"Dad...I'm not hungry. I don't want to eat!"
At this moment, the child spoke crisply, his innocent eyes clearly full of desire, his throat clearly swallowing saliva frantically, but he still spoke sensibly. He didn't understand his father's dilemma at the moment, but he knew that five yuan was a lot of money.
Hear the child's voice,
The hesitation on the man's face disappeared immediately.
"Wait for me!"
The man turned his back, quietly unbuckled his belt, then reached in and unzipped the small bag inside his underwear, and took out a piece of money wrapped in a plastic bag.
There are pink fifty-cent notes, dark red one-yuan notes, and the largest one is a ten-yuan note. In the center of the note is a red phoenix, with two farmers printed on the sides. One is young, with bright eyes looking forward.
An old man with a mustache and a kind face.
At this time, farmers were printed on money............
He untied the plastic bag one circle at a time, then took out a five-dollar bill from the middle and handed it to the dining car staff.
"Give me a bowl!"
The dining car staff knew what the man was doing just by looking at his back, but there was no disgust on his face, because in this era, almost everyone who went out to work hid their money in this place.
Because, in this era, there are a lot of pickpockets, and they can be found almost anywhere where there are crowds of people.
The dining car staff took the money and handed a bowl to the man.
The man looked into the bowl, which was a bowl of dark brown vermicelli.
They had never seen it before, but he knew that it must be good stuff. A burst of red oil floated on the fan's face, and the man couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
Then he handed the bowl to his son with a proud look on his face: "Son, here you go!"
The child couldn't wait to take it, and then couldn't wait to gobble it up, while the couple took out a bag of boiled eggs and a few boiled potatoes from their backpacks, peeled a few eggs and handed them to their son,
The couple also began to eat voraciously.
Everyone on the train eats almost the same food.
"Dad, I'm full!"
At this moment, the child raised his head and handed the bowl to his father. The father took a look and saw that there was still a small mouthful of noodles in it. He handed the bowl to the child's mother and said, "Mother, you eat it!"
PS: OMG, my head hurts, but I still insisted on coding this chapter, a 4,000-word chapter, don’t say I’m lazy,
If I can hold on tomorrow, I will write.
If you can't persist, you may have to stop for a day.
Everyone please understand!
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