Jiang Ran also got down from the bed and took out a jar from the middle of the bed.
In this jar were the pickles she made herself, and there was also a jar of sauce.
When these were opened and eaten with the rice later, it would make the taste of the dishes, which were not very good, much better.
The taste of the pickles and the sauce was very domineering.
As soon as she opened it, the smell filled the entire private room.
The old man sitting opposite her and the young man beside him looked over at the same time.
Being stared at by the two, Jiang Ran's expression was still calm.
Whether it was in her previous life or in this life, she had been stared at for a long time.
Being stared at by the two of them, of course, she was incomparably calm.
Not long after, Pei Yang came back with the dishes.
There was rice, vegetables, and steamed noodles.
Although it wasn't very tasty, they had pickled vegetables and soy sauce to accompany it. The originally ordinary dishes became delicious.
The sauce seemed to have been marinated and fried with sesame oil.
When frying, there were also diced pork belly with fat and lean meat.
The smell was not to mention how fragrant it was.
Even if it was a bowl of boiled noodles, with a spoon of such sauce, the taste of the bowl of noodles would instantly become delicious.
Jiang Ran and the other two ate very quietly, but the smiles and satisfaction on their faces could not be hidden.
Of course, this was also because the three of them did not intend to hide at all.
Pei Jing looked at Jiang Ran and smiled at Jiang Ran every time he took a bite.
Anyone who saw Pei Jing's expression, even if Pei Jing did not say anything, could more or less guess what Pei Jing meant.
At this moment, the old man spoke.
"Comrade, can you sell some of your sauce and pickles to us?"
Hearing the old man's words, Jiang Ran looked at the old man.
The old man had a warm smile on his face, and he gave off a very peaceful feeling.
The two men beside the old man obviously wanted to say something, but for some reason, they did not. Their expressions were extraordinarily complicated.
Jiang Ran's gaze swept past the two of them and finally landed on the old man.
"It's just some soy sauce and pickled vegetables. Why are you still talking about buying?"
Jiang Ran said and handed over the two jars.
When Jiang Ran and the others ate, they used another clean spoon to scoop the sauce and pickles into their bowls.
Therefore, at this time, Jiang Ran directly handed the jar over without any psychological pressure.
If the other party still disliked it, then it was better not to eat it.
The old man didn't mind at all. After receiving it, he scooped some for each of them and put it into his lunch box.
The old man's lunch box was filled with steamed noodles.
After the old man scooped some, he looked at the two people beside him. "Do you want some?"
Hearing this, the two of them nodded and went forward to scoop some.