The old man had to retract his hand. Don't ask, the only thing he knew was that he was hungry too.
Book of Rites: So, your great-grandson is not popular anymore?
"Mr. Yan, Comrade Yan, Comrade Zhong, it's time to eat." After Wang Daya put the lunch boxes on the table, she distributed them one by one. The lunch boxes were all marked, so there was no need to worry about making mistakes. Everyone present got their food.
Zhong Yuxiu opened her lunch box, took two bites, and then stopped.
Yan Rushan turned his head to look at her, "What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"
"No." Zhong Yuxiu's eyes fell on her sons. "We all have food to eat, but they haven't. They'll probably cry from hunger soon."
Li Ji looked at the old man's lunch box and was indeed drooling with greed.
Yan Rushan glanced at him and said, "Let's eat first. Later, have Comrade Wang accompany Feng Zheng to the train restaurant to ask. If possible, we can make some supplementary food for them."
"This is the only way." Ignoring her eldest son's eager look, Zhong Yuxiu continued to eat.
Old Master Yan came closer to his great-grandson and said, "My dear great-grandson, are you hungry?"
"Ah." Li Ji reached out to grab it.
"Oh, no, you can't eat this. It's too greasy. You can't digest it." The old man hurriedly moved the lunch box a little further away, but still within Li Ji's sight. "Don't worry, this meal is not bad. It's a little greasy, but when we were on the Long March, we couldn't eat anything greasy. We often had to chew on grass roots and eat snow."
"Sometimes when I'm really hungry, I just drink cold water to fill my stomach. You little kids are so lucky now, it's not as hard as we were back then!" The old man rambled on for a while, then stopped under Li Ji's piercing gaze and tentatively offered him a grain of rice. "Okay, stop looking, I'll give you a taste. If you can't eat it, spit it out. Don't eat it, or you'll suffer from diarrhea."
Li Ji pursed his lips and tried to chew the rice. It tasted pretty good.
After chewing it till it was well-matured and swallowed, Li Ji opened his mouth for more. The old man fed him two more pills, and then he fed him more and more. The little guy accepted everything and had no idea what being full meant.
Yan Rushan couldn't bear it any longer and called out to the old man, "Grandpa, please stop feeding him. His little stomach can't hold so much."
Old Master Yan stopped with regret, "Then don't feed them. Our great-grandchildren can already eat rice. We should switch them to something else in the future. Eating only vegetables, eggs, and meat every day is not enough nutrition. They need to eat something else."
"I'll make arrangements for them."
As they were talking, the kid on the upper bunk woke up, yelping. Yan Rushan finished the rest of his meal in a few mouthfuls, climbed over to the upper bunk, and carried him down. The way he did so was touching. With one hand on the ladder, he held his son down horizontally by the waist with the other.
"Oh, bad."
The little guy felt uncomfortable and patted his chest with his little hands.
Yan Rushan was so disgusted that he handed the child over to Wang Daya and left him alone; he turned around and sat next to his wife, truly demonstrating how to be a scumbag dad.
"Ah, Zuzu."
"Mom."
The little guy was patting his belly with a smile on his face. He was so cute that made people laugh, but at the same time, they couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He was so young, but he had endured too much.
"Here, give me the child." There was still some food left in Zhong Yuxiu's bowl. Although she was not full, her son's belly was more important.
Wang Daya walked up to her with the child in her arms and handed it to her. "Comrade Zhong, I'll go get you another meal. I'll also go to the train restaurant with Feng Zheng to see if we can make something for the children."
"Okay, thank you for your help. You don't have to get food for me. Let's see if we can borrow their space to make some complementary foods. We'll pay for it." For the health of the children, Zhong Yuxiu simply fed Li Zhen a few bites of white rice. She didn't dare give him anything else.
Children have weak stomachs and can easily get upset if they are not careful; if they are young, there is a 70% chance that the upset stomach will last a lifetime.
No matter how good her medical skills are, she would never joke about her sons' health.
"Are you full?" She knew that Comrade Zhong had a big appetite; one lunch box of food was definitely not enough to fill him up.
"First, see if the train restaurant will lend you some food. If they do, you can cook a few more dishes. We'll have to pay for it anyway. If they don't, we can always get more food later." He turned his gaze to the old man. "Grandpa probably hasn't had enough either. And Rushan, Comrade Gu, and Comrade Fang are also likely hungry. Comrade Gu, are you full?"
Gu Lingguo was in the carriage, and Zhong Yuxiu asked him directly.
Gu Lingguo shook his head, "I'm definitely not full. After finishing such a small lunch box, I can only say that I'm not very hungry."
"Take Feng Zheng with you to help out. If you're not back in half an hour, we'll find you in the restaurant. Comrade Fang Guozhong, who's sitting next to you, needs to look after his luggage and can't go to the restaurant, so we'll bring his lunch box over. Comrade Wang, when you go to the next car to call Comrade Feng Zheng, remember to tell Comrade Fang."
Wang Daya nodded in agreement and left the carriage. She went to the next carriage to call Feng Zheng and relayed Zhong Yuxiu's words. Fang Guozhong simply nodded in agreement, saying, "Special circumstances require special treatment." There were only two of them in the carriage, and Feng Zheng, who had to cook and was a stubborn person, needed to be supervised.
He was left alone, and it was his job to look after the luggage.
Wang Daya took Feng Zheng to the train restaurant, found the person in charge of the restaurant and discussed it with him; unexpectedly, when the person in charge heard that it was about making complementary food for children, he agreed immediately and charged very little money, which might not even be enough to cover the cost of materials.
Wang Daya felt bad about this. "Comrade, we still want to make some food. We can't eat enough if we take the food here. We want to make some food and eat more. Of course, we will pay for the ingredients. Is that okay with you?"
"There's nothing wrong with that. You can use the stove if you want. We've already prepared dinner and it's outside, so there's no need for a stove." The person in charge agreed readily and promptly.
Wang Daya stuffed twenty yuan into his pocket and said, "Thank you very much, Comrade. The children are still hungry, so we can't delay any longer. When the meal is ready, please try Comrade Feng's dishes. He's a great chef."
Why do you bring a chef with you when you go out? What’s the story behind this?
Regardless of their origins, these two men must not be offended; their ability to hire a chef and bring him along when they go out shows they have the resources and aren't short of money. It also suggests they have strong backing. Don't ask why. Anyone with common sense knows that in today's society, the very few who can afford it are unlikely to bring a chef, let alone a chef, when they go out.
Wang Daya's hint was spot on. The person in charge of the train restaurant said hello to the people below and left first. The people in the small kitchen of the restaurant saw them busy and occasionally came to help. In short, they were very enthusiastic.
When the meal was ready, Wang Daya served a portion and asked someone to help her. She called the person in charge of the train restaurant and gave him a portion first. Then, she served a separate portion for the person who came to help. She took care of everything.
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