

Well then. Claiming not to care about origin, but demanding natural fluorescence, chrome and iron content, and glassy clarity—basically limiting it to one place on Earth.

But customers were customers. Requirements must be met. Soon she brought several padparadscha pendants.

Jiang Jitang examined them carefully and chose two.
One was a 2.83-carat teardrop with an 18K gold bezel, paired with a dangling high-clarity glowing moonstone. The other was a round pendant in 18K gold, with a tiny gold crescent attached.

Both were sunrise color. Both beautiful. He couldn’t give either up.

So he didn’t.

He wasn’t going to run into pieces he liked every day. This was fate.

As for the price—honestly, considering who he and Parsons were in the magic world, they were nobles who could throw around fist-sized gems for fun. A little pendant wasn’t something to fuss over.

“Alright, I’ll take both.” He pulled out his phone to pay.