The old man was wearing a Zhongshan suit and glasses. He looked gentle and refined, like an intellectual.
Seeing that it was time for dinner, the old man climbed down from the upper bunk, and then politely asked Song Anan and the others, "It's time to have dinner later. It's not convenient for me to eat on the upper bunk. Can I borrow your lower bunk to sit for a while? I'll eat and then come up."
Song Anan noticed that the old man was very polite and cultured, and was asking for their opinions instead of taking it for granted.
Song Anan felt that she could accept it.
After all, they don’t want to take your seat, they just want to have a meal.
If you don't let people sit there, it will be inconvenient for them to eat on the upper bunk.
"Uncle, no problem, come down and sit down."
The old man responded, expressed his gratitude, and then climbed down from the upper bunk.
Lu Jianjun was a little worried about the old man. He was so old, and it might not be safe for him to climb up and down.
"Uncle, please slow down, don't fall."
As Lu Jianjun spoke, he helped the old man.
The old man expressed his gratitude to Lu Jianjun.
The old man came down from the shop and waited for a while, and the steward brought him dinner.
Each person asked for another cup of hot water.
Hot water is free, but you have to tell the flight attendant before she pours it for you, unlike in the 21st century when you have to fetch it yourself.
Song Anan ordered noodles and took out the home-cooked food from her bag.
There were suddenly a lot of delicious food on the table.
Song Anan called out to Lu Jianhua and his brother, "Eat quickly, this is something my family made for you to eat on the road."
The two brothers didn't hesitate and started eating with chopsticks.
Lu Jianhua was used to the delicious food cooked by Song Anan, but Lu Jianjun kept praising her.
His fourth brother is so lucky to have married a wife who is so good at cooking.
The old man next to them saw the three of them eating so happily. He originally felt that the noodles in his bowl were like water and boring to eat. Now he felt it was even more boring.
He smelled the delicious aroma and was greedy! He wanted to eat it too!
The old man hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking Song Anan, "Are you selling these foods? If so, can you sell me some?"
When Song Anan looked up, she saw the old man drooling.
They can eat meat, but the old man can only eat plain noodles.
Well, sitting face to face is indeed tempting and torturous.
Song Anan thought about it, and said to the uncle, "No, but uncle, if you want to eat, I will treat you to some, no charge."
The old man was still a little aggrieved, "How can I eat your food for free..."
Food is so precious. Not to mention that Song Anan has eggs and meat, even ordinary fine grains and coarse grains are usually not given to others.
Song Anan said generously, "Uncle, it's okay, eat."
After she pushed the food in front of the old man, he started eating without hesitation.
As the old man ate, he kept saying how delicious it was. The taste of this braised meat was simply amazing.
The crispy pork and small yellow croaker taste equally good.
He had never eaten anything so delicious!
The old man finished his meal and still felt unsatisfied.
I never thought I could have delicious food while catching a train.
Should we say that he was lucky to have met such a person?
If he met an ordinary person, he would not be willing to give him meat.
After the old man finished eating, Song Anan expressed his gratitude.
Of course, the old man not only expressed his gratitude verbally, but also with his actions.
He took out two canned fruit bottles from his bag and stuffed them into Song Anan's hands.
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