Early in the morning, I got up and went into town.
"Thompson, how are you? Everything okay?"
As soon as Uncle Brown saw me, he enthusiastically greeted me.
Uncle Brown's full name is Matthew Brown. He's in his fifties, has a square face, wears glasses, and has a somewhat scholarly air. In fact, he was a teacher in his early years. Later, as the courier business rapidly developed, he plunged into it and started a courier business.
"No problem, I'm doing great!"
I patted my chest and laughed.
"That's good, same as always." Uncle Brown said, pointing to a pile of packages by his side, "You're still in charge of the Azure Vista Pavilion area."
I counted them; there were roughly sixty packages in total, large and small.
"No problem." I nodded at Uncle Brown, walked over, and moved the packages onto the small electric tricycle used for deliveries.
Then, I jumped onto the vehicle and set off.
It was the morning rush hour, the streets were congested with cars, occasionally coming to a standstill, and there was constant horn honking everywhere.
In the traffic, the little tricycle zoomed around like a wild horse, weaving through with all its might, and sped away like a flash.
About ten minutes later, the tricycle stopped in front of a residential community.
This was Azure Vista Pavilion, one of the town's most upscale communities, home to the rich and famous.
I got off the vehicle and started examining the packages one by one.
"This is...a pot? This is...snacks." With a glance, and drawing on my extensive experience along with the information on the delivery notes, I could deduce what was inside these packages.
"This is...adult toys?"
Picking up a package and taking a quick glance, I couldn't help but chuckle.
In today's open-minded society, these things were quite common for me to handle.
I composed myself and continued looking through the packages, when suddenly my eyes landed on a package in the corner.
"Azure Vista Pavilion, Block Nine... Isn't this Jessica?" My heart skipped a beat as I picked up the package.
Jessica Jones is a renowned beauty and businesswoman in the town, running a clothing factory, and is quite a notable figure.
As she often shops online, she receives parcels almost every other day, and over time, I became familiar with her face.
Apart from Jessica, I know quite a few people in Azure Vista Pavilion and can call them by name.
"At this time, she should still be at home!" I took out my phone and dialed a number.
Soon, the call connected, and a lazy, magnetic voice came from the other end, "Who is it?" She yawned, seemingly not fully awake.
I replied, "Jessica, your package has arrived."
"Oh! Thompson, you can come in!"
I agreed, greeted the security guard, and drove my tricycle into the community. The houses here are all townhouse-style, with Occidental architectural design, arranged one after another in a grand manner.
After several turns, I arrived at Block Nine.
Pressing the doorbell, it took a while before the door opened, revealing a sensual scene before me.
The woman was tall and slender, with well-proportioned features, a classic nine-head figure with alluring curves, presenting a perfect S-shape.
Her face was stunningly beautiful, exquisitely flawless, with a pair of phoenix eyes naturally carrying a hint of allure.
At this moment, she was only wearing a thin black lace nightgown, unable to conceal her perfect figure, exceptionally sexy and alluring.
I blushed at once, glanced briefly, and quickly looked away.
She seemed unaware of his embarrassment, stretching lazily.
My face turned even redder, and I lowered my head to hand her the package, saying, "Jessica, your package."
That's when Jessica Jones noticed, looked down at her outfit, and her pretty face slightly flushed.
However, she wasn't a little girl, not so easily embarrassed. Seeing the young man's shy demeanor in front of her, she instead found it interesting and chuckled mischievously.
She giggled, took the package, and quickly signed it.
"Thompson, long time no see!"
"Oh! I was injured recently and hospitalized until yesterday." I explained.
Jessica Jones exclaimed in surprise, looking at him with concern, "Injured? What happened? Are you alright now?"
"I'm fine, much better now." I responded as I tore off the delivery slip.
As I looked up, my gaze once again caught a glimpse of her white skin under the gown. The air was filled with a rich, enticing fragrance, a unique scent of a mature woman.
"Jessica, I'll be going now!"
Practically fleeing, I turned and left.
Behind me came a ripple of giggles.
After hopping on the tricycle and driving some way forward, the heat in my heart gradually subsided. At eighteen, I was at a vibrant age, and facing such an attractive scene, I couldn't help but feel stirred.
In fact, I often encountered such situations with many people coming to the door scantily clad while delivering packages, and I rarely felt awkward.
However, Jessica was different; she was too beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever seen—mature and gorgeous.
As I calmed down, I picked up another package and glanced at it, "Eighteen blocks... it's Mr. Jay!"
Mr. Jay's real name was Justin Miller, a wealthy businessman who owned about ten stores in the town, dealing in various businesses. Mr. Jay was a typical foodie, and the stuff he ordered online was mostly food.
I dialed the number to contact Mr. Jay, then drove the tricycle to Block Eighteen.
After ringing the doorbell, the door promptly opened, and a plump man walked out, with a round face and a large gold chain around his neck that dazzled the eye.
"Mr. Jay, please sign for it." I handed over the package.
Mr. Jay took it and signed his name with a flourish.
Then, a woman's voice came from inside, laced with cursing, "You damned fool, buying food again, all you do is eat and eat, you'll crush me to death one day."
Mr. Jay's face turned dark, muttering, "This damned woman, if I can't eat, I might as well be dead."
Taking a good look at him, I thought to myself that he really should lose some weight; if he keeps this up, who knows what might happen.
"Sigh! I want to lose weight too, but it's not that easy!" Mr. Jay murmured, rubbing his belly. He then took his package and went inside.
Inside, another wave of curses could be heard.
I chuckled to myself, turned, and walked away. After a few steps, I suddenly stopped, as a flash of inspiration struck me.
"Weight loss? That's right; I remember that in the 'Divine Farmer Scripture,' there's a recipe for that purpose. If I can make it, I could definitely make a fortune."
My eyes lit up as I realized my opportunity had arrived.