"Anmin, why was the door closed?" Ding Anguo's voice came from outside the compartment, prompting Ding Anmin to get up and open it immediately. Both men were carrying green mesh bags filled with lunch boxes.
After Ding Anguo placed two lunch boxes in front of Qin Muxian and Zheng Sirui, the mother and son looked a bit puzzled.
"We brought you some dumplings and noodles, have some." Ding Anguo said with a smile.
Qin Muxian accepted this gesture. She didn't want to take her son to the Qin Family, and had planned to go to the dining car later, but now it was unnecessary.
After finishing her meal, Qin Muxian took out some money and tickets, insisting on giving them. "You've already gone out of your way to help us with the meal. If you refuse, we'll feel awkward for the rest of the journey."
Ding Anguo accepted the money and ticket without hesitation.
