This time I got out of the car, and saw the man with the big fence frame above his head crossing the road and stopped at the flower bed on the side of the road, of course, this is not waiting for Zhang Nan and his group to visit, that is not a fairy, there is no ability here: there are several men wearing the same clothes in that place are sitting on the side of the flower bed, and there are two "big two eight" parked on the side, and the bicycle is also full of the same aluminum lunch box contained in the basket.

This will be already lunch time, and the third brother who delivers the boxed lunch can still rest so leisurely?

The younger sister saw the acrobat perform the large long frame above his head with the help of others, which seemed to be very heavy, and then the few people sitting there began to sort the boxes in the box.

"Acrobatic troupe?"

The younger sister was curious, and the desire to find out drove her to trot over to see what was going on - she didn't know what fear was since the little one could remember, and her family's education on the dangers of danger was currently limited to which animals and objects were dangerous, and the education on the vigilance of dangerous species such as humans would have to wait until she was a little older.

People are not dangerous at all in the eyes of her current sister, and she really doesn't need to worry about this now.

Her father, who had loved her for two lifetimes, was going to give her a fairytale childhood, making her think that the world was a fairy tale before she was seven or eight years old.

In a few more years, I will slowly remind her that the most dangerous thing in this world is people, and it is too late.

In fact, it is also the case: so far, no matter what the nature of any stranger is, is amiable and polite in front of Zhang Yuchen's children, who will always let her be by her side to help kill people without blinking!

The younger sister trotted over to watch the excitement, so that Miranda, who got off the other car, also had to trot all the way, and several big men also sped up.

Zhang Nan didn't follow, and looked at the table below as soon as he got out of the car, at 11:28.

That's right, it's noon, and those who deliver boxed lunches don't seem to be in a hurry at all.

Singh, who got out of the car together, saw Zhang Nan's movements, and said with a smile on the side: "That's right, Mr. Allen." If you have the time, 11.20 to 11.40 noon is the traditional rest time for these dabawalas.

This batch should be the first to arrive today, so we can rest for a while, and those Dabawala who arrive later can only catch their breath on the train..."

In China, it is common for people who do not go home to eat at noon for another 20 years to order takeout, and in Mumbai, such noon delivery services have been active for more than a century!

Unlike the takeaways that Zhang Nan was familiar with in his previous life, these Mumbai food delivery people in uniform don't serve any restaurants, they only serve families!

Six days a week, the Dabawala collect their homemade lunches on foot, bicycle and train, and deliver them to their workplaces at lunchtime, so that the nearly 200,000 Mumbaikars who work in the city can eat their family's own lunches.

When I go to work, the lunch boxes delivered are not takeaways at all, but home-cooked meals, and such a service has been available since 1890!

The service is punctual, the food delivery people are every day at 9 a.m. in the north-central residential area of the city to pick up the food, before 10 o'clock all the collection, the delivery time to the south of Mumbai commercial and office areas of the hands of customers is strictly controlled between 12 noon and 13 o'clock, generally agreed at 12:30 p.m., just the lunch time that the Indian middle class is used to.

The few Dabawala who were discovered by my sister were probably due to the proximity of the line or the smooth delivery, so the lunch boxes arrived in the south of the city a little earlier, and they had to wait for the delivery because the customers were still at work.

Zhang Nan listened to Singh's introduction as he walked, and it was obvious that Mr. Police Officer had no discrimination at all against this special profession that existed in Mumbai, and was even a little proud.

Rare!

Singh was a Kshatriya, a middle-to-senior police officer, and a high-ranking police officer in India.

Judging from the skin color and appearance of those lunchbox people, Zhang Nan does not think that they will be Kshatriyas or even Brahmins in the traditional caste system of India.

It is not easy for such a group of ordinary Indians who make money by manual labor to gain a certain level of respect from people like Singh, and they definitely have their merits.

The younger sister had already arrived in front of Dabawala, who could take a break for the time being, sort out the lunch boxes sent by different routes, and distribute them again to the group, blinking with big eyes and looking at the astonishing number of cylindrical boxes curiously.

If you have any doubts in your heart, then ask them, children will not hide them.

"Hello, what's in here, and that uncle is amazing!"

The little guy pointed to the jar and the "acrobat" just now, and made a gesture of putting something on his head, which was super cute.

The Dabawalas, who were taking a short break for a while, had already seen Zhang Nan's group: luxury cars and police cars, and a cute foreign child running over, followed by a nanny and a few bodyguards, it was difficult not to pay attention!

The little guy asked these people in front of her with "Mother's words", she already knew that in this place, the "Daddy's words" and the new adults couldn't understand them at all, but the "Mom's words" they could understand what the sister said.

Zhang Yuchen's children are lucky, she asked questions at just the right time: in the process of transporting lunch boxes, except for the rest time of this small meeting, the Dabawala will not pay attention to the questions of others, and at most they will smile and say hello to you.

Delivering a boxed lunch is an extremely rigorous thing, and I don't care about anything else at work!

When the children asked, one of them, a young man in his 20s, Dabawala, stumbled and replied a few words, and the little guy listened to it and scratched his eyes directly!

Well, she didn't know that the education level of the Dabawala was that they had attended an average of three or five years of primary school, and many of them were completely illiterate, and the proportion of Dabawala who had received secondary education was definitely less than 15%.

The young man replied in English, at least he spoke well and stumbled to speak.

But my sister just didn't understand, and I didn't know what he was talking about!

In India, the English spoken by the low-class people has a very strong colloquial language, and the English spoken by the Indian middle class is generally understood by foreigners, while the English spoken by the upper class of Indian people is very authentic.

Since yesterday, many Indians have talked to my sister, and those are some people who stand at the top of the pyramid of Indian society, including Officer Singh, who has also left the middle class, and of course his sister can understand the English he speaks, but it is only slightly different from American English.

This will hear the English spoken by a dabawala who survives on physical strength, and of course the little one will have to be blind.

When Singh and Zhang Nan arrived, the police officer heard the conversation between the little guy and the English-speaking Dabawala, and squatted down on one knee and said to his sister, "Dear princess, he said that these jars contain lunch for the customers." ”

Many of the Dabawala don't speak English, but many of them can understand some English, and at least half of Singh's words Dabawala understands it.

A non-junior officer squatted on one knee and then spoke to a foreign child in honorifics, again with the title of "princess", which made Dabawala make herself more polite again.

The word "princess" is not to be used indiscriminately in public in India, because there is a strict hierarchy here!

The Dabawala were actually very polite just now, protected by two police cars, and a group of people who put on this pomp and circumstance are not easy to look at, and it is always right to be polite.

Listening to Singh's words, the little one immediately thought of the food he had seen in the garden yesterday that smelled a little pungent, and it seemed that he also smelled a little strange in his nose.

But her attention was still on the question of the human head magically holding up the big frame, and she didn't say that other people's food smelled bad—she didn't know the taste, and the adults wouldn't let her taste it.

"You're amazing!" he said, making a gesture over his head again, "How much does this weigh?"

My dad can carry me to play, and the big basket seems to be heavier than mine. ”

Now it didn't matter if she could understand or not, with Singh as the interpreter, one of the group of dabbawalas was probably the leader who answered the little one's question in Hindi.

"At least thirty or forty kilograms, and the weight can be up to 60 kilograms. ”

Singh converted the "pound" so that the little princess would not understand.

60 kg with your head on your head, at most with two hands ...

Who said that the Russians' "welding helmet" is too heavy and impractical, compared with the neck of the third brother...

Ni-Ma is all floating clouds!

The little ones chatted with the group of dabawala, and the adults listened to Singh's translation on the sidelines, which was very interesting.

It should also be the first time that these Dabawala have such a dignitary person to talk to them cordially, and answer all questions, although the little princess's question is really cruel and naïve.

This is a princess, and although almost everyone among their clients has them, none of them really seem to be princesses of the state.

Zhang Nan thought more: "I should let the people from the TV network make a documentary about these lunch box people, hunting for curiosity, and it is not life-threatening." ”

The big boss was thinking about the documentary, and in the far away New York, a red-eye flight of American Airlines that was originally less than half of the seats encountered a strange thing: the other half of the tickets were sold within two hours before takeoff, and only a few seats were left in the end, which is really strange!