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

Ji Chuntao was still in charge of cooking breakfast.

The package of fresh fish had been processed; it contained some of the previous yellow, scaleless fish and small white fish. She looked at the few cut-up yellow croakers and happened to have some tender tofu on hand.

Then I took out the few yellow, scaleless fish, washed them, cut them in half, and put them into the pot. I added water, smashed a few pieces of ginger, brought it to a boil over high heat, and simmered it until the soup turned milky white. Then I cut the soft tofu into cubes, added it, sprinkled salt, turned the heat to low, and simmered it for half an hour until the fish flavor permeated the tofu.

Choose another fatter carp, make a few cuts on both sides to help it absorb the flavor, heat oil in a pan, fry the whole fish until golden brown on both sides, pour on soy sauce and vinegar, add water to cover the fish, add scallions and salt, cover the pot and simmer.

Once the broth has thickened and coated the fish with a glossy, tempting sheen, the braised fish is ready to serve.

Take a few more eggs, beat them, add water and stir well, sprinkle with a little salt, and soon the smooth and tender steamed egg custard, suitable for all ages, is ready.

Another dish was stir-fried water celery with sliced ​​pork, along with several stir-fried wild vegetables, served with thick white rice porridge, and each person was given a cup of hot milk powder.

Everyone ate to their heart's content. After eating and drinking their fill, they happily went to the riverbank, each picking out their favorite clothes and squatting down to wash them.

Fang Tiesheng quietly approached Ya Ya, "Darling, how's that bunch of scallions from yesterday?"

Ya Ya took the scallions directly from her spatial storage. Fang Tiesheng held the scallions and examined them closely. They were neither wilted nor had they gone bad.

He pondered for a moment, then had Ya Ya put the scallions back into his space. He then put one of the remaining fish in a plastic bag and brought it over. "Nannan, try putting this in too."

He wasn't sure if it was just a bunch of scallions and one night, but if it was fresh fish, he would definitely be able to confirm by tomorrow whether everything in the space sent by the Duck Immortal was still, including time.

If that's true, then...

Every inch of space needs to be carefully planned.

Zhao Hu carried his new wood-chopping knife up the mountain. He vaguely remembered that there was a cliff on the other side of the mountain, and he seemed to have seen several large blue stones there. He wanted to go and confirm them. If they were limestone, he could make a mixture of limestone, sand, and clay, which would make the wall more solid.

Little Bean and Little Swain gathered a lot more wild onions, cleaned and washed them themselves, and eagerly brought them over. Grandma Liu, seeing the two little ones' expectant eyes and remembering that her daughter now possessed that magical space, didn't refuse them anymore.

I neatly gathered all the wild onions into the cart, and put the woven straw sandals into plastic bags. I then had my daughter put the plastic bags away so that the smells wouldn't mix.

Watching Ya Ya go by, Grandma Liu slowly walked out. They planned to make dumplings and steamed buns today and then go to find wild vegetables in the afternoon.

I wonder if there will be another order after this batch of straw sandals is sold. It's always good to find more things to exchange for money.

……

Ya Ya pushed her cart and appeared at the night market. There were still many people in front of the sweet drink stall, and the young lady wearing a hat with a long tongue was very busy.

The shop owners who had been eagerly waiting all craned their necks at the sound of the cart wheels rolling across the ground. Even the fried rice stall owner's loose double chin tightened subconsciously.

Now, there are no longer just the three of them waiting; there are four of them now. The stall owner selling Bo Bo Chicken across the street has also joined the queue.

Ya Ya pushed the stroller over with practiced ease, but when she looked up, she saw an unfamiliar auntie standing there, and she couldn't help but frown.

She didn't bring many wild onions this time; her two younger brothers, Xiaodouzi and Xiaoshuanzi, picked them. After washing them, there were even fewer. She parked her stroller, looked up at the four adults, and said, "Uncle, I didn't bring many onions today."

Upon hearing this, the fried rice vendor's lips instantly turned down.

At first, he was the only one who discovered it, but now there are more and more people, and he doesn't even have enough to cook a few servings of rice.

But we can't hide the little boss. She's such a tiny girl, and if she pushes her little cart too much, she'll attract attention sooner or later, and everyone will find out.

The stall of the Bo Bo Chicken owner was located opposite the three of them, about ten meters away. They had noticed the three of them a few days earlier and finally couldn't suppress their curiosity, so they came over to try some.

As soon as the hood was lifted, the owner of the Sichuan-style boiled chicken knew she had come to the right place.

You can't smell it from a distance, but once you get close and smell it, it's absolutely top-notch!

No wonder these three businesses have been doing so well lately; it's all because of these scallions.

There were three and a half pounds of scallions in the car. The owner of the Sichuan-style boiled chicken took half a pound, and the remaining three owners each took one pound, which was just enough.

Several shop owners were rummaging through their pockets for change when Ya Ya raised her wrist, showing off her small watch. "You can scan this to pay!"

The bosses' eyes lit up. This was perfect, even more convenient!

After paying the bill, several shop owners stuffed food into Ya Ya's cart. The owner of the Bo Bo Chicken saw this and realized that it was no wonder the business was so good. He quickly ran to his own stall, grabbed ten skewers of Bo Bo Chicken, didn't add much chili, and brought them over in a paper bag.

Ya Ya looked at the jianbing guozi, red skewers, and a bag of white raw wontons in the car, smiled and thanked the shopkeepers. Just as she was about to leave, she saw the uncle with a double chin running over breathlessly, holding several red cylindrical sausages in his hand.

"Here, this is delicious. Kids and adults alike love it. Uncle is worried you'll get tired of eating fried rice all the time."

"What's this?" Ya Ya took the sausages wrapped in a small transparent bag. They were still a little hot to the touch, and you could smell their delicious aroma even through the bag.

The uncle with the double chin smiled mysteriously: "Starch sausage."

I don't know how they managed to make starch sausage so uniform across the country.

It doesn't matter which shop it's from, or how thoroughly it's fried; as long as it's cut open and fried, it's delicious.

The outer skin is crispy, and the inside is tender. When you bite into it, the sprinkled barbecue seasoning falls out in a gushing motion. The flavor of the spices blends with the flavor of the sausage itself, making it incredibly fragrant.

Ya Ya's little nose twitched wildly. After hesitating for a while, she tore open the bag, pulled out a sausage, grabbed the still steaming starch sausage, and took a small bite.

Since it was for children, the fried rice owner didn't add chili peppers, but the simple cumin and secret sauce were enough to make Ya Ya stomp her feet in delight.

One bite reveals a hint of meaty flavor, reminiscent of the small intestines I buy at the morning market, yet not quite. It's more of a soft, chewy grain aroma, savory and flavorful, oily but not greasy.

Ya Ya nibbled on it, her cheeks puffed out, and in no time she had finished the whole flower-shaped sausage.