Su Qingming, who was on a train thousands of miles away, was also feeling very happy.
This afternoon, he opened the big cloth bag his sister stuffed into his hand and was stunned. It was full of food, packed in separate bags.
Noodles, dried sweet potatoes, potato chips, radish strips, dried meat, and even dried wild fruits. Uh... what is this?
Slightly yellow, curved, and clumping noodles?
Could it be boiled and dried noodles?
Seeing a small package at the innermost part, he opened it and found a set of bowls and chopsticks, and a few small bags.
He opened the small bag and smelled it. It seemed to be seasoning?
Then he searched over and over for a long time, but didn't see a single word, and he was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Sister, why don’t you teach your brother how to eat this thing?
Fortunately, Su Qingming is not stupid. Since he has bowls and chopsticks, and the bowl can just hold a piece of noodles, it is obvious that the bowl is used to soak noodles.
He snapped his fingers and understood.
He tied the big cloth bag and put it on his back. His comrades were watching over the other things so they wouldn't get lost. This was a treasure his sister gave him and he had to carry it with him.
He went to fill a pot of hot water, came back to take out the bowls and chopsticks, put the noodles on them, and poured in hot water.
The comrades sitting nearby were confused by his operation, and some of them came over curiously.
A person sitting further away sneered at this scene, calling them a bunch of ignorant country folk.
A person sitting diagonally across from him looked up at him when he heard the voice.
The noodles were soaked quickly, but Su Qingming always felt that something was missing. Then an idea suddenly occurred to him: seasoning.
As soon as he poured the seasoning in and stirred it, the aroma immediately filled the entire carriage.
"It smells so good, Qingming, can you give me some?"
"Qingming, I don't want noodles, just give me some soup."
The person who spoke first then remembered that it was noodles, and immediately changed his words, "Qingming, I don't want noodles either, just a bowl of soup is fine."
For noodles, that's impossible.
It’s not that Su Qingming is stingy, but that there are too few noodles.
His sister prepared three pieces for him, and these three pieces probably used up all the noodles at home.
His sister saved her own rations and gave them to him, so how could he give them to others?
The soup can be shared.
"Do any of you have a bowl or a cup?"
As soon as he finished speaking, six cups and two bowls were handed to him.
Su Qingming: "..."
So fast?
He looked up and saw the eight people laughing embarrassedly.
Su Qingming laughed and shook his head, then gave all the soup in the bowl to them, took out a packet of seasoning and poured it in, added water and stirred it, then buried his head in the food, otherwise the noodles would become clumpy.
He ate noodles and the eight people drank soup, and everyone was very satisfied.
Only the man in the corner looked at them with disdain, thinking they were poor.
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