Meanwhile, Xie Zhuo on the other side also started eating.
In those days, train meals were served in aluminum lunchboxes, with one layer of rice and the other layer of various stir-fried dishes.
Just as it was lunchtime, a train attendant came over and asked if anyone wanted a boxed meal.
Most people remained silent, while others peeked out to ask about the price of the boxed meals, only to shrink back when they heard it cost three cents a serving.
The intellectual couple sitting next to Xie Zhuo had already put away their newspapers and then took out their own food from the briefcase under their seats to start eating.
Xie Zhuo glanced at it and saw that it was a few pieces of multigrain pancakes and some pickled vegetables.
"Mom, I want to eat a boxed lunch," the girl sitting diagonally opposite Xie Zhuo glanced at the train conductor, then tugged at the middle-aged woman's arm.
The middle-aged woman frowned. "Didn't we already bring food?"
As she spoke, she took out the food she had prepared beforehand: several steamed buns made from two kinds of dough, some pickled vegetables, and a few pieces of dried sweet potato.
The girl immediately pouted unhappily, "What is this? I'm not eating it. It's so bland and tasteless."
“You child,” the middle-aged woman glared at her, “If you want to eat something good, you can eat it at home. Grandma brought it for you, so you have to finish it. You can’t waste it.”
“I just don’t want to eat,” the girl continued, whining and shaking the middle-aged woman’s arm. “This is all for pigs.”
Xie Zhuo glanced at her.
Is this for pigs?
Whose pigs are fed so well?
Not to mention Qingshan Production Brigade, which is considered a relatively good brigade, there are still many people who can't afford steamed buns made from mixed flour. In places like Daniugou, people are lucky to have anything to eat, let alone have the chance to complain.
These people simply lack the opportunity to go hungry.
Besides clothes, Xie Zhuo only brought some fruit, biscuits, and peach shortbread in his suitcase, which weren't very filling, so he could only eat boxed lunches.
When the train conductor came over to ask, Xie Zhuo raised his hand and said, "I want two servings."
As soon as he said that, the middle-aged woman sitting opposite him stared at him again. However, Xie Zhuo didn't pay much attention to her. When the train conductor came over, he took out the money and meal tickets that he had prepared in advance and handed them to her.
In the hard-seat carriage, very few people wanted boxed meals. The train attendants didn't even write it down; they just took the money and went to the dining car to get the boxed meals.
"Hey, young man," the middle-aged woman said, glancing at Xie Zhuo and then at her own daughter.
The girl sitting next to her, her face flushed, buried her head in her shoulder.
The middle-aged woman patted her arm before looking at Xie Zhuo again.
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