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Hua Wen brought something that fit his image perfectly—steamed cornbread and boiled cabbage. Bai Xing and Bai Xi were eating sorghum rice with a small stir-fried dish, and each had a fried egg.
Tang Wenzhen brought a sesame flatbread, but Song Jinxi could smell there was meat inside. Wasn’t this just a 21st-century roujiamo?! Though here, it had become a simplified version. Seeing what everyone else had brought, Song Jinxi quickly summoned a rolled pancake from her space and tucked it into the box in her backpack.
Chen Yu scoffed when she saw Song Jinxi’s pancake and dramatically pulled out some braised pork. Then, in a showy tone, she asked everyone—especially Hua Wen—if they wanted some. Clearly trying to get attention with this soft pretty-boy act!
Internally, Song Jinxi was laughing her head off. If novels don’t lie, then up next, there has to be a certain grandparent-grandchild duo! And sure enough—they’re here, they’re here!
“Hey! Why are you snatching my braised pork? Get your filthy black paw off my food! Hey—smack!”
A little boy, slapped by Chen Yu, sat down on the floor bawling. Even while crying, he didn’t forget to stuff meat into his mouth. With snot mixing into the braised pork… Song Jinxi was completely grossed out!
She turned to look at Tang Tiantian—who silently put her flatbread away. Looks like she didn’t get to eat either!
“You dare hit my grandson?! Oh heavens! This capitalist miss is bullying people! She slapped my precious baby right across the face! Look how red she left it—where’s the justice in this world?!”
Bai Xi tried to step in but was held back by her brother Bai Xing.
Then the ticket inspector arrived, and the chaotic scene instantly quieted down:
“Get up—what are you all doing? You want to ride the train or not? Why the ruckus? What’s going on here?”
The old lady immediately stood up and rushed to the ticket inspector, starting her dramatic monologue:
“It’s her! That capitalist young miss refused to share her braised pork with my grandson—and she even slapped him! It’s all her fault! Food is scarce now, there’s famine all over, and my grandson hasn’t had a full meal in days—but she’s out here eating meat! And what’s wrong with giving a piece of meat to my poor baby grandson? Oh my poor darling—it’s all my fault you got hit!”
Chen Yu leaned against her seat and cried softly:
“There’s famine everywhere now—it’s the same for all families. My parents were worried I wouldn’t eat well after heading to the countryside, so they tried to make sure I had something decent on the road.
They saved up meat ration tickets painstakingly, got up early to wait in line, and put so much effort into making me this braised pork. I never thought that this act of love from my parents would be called capitalism! If eating meat is capitalist, then why are they trying to steal my braised pork?
I’m just a girl—I can’t argue, I can’t fight. I just wanted to get my food back. What I’m eating isn’t just meat, it’s my mother’s love! Her sincere affection! I accidentally hit the child while trying to protect what was mine—how is that my fault? So now the victim has to just hand over her stuff, can’t even fight back? I… sob sob sob sob sob…”
Song Jinxi was beyond impressed—Chen Yu’s acting skills were something else! This countryside placement might turn out to be pretty entertaining…
At this point, the bystanders were genuinely moved—some were saddened, others teary-eyed. What a great show—this countryside drama was really heating up!
Even the ticket inspector seemed momentarily taken in, maybe reminded of some long-forgotten memory. He actually took Chen Yu’s side.
“Alright now! Even though the girl shouldn’t have slapped your grandson, it’s still your grandson who started it by trying to steal her food. If he hadn’t reached for the meat, how could she have hit him?
Here’s what I’ll do—you pay this young lady 1 yuan and we’ll settle it here. If you don’t, then once the train stops, I’ll be handing both of you over to the Public Security Bureau. Let’s see what they do with you!”