The little one's purse connects the two worlds, turning a desolate village into a paradise.

Seeing Ya Ya's complicated expression like a little adult, He Miao couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her soft hair.

She didn't find it annoying to explain to Ya Ya that they weren't exaggerating prices anymore; on the contrary, she thought it was wonderful that Ya Ya had the ability to think for herself.

Ya Ya felt that they were acting out of kindness and taking care of her, so Ya Ya didn't want them to keep losing out like this.

They won't be demanding; they themselves are still struggling financially and will understand how hard they work to earn money.

Who wouldn't like such a sensible child?

"Don't worry, I'm not lying to you. It really is only 270 yuan for four cans. I had my friend pick them out for me. They're great value for money."

"What does 'cost-effectiveness' mean?" Ya Ya asked softly.

He Miao patiently explained to Ya Ya.

The little girl finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes lit up again.

She glanced at the red paper bag and secretly calculated in her mind that if the can was as big as her milk powder, one can would last one person for many days.

A pair of straw sandals can be exchanged for at least one jar.

However, the straw sandals need to keep selling.

Ya Ya recalled the little baskets from before. At first, all the aunties and grandmas were eager to have them, and there weren't enough for each time she brought them. But after two days, they would sell out just enough. Later, there were only a few left over. Now, the village doesn't let her bring many baskets to her aunties' places.

The same goes for shoes.

People don't need a new basket every day, nor do they need new shoes every day.

Moreover, she didn't even know who wanted to buy the shoes.

As she was thinking, He Miao tidied up Ya Ya's little car again, took out the clip lights that were stuffed in messily, stacked the jars back up, and piled the cherries into the four thermos water bottles.

Finally, I put the light in a plastic bag and hung it on Ya Ya's stroller handle before clapping my hands in satisfaction.

"By the way, Ya Ya, I need your help with something."

He Miao took out a drawing from her bag.

When Ya Ya heard that she could help Sister He Miao, her eyes lit up instantly, and her little face was full of happiness.

It's always been Sister He Miao who's been helping and taking care of her. Now, finally, there's something she can do herself!

"What is it? What is it? Sister He Miao, just tell me, and Ya Ya will definitely help."

He Miao handed the paper to Ya Ya and said earnestly, "Ya Ya, please go back and ask your mother-in-law if these shoes can be made. They all need to be made of straw."

"A friend of mine wants to make a batch of shoes like these. She has specific requirements for the style. Take this back and ask if it's possible to make them according to the picture."

If possible, make one pair of each style as shown in the picture, starting with half-slippers, starting at 200 yuan per pair. Fully enclosed shoes start at 300 yuan, and there may be a slight increase for more complex designs or intricate patterns. The prices are all written down above; if you can't remember them, just take them home to show your elders.

Ya Ya's eyes widened little by little. What did she hear?

Two hundred? Three hundred? A pair of straw sandals?

Three pairs would be nine hundred, four pairs would be...

Ya Ya's eyes were filled with images of red banknotes growing legs and running towards her.

She carefully placed the folded paper in her hand into the same compartment as the red bills, the compartment that was the most secure.

"I'll definitely take it back to show my mother-in-law. She's amazing!"

He Miao smiled and said, "Then I'll wait for Ya Ya's good news. Should I come over again at this time tomorrow, or in a few days?"

"Tomorrow is fine."

After the two finished their business, Chen Lei, who had been strolling around for a couple of hours and noticed no one was paying attention, lifted his foot to show off: "Look at my shoes, aren't they cool?"

He Miao: ...

Ya Ya silently pinched her little nose.

After saying goodbye to the two, Ya Ya pushed her stroller and instead of rushing to find a place to go back, she walked back along the way she came.

She still had some time today, so she planned to go shopping and buy some food to take home.

For example, that little sweet drink.

The small cart wheels rolled swiftly on the cement road, and the four brightly colored old-fashioned thermos bottles on the cart were particularly eye-catching.

The bud looked left and right.

This night market is very large, with two main streets stretching into the distance, stalls crammed together on both sides, strings of lights hanging overhead, and a mix of colorful signs and various aromas.

Unlike her first visit when she was flustered and full of fear, Ya Ya felt relaxed and happy at this moment. Everyone in this place was a good person, and everyone was well-fed and warmly dressed.

The aroma that filled the streets was exactly the same as the first time, still so enticing.

Ya Ya swallowed unconsciously, her steps slowing down.

The aroma of roasting beef wafted in the wind, the cumin and chili mingling with the meaty scent, tantalizingly hitting Ya Ya's nose. A few steps further, there was a grilled oyster stall; the rich aroma of garlic mixed with the saltiness of the sea made Ya Ya's feet rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch.

She tilted her little head up to look at the words on the illuminated sign, recognizing only half of them, and then stumbled over them as she read them aloud:

"Fire...beef." I don't recognize the first character; I've never seen it in any literacy competitions.

His gaze then shifted to the top of the stall next to him: "Living...mosquito hairs?"

I still don't recognize the first character.

What are insect hairs? Ya Ya stood on tiptoe, tilted her chin up, and strained to look at the stall.

I could vaguely see a few edges that looked like stones.

It wasn't meat, and it all tasted like garlic.

Let's eat this braised beef then.

Strangely enough, here you can eat beef as much as you want and slaughter cows as you please, unlike where they live, where cows are precious tools for plowing the fields and you can't even touch them.

Wild pheasants and rabbits, which they could hunt and eat freely in their area, were considered rare and forbidden to kill or eat here, with fines imposed for doing so.

She dragged her cart toward the Fiery Beef stall.

"Hello uncle, I'd like some spicy beef!"

"Two yuan a skewer, how many skewers do you want?" the shopkeeper replied casually as he busied himself flipping the skewers and adding the seasonings.

Ya Ya watched as others held freshly grilled meat skewers. The skewers looked so big in the pictures, but they were so small in her hands.

"How many skewers do you want? Where is everyone?" The boss looked up but didn't see the child who had spoken.

"Twenty-one skewers!" Ya Ya gritted her teeth; if she was going to buy them, everyone should eat them.

The boss stood on tiptoe following the sound and spotted a head. His pupils contracted, and then his gaze swept over the small cart behind Ya Ya, on which was a bag of 4J cherries.

He got it.

He quickly straightened his back and softened his voice, "Little friend, if you eat it by yourself, Uncle won't put any chili in it. Children shouldn't eat too much spicy food."

"Okay." Although I didn't know what chili peppers were, my uncle said that children shouldn't eat too much of them, so they must not be good for them.

The hot plate sizzled, and smoke rose into the air. The owner's hands moved even faster, picking out fresh and meaty skewers, using his best skills.

The fire suddenly appeared and then disappeared, like a magic trick.

Ya Ya stared so intently that she forgot to blink.

"Alright, here are your twenty-one skewers of fiery beef. Want to eat them now or take them to go?"

"Take it away." Ya Ya took out forty-five from her small bag and handed it to the shopkeeper.

"Forty is fine."

The vendor came out from behind the stall and handed five yuan back to Ya Ya. Ya Ya thanked him earnestly, stuffed the small bag into the corner of the thermos, and quickened her pace toward the sweet drink stall.

The owner of the Fiery Beef restaurant shrunk back as she left, wondering which blogger she was and whether he would be able to see her videos on social media tomorrow.