As Yang Qiaoqiao pondered the old lady's words, Huo Beixiao and the old man who had gone to the dining car to buy boxed lunches returned.

Huo Beixiao poured hot water into the basin, then put the lunchbox containing the pancakes and braised dishes inside to heat it up.

The old man said to the old woman with some disappointment, "Grandma, we might go hungry at noon today. I went to the food cart a little late, and all the boxed meals were sold out."

"I don't know why the boxed meals on this truck are selling so well today."

A boxed meal on the food cart costs one dollar and two cents, which is more than twice as expensive as food outside. Most people can't afford it, so the boxed meals on the food cart usually don't sell out.

I just didn't expect it to sell so well today.

By this time, Huo Beixiao had already heated up the pancakes and braised dishes.

The pancakes and braised food that Yang Jianguo brought were already quite large, so Yang Qiaoqiao took out a third of them, put them in a separate lunchbox, and handed them to the elderly couple. "Grandma, Grandpa, you can't go hungry at your age. This is some dry food that my mom brought for me. You can have a bite with us for lunch today."

"This..." The old man hesitated, wondering whether to accept it.

The old lady nudged the old man and said, "The young girl shared with us, so we'll take it. When you go to buy dinner tonight, just buy dinner for the young girl and her husband at the same time."

The old man readily accepted the lunchbox from Yang Qiaoqiao's hand, saying, "Thank you so much, young lady!"

The four of them sat down and began to eat lunch.

Yang Qiaoqiao and Huo Beixiao were used to the food Lin Xiaohui made. Although they thought the pancakes and braised dishes were much tastier than the boxed meals on the train, they didn't feel much difference.

However, after the old man and woman took only one bite of the pancake, their previously cloudy eyes lit up.

I quickly took another bite of the braised food.

The two of them seemed to have tasted some heavenly delicacy, especially the old lady, whose eyes welled up with tears.

Seeing the two of them like this, Yang Qiaoqiao became a little nervous. "Grandma, Grandpa, what's wrong? Is the braised food too spicy?"

"How about you just eat pancakes?"

Yang Qiaoqiao actually felt that Lin Xiaohui's braised food wasn't spicy enough because Lin Xiaohui only used a very small amount of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns for seasoning.

The taste is such that there is only a slight numbing and spicy sensation when you first put it in your mouth, which stimulates your taste buds. After that, you only have a mouthful of braised flavor and you can't taste any numbing or spicy flavor at all.

But since everyone's tolerance for spiciness is different, she was worried that the old man and woman wouldn't be able to handle the spiciness.

The old lady excitedly grabbed her hand, "No, it's not spicy at all, it's so delicious!"

"Girl, who did your mother learn this skill from?" the old lady asked excitedly.

Yang Qiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and said, "My mom probably didn't learn from anyone. It's because our family wasn't well-off in the past that she liked to figure out how to make better-tasting food for us with limited ingredients."

When Yang Qiaoqiao said this, she herself was unaware that her face was full of pride.

Being adopted by a mother like Lin Xiaohui is the greatest fortune of her two lives.

The old man couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praise, "Good, good! When my wife and I return from Beicheng, we will definitely visit your Yun County and pay a proper visit to the chef who can make such delicious food."

The old lady smiled and said, "Girl, don't be offended. My husband has no other hobbies but enjoys studying food."

If I have the chance in the future, I'll have this old man show off his skills so you can all try his cooking.

"Okay, thank you, Grandma and Grandpa," Yang Qiaoqiao replied with a smile.

"Come on, girl, let's exchange addresses so we can visit each other in the future."

Although the old lady and Yang Qiaoqiao had a pleasant conversation, they tacitly agreed not to exchange contact information.

After all, the chance encounter of sitting in the same carriage is just that—a fleeting connection. Once we get off the train, we'll all be strangers again.

At this moment, the old man was so excited by the braised food that Lin Xiaohui made that he took out his notebook and wanted to exchange contact addresses with Yang Qiaoqiao.

Yang Qiaoqiao didn't hesitate and took the pen and notebook, writing down Yang Benya's address for the old man.

The train arrived in Beicheng at 8 p.m. that evening.

After saying goodbye to the elderly couple, Huo Beixiao and Yang Qiaoqiao stepped out of the sleeper car and saw Peng Cuiying, who was already anxiously waiting for them.

A young man was standing next to Peng Cuiying, accompanying her.

When Yang Qiaoqiao saw the man, her heart skipped a beat.

She thought that Jiang Yiran's fate had changed after marrying Qin Haiyang, and that she would never meet Zhang Wei again.

Unexpectedly, Peng Cuiying ran into Zhang Wei again on the train.

She remembered that in her past life, Peng Cuiying met Zhang Wei first, and then often praised Zhang Wei in front of Jiang Yiran. Later, she didn't know how, but Jiang Yiran and Zhang Wei got together.

It's just unknown whether, given her past life's experience and her marriage to Qin Haiyang, Jiang Yiran will still be involved with Zhang Wei after returning to the Jiang family, or whether she will take revenge on Zhang Wei for the domestic violence she suffered in her past life.

Regardless of Jiang Yiran's choice, she was still quite looking forward to it.

When Peng Cuiying saw her, she immediately waved excitedly and said, "Qiaoqiao, Mom is here."

After saying that, Peng Cuiying smiled very gently at Zhang Wei and said, "Young man, thank you. My daughter and son-in-law are out now, I'll be going now!"

She waved to Zhang Wei and quickly ran to Yang Qiaoqiao's side.

Zhang Wei frowned and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Huo Beixiao and Yang Qiaoqiao.

His eyes held a complex light that others couldn't decipher.

In this era, there were already many small yellow noodle shops in the northern part of the city.

A single ride on a small yellow minibus costs five yuan, an expensive price that deters many ordinary people.

Huo Beixiao directly chartered a small yellow van.

After getting into the car, Yang Qiaoqiao asked Peng Cuiying, "Do you want to go find Jiang Yongxian or Jiang Yiran?"

She knew where the courtyard Jiang Yongxian bought was, and she also knew where the Jiang family lived.

"I'll go find Ranran first," Peng Cuiying said without hesitation, just like Yang Qiaoqiao.

Yang Qiaoqiao gave the driver the address directly.

The noodle driver immediately said, "Wow, your relatives are quite wealthy. The place they live in is the best and most expensive building in our northern city."

There were guards standing at the entrance, just like the servants and bodyguards hired by wealthy families in feudal society.

Upon hearing the noodle maker's words, Peng Cuiying's face lit up with a smile. If she had a tail, it would probably be wagging high on the spot.

She immediately struck up a conversation with the noodle maker, and every word she spoke revolved around how successful her son and daughter were.

Yang Qiaoqiao listened, a slight smile playing on her lips. She wanted to see how long Peng Cuiying could remain so arrogant.