The woman grabbed the lunch box and hurried off.
It was clear she intended to leave quickly and return just as fast.
The two children seemed used to this sort of thing. They sat on the bunk and chatted away without any intention of going out.
As long as they didn't leave the compartment, whatever they did was of no concern to Jiang Ran.
Before long, Pei Huai and Chen Bing came back with their lunch boxes.
As soon as they returned, Chen Bing shook his head, "The food on this train is really just—"
Chen Bing left his sentence hanging.
But when Jiang Ran saw the food, she understood what Chen Bing had left unsaid.
It could hardly be called a meal, as there was neither real food nor rice.
The contents of the lunch box might as well be porridge, or more accurately, a thin, runny paste.
Jiang Ran looked down and could almost see her own reflection in it.
Besides that, there were coarse-grain steamed buns.
They were quite large, but hard as a rock and crumbled upon touch.
