Qin Xiangnuan came over and sat down, starting to crack sunflower seeds, forgoing a meal.
"Not eating," she said after eating a seed, savoring its unique flavor, "It's about time to arrive at the station, I want to eat noodle soup."
"Just that?" Jian Zhiqing thought she wanted to get off the train to eat meat.
"Yep," Qin Xiangnuan cracked another seed, "I just want to eat the noodles my granny makes; Granny Lu's noodles are delicious. Brother Jian, you must have a couple more bowls when it's time."
"Sure," Jian Zhiqing got a bit excited about Granny Lu's noodles after hearing Qin Xiangnuan talk about it. The things she made were incredibly delicious, so naturally, if she said they were good, they must be good.
The train whistled, finally arriving.
Jian Zhiqing took down their luggage from the overhead rack and extended his hand to Qin Xiangnuan to avoid getting separated in the crowd.