Pei Yang had already placed the porcelain bowl on the table, glanced at Jiang Ran, snorted, and walked out of the room with big strides.
Jiang Ran didn't mind; the original owner was not on good terms with the Pei Family members, having even hit Pei Yang before. It would be strange if Pei Yang showed her a friendly face.
Jiang Ran walked over to the square table and sat on the long bench.
A square table with four long benches could almost seat an entire family.
As soon as Jiang Ran sat down, she heard a jumble of footsteps approaching, turned her head towards the door, and saw Pei Yang walk in again carrying two bowls.
Behind Pei Yang was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.
This was the male protagonist's younger sister, Pei Shanshan.
Pei Shanshan was leading a boy over three years old, who was the original owner's son, Pei Jing.
Following closely behind them came the male protagonist's father, Pei Baoshan, and his mother, Wang Cuilan.
Matching these people with the ones in her memory, Jiang Ran finally withdrew her gaze.
Although Jiang Ran had the original owner's memories, her personality was vastly different.
To avoid making mistakes and arousing suspicions among the Pei Family members, Jiang Ran decided to speak and act less.
The Pei Family members were long used to Jiang Ran's reactions.
Jiang Ran's silence was a very welcome thing for the Pei Family members.
After all, whenever Jiang Ran spoke, it was either to nitpick, cause trouble, or curse.
The Pei Family had been busy all morning and just wanted to enjoy a good meal and rest, not to complicate matters. Jiang Ran kept silent, so they were grateful and had no intention of talking to her.
When Jiang Ran saw that the Pei Family members had all picked up their chopsticks and started eating the noodles in their bowls, she also picked up her chopsticks.
The noodles in the bowl were not made purely of white flour; sweet potato flour and cornmeal had been added, giving the noodles a somewhat complicated color and not a particularly good texture.
The sauce on top was made by stewing diced potatoes and radishes.
There was no meat, no peppercorns or star anise, just the homemade paste of the Pei Family.
To be honest, it wasn't difficult to eat, but it wasn't particularly delicious either.
Aside from filling her stomach, there wasn't much else to it.
Jiang Ran, who had won first prize in the National Culinary Competition, had always loved exploring cooking since childhood. She had made and tasted countless delicious foods.
For Jiang Ran, eating was not only about filling her stomach but also about satisfying her taste buds and soul.
So Jiang Ran was not particularly interested in this bowl of noodles and ate it very slowly, one strand at a time.
But soon, Jiang Ran hit her own face.
Jiang Ran thought the noodles weren't tasty and planned to eat just a little.
But she underestimated the body's instincts.
The fact that this body could eat itself into this shape wasn't accomplished in just one or two meals; it was the result of years of accumulation.
This body was accustomed to eating that much, so even though Jiang Ran deliberately ate slowly, unconsciously, she still finished more than half of the noodles.
Suddenly realizing that half the noodles were gone, Jiang Ran widened her eyes in shock and stopped eating.
More surprisingly, Jiang Ran felt that she was still hungry.
This...
Jiang Ran herself didn't think she was behaving out of the ordinary, but her actions looked quite odd to the Pei Family members.
Usually, when Jiang Ran ate noodles, she would gobble them down, slurping them up quickly, as if she wanted to stuff an entire bowl of noodles into her mouth in one go.