Pei Yang had already placed the porcelain bowl on the table. He glanced at Jiang Ran, snorted, and strode out of the room.
Jiang Ran didn't care. The original owner of this body didn't treat the Pei family well. She had even hit Pei Yang before. It would be strange if Pei Yang treated her well.
Jiang Ran walked to the side of the square table and sat on the bench.
The square table with four benches was enough for a family to sit down.
Jiang Ran had just sat down when she heard a flurry of footsteps approaching. She turned to look at the door and saw Pei Yang walking in with two bowls.
Behind Pei Yang was a girl of about 15 or 16 years of age.
This was the male lead's younger sister, Pei Shanshan.
Pei Shanshan was holding the hand of a three-year-old boy. That was the original owner's son, Pei Jing.
Behind them were the male lead's father, Pei Baoshan, and the male lead's mother, Wang Cuilan.
Jiang Ran matched these people with the people in her memories. Only then did she look away.
Although Jiang Ran had the original owner's memories, her personality was completely different from the original owner's.
In order to avoid making mistakes and being discovered by the Pei family, Jiang Ran decided to speak less and act less.
The Pei family had long been accustomed to Jiang Ran's reaction.
Jiang Ran did not speak. To the people of the Pei Family, this was simply something they could only wish for.
After all, as long as Jiang Ran opened her mouth, she would either be nitpicking, causing trouble, or scolding people.
The Pei family had been busy all morning. At this time, they just wanted to have a good meal and rest. No one wanted to complicate matters. They would be thankful if Jiang Ran didn't speak. They also wouldn't take the initiative to talk to Jiang Ran.
Seeing that the Pei family had already picked up their chopsticks and started eating the noodles in their bowls, Jiang Ran also picked up her chopsticks.
The noodles in the bowl weren't pure white. There were probably sweet potato and corn flour in it. The noodles' color was a little complicated, and the texture wasn't particularly good.
The gravy on top was made from diced potatoes and radishes.
There was no meat, no pepper, no star anise, and no other condiments. There was only the Pei family's homemade sauce.
To be honest, it wasn't bad, but it wasn't delicious either.
Besides filling the stomach, it didn't have any other uses.
No matter what, Jiang Ran was the champion of the National Cooking Competition. Since he was young, his favorite thing to do was to delve into cooking. He had made and eaten countless delicacies.
For Jiang Ran, apart from filling her stomach, eating was more important for satisfying her taste buds and soul.
Therefore, Jiang Ran didn't have much interest in this bowl of noodles, so she ate them very slowly.
But soon after, she slapped herself in the face.
Jiang Ran felt that it wasn't delicious and was about to eat a little.
But she underestimated the instincts of this body.
The reason this body could eat so much was definitely not something that could be done with one or two meals. It was accumulated over a long period of time.
This body was used to eating so much. Even if Jiang Ran deliberately ate slowly, she unknowingly finished more than half of the bowl of noodles.
When she suddenly realized that half of the noodles in the bowl were gone, Jiang Ran was so shocked that her eyes widened. She stopped eating.
More importantly, Jiang Ran felt that she was still hungry.
This …
Jiang Ran didn't think that there was anything wrong with her, but her behavior was really abnormal in the eyes of the Pei family.
Usually, when Jiang Ran ate noodles, she would take big mouthfuls and slurp. She couldn't wait to stuff the bowl of noodles into her mouth.