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Mo'er rolled his eyes: Do I have to give it to him just because he makes a fuss? We don't have enough to eat.

The old lady started to make a fuss when she heard it. "Everyone eats steamed buns and pickles, but you eat spare ribs. Aren't you really greedy? My grandson is making a fuss, so what if you give him a piece?" She looked at Wu Qingxue again and said, "You are a soldier, can't you have a little sympathy?"

Mo'er was also angry. "This is my dish. What right do you have to tell others? It's none of your business if I don't eat it and throw it away. What can you do if I don't give it to you? Go cool off and don't talk in front of me!"

The old lady still refused to give in, repeating the same few words over and over again, and even called Mo'er a little girl, attracting the train police.

Mo'er was tired of being annoyed by her nagging. With a quick glance, she saw two train tickets in the old lady's bag. She put them into her space and said to the conductor: "I doubt she has a ticket." Then she took out her own ticket and showed it to the conductor. After looking at Mo'er and the others' tickets, the conductor looked at the old lady and said, "Please show me your ticket." The old lady was a little impatient and took out her small bag. She opened it and prepared to take out the tickets, but she searched the bag several times but couldn't find her and her mother's tickets. She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely and kept muttering: "Where are my tickets? Where are my tickets?"

The conductor looked at me for a long time and said, "Okay, old lady, I see you don't have a ticket at all. Come with me to buy a ticket, otherwise you will have to get off at the next stop."

The old lady and the little boy were taken away by the train police to buy a new ticket. Their seats were already occupied, so even if they returned, they would just have to watch! The entire train car immediately fell silent.

Some people were concentrating on eating, while others were swallowing their saliva.

The train headed west, stopping for two hours in Taiyuan, then another two hours in Lanzhou. The passengers in this carriage were unlucky. Every meal consisted of steamed buns and pickles. The better-off had eggs. Look at Mo'er and the others. Their dishes varied: fish, meat, every meal. Look, there was even a casserole of spicy chicken in the bag. Aren't you afraid it'll spill? Whose prodigal daughter is she? Isn't she afraid of eating her family into poverty?

Mo'er doesn't care how greedy others are, as long as he and his friends are well fed.

It took two days and three nights by train to reach Xining City.

Xining's urban area is 2261 meters above sea level. Generally speaking, altitude sickness is almost nonexistent in Xining. However, people with sensitive bodies or underlying medical conditions may experience some discomfort.

Symptoms of altitude sickness include headache, nausea, vomiting, insomnia, loss of appetite, fatigue, and difficulty breathing. If you experience altitude sickness, mild symptoms can be relieved by resting and reducing exercise intensity. If symptoms worsen or persist, seek medical attention immediately.

Mo'er and her three children did not suffer from altitude sickness, perhaps because they often drank spiritual spring water.

The group disembarked. A desolate scene greeted them, with few buildings near the station. Wu Qingxue made a phone call, and the group headed to a nearby state-owned restaurant. A small blackboard at the entrance read: "Today's Servings: Cornmeal Steamed Buns, Rice, Steamed Buns, Shredded Potatoes, Stir-fried Cabbage, Mixed Shredded Radishes. Braised Pork!"

Mo'er ordered six bowls of rice, shredded potatoes, cabbage, braised pork, and mixed radish. It cost her six yuan, a pound and four ounces of food coupons! Grandma knew Mo'er had more money than she could spend, so she didn't care how she spent it. Wu Qingxue was shocked. Was she really that lavish?