"It’s not theirs?" Qin Yu’s eyes immediately looked around and he found that many people were glaring greedily at his lunch box.
Always protective of his food, he suddenly felt uneasy and, without hesitation, started shoveling the rice into his mouth...
He could save some for his sister-in-law, but letting others eat his food... that was absolutely impossible.
Rong Yan saw his ravenous eating and smiled slyly.
This kid just needed some provocation.
"Is it tasty?"
Qin Yu was chewing his rice and, upon hearing this, he nodded vigorously, "Tasty..."
If it weren’t tasty? Then he would really be too ungrateful.
"Then eat slowly, don’t choke," Rong Yan said and then stopped paying attention to him.
Then as she started eating...
Indeed, this space bestowed by the travel deity was just too good; the insulation was like a heavenly tool in such weather.
They, the aunt and nephew, were eating deliciously, but it made things tough for everyone else in the car—the enticing aroma had indeed set others’ mouths drooling.
Originally content with their dry cakes, now... they felt no taste at all.
The problem was, they had been on the train for half a day, so how could their food still be steaming hot?
The rich scent of meat directly overwhelmed the various other smells of sweat and grime in the entire carriage.
It frustrated everyone beyond measure.
A few children even started crying... clamoring for meat.
Qin Yu, while burying his head in eating, kept his ears upright, always listening to the surroundings.
So, upon hearing the children’s crying, he shoveled his food even faster.
He was deeply worried someone would come over to ask for some.
However, his worries were not unfounded.
Indeed, someone was leading a boy of about seven or eight years old over.
The mother and child stood in the aisle, the boy’s eyes fixed on the lunch box, saliva visibly swallowing, "Mom, I want to eat meat..."
"Comrade, I’m sorry, but the child is terribly upset. Could we have some meat? I’ll trade it for a cake..."
The woman’s cake looked hard and was very small.
Qin Yu, always protective of his food, upon hearing this, hastily swallowed the last piece of meat, "Not trading, it’s gone."
Did they think he was a fool? How expensive was meat? To trade it for such an unappetizing cake?
Seeing the last piece of meat eaten, the boy immediately cried even louder.
The woman’s face looked quite unpleasant, feeling that her child was particularly unreasonable. What was the big deal in trading a piece of meat? They weren’t asking for it for free.
Ultimately pitying her son, her gaze turned to the beautiful girl who was eating leisurely.
Because there were still three or four pieces of meat in that lunch box.
"... Comrade, my son has a poor appetite and his health isn’t good... Could we trade for a piece of meat?"
Before Rong Yan could answer, Qin Yu had already blown his top.
"No way, people who are unwell should eat less meat, in case it makes them sicker and they blame us. The train sells food, and surely meat too; go buy it from them. My sister-in-law is so skinny; she’s the one who needs to eat more."
The woman’s face was extremely sour, how could this boy be so annoying?
And so stingy.
"Comrade..." She looked hopefully at Rong Yan.
Rong Yan put down her chopsticks and looked indifferently at the woman, "Didn’t you hear what my brother just said? If you want meat, the train has it, go buy it yourself!"
Her sympathy wasn’t abundant enough, and besides, this precedent couldn’t be set.
There were several other children in the carriage, if she gave meat to this one, wouldn’t all the others want some too?
This was only the first day; how would they get through the next two days?
When the woman met Rong Yan’s gaze, she inexplicably thought of the scene when she had boarded the train and hit that man, and she shuddered.
This person was not easy to deal with and lacked both kindness and sympathy, so she could only sheepishly pull her endlessly crying son away.
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