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

Zhao Hu pushed past the village chief and peered inside. What greeted him was not the intoxicating aroma of wine, but a fragrance mixed with various spices.

It was also slightly pungent.

The thermos contained a pile of transparent bottles, the water inside of which was a mixture of red, yellow, and green.

Could this be the wine from the realm of immortals?

He tentatively picked up a bottle; the wine was yellowish-red, and there was a small label on it that read "Daughter's Red".

Zhao Hu couldn't read, but he found the color strangely unusual. Fang Tiesheng, standing nearby, glanced at the label, his pupils suddenly contracting, and he exclaimed, "Daughter's Red...this is Daughter's Red?"

Zhao Hu hadn't even reacted yet: "Is this wine that rare?"

Fang Tiesheng's hands were trembling as he lowered his voice and said urgently, "Rare? That's aged wine that only wealthy families can afford! They bury it underground after a daughter is born, and it's been stored for over ten years. Even ordinary landlords might not be willing to drink it. We're lucky to even have a glimpse of it!"

Zhao Hu gasped in shock, and his gaze toward the small bottle instantly changed, as if he were looking at a mountain of silver.

He quickly put the bottle back; such good wine shouldn't be opened so casually.

Fang Tiesheng squeezed in too, clinging to the edge of the bucket and rummaging inside. "There's sweet wine, rice wine, osmanthus wine, bamboo wine... God, what kind of heavenly life will this be!"

He picked out a bottle of sorghum liquor that was closest to what the old man at the entrance of his village usually drank, and shakily unscrewed the cap.

In an instant, the rich and mellow aroma of liquor, mixed with the mellow fragrance of fermented grains, burst forth.

The cabin was small and enclosed, and the aroma of wine instantly filled every corner, making every breath intoxicating.

The village chief took a deep breath, then hurriedly waved his hand, "Quickly, cover it! Quickly, cover it! This wine is so strong and pure, even a drop spilling is a waste!"

Ya Ya, who was standing nearby, was immediately hit by the strong, pungent smell of alcohol. Her little brows furrowed, her head spun, and she swayed and plopped back down on the kang (heated brick bed): "It's so pungent! So... so this is what alcohol tastes like... I'm dizzy..."

Grandma Liu quickly picked the baby up, and Fang Tiesheng awkwardly closed the lid, too excited to notice the baby.

Grandma Liu gently rubbed Ya Ya's forehead, and Ya Ya's little face was still a little flushed.

The village chief opened the window a crack, and after the smell of alcohol had faded a bit, Ya Ya recovered. Remembering what the shopkeeper had said, she looked up with her rosy little face and said, "Grandma, the shopkeeper said that these wines have different strengths. The high-strength ones are stronger, while the low-strength ones are suitable for older people and young women. Sweet rice wine can also be used to cook eggs."

As she spoke, Ya Ya climbed out of Grandma Liu's arms, ran to the thermos, and fished out a bottle with a red label. She remembered it clearly, "This is jujube wine, it's good for your health, Grandma, you should try this!"

He handed the bottle over.

Granny Liu used to be a bit greedy when she was young, but she lived a poor life in her later years. Her relatives passed away one after another, and she could not even drink a few sips of the coarsest homemade rice wine. Now that she could drink this bottle of immortal wine, she immediately smiled and her eyes narrowed.

He took the bottle, got up, and went to the kitchen.

As they passed the village chief and his group, they even raised their chins slightly.

She was the first to drink the celestial wine!

Grandma Liu took a small, rough porcelain teacup with a chipped edge from the kitchen, rinsed it with water, then unscrewed the lid and carefully poured in half a cup of jujube and goji berry wine.

The name itself sounds nourishing.

As the wine was poured, a warm, sweet jujube aroma wafted up, unlike the pungent smell before, which was instead gentle and pleasant.

The three grown men craned their necks, staring intently at the small cup, their Adam's apples bobbing.

The wine has a warm, amber-like color.

Grandma Liu picked it up and took a small sip.

The wine is smooth on the palate, first releasing the sweet aroma of red dates, then the mellow flavor of yellow wine slowly spreading, sliding down the throat, and a warm feeling rising in the stomach.

She savored it for a long while before letting out a long sigh: "Delicious...so delicious..."

Ya Ya's lips curled up high. She hadn't misremembered or taken the wrong thing. It was for her mother-in-law to drink, and she had to remember it clearly!

"Little girl, what other interesting things have you seen? Tell us about them so we can rest early and not stay up too late." The village chief looked away from Granny Liu's small cup and smacked his lips twice.

He envied him but didn't say anything, he didn't hear that he wanted to go home and sleep.

Ya Ya scratched the back of her head, seemingly unaffected.

Oh, right, there's a bunch of pots and pans on the table, and we need to take the chairs out.

"The cardboard boxes on the table contain a large iron wok for stir-frying, and the smaller boxes contain a pressure cooker. The shop owner said that it's very quick to stew meat with it; it only takes fifteen minutes to stew it until it's tender."

Fang Tiesheng was taking notes while asking about the price. When he heard "fifteen minutes," he paused, looked up in confusion, and asked, "How long is fifteen minutes?"

Ya Ya tried hard to recall what the boss had said: "One shichen is two hours, and one hour is four 15-minute intervals."

Fang Tiesheng counted on his fingers and realized that it was about a quarter of an hour.

hiss--

Meat that normally takes an hour to stew can be done in just fifteen minutes with the pot in this cardboard box.

He bowed his head and solemnly wrote down the name of this magical pot that could shorten time on the paper.

Zhao Hu had already started dismantling the box. After removing the outer cardboard box, he found a thick layer of white foam inside. It looked sturdy, but it felt light and almost weightless when touched, and it was even a little soft when gently squeezed.

"Oh, this is another novelty. It looks thick, but it's so light it feels almost weightless. It's perfect for lining fragile cups and saucers!"

He moved the foam aside and lifted out the stainless steel pressure cooker.

The pot was heavy and shiny with a smooth surface that reflected a person's image. However, when a face was reflected in it, it looked crooked and somewhat comical.

The village chief gripped the handle and weighed it in his hand: "Good heavens, this pot is really heavy; it must have been made with a lot of good iron!"

The two of them circled the pot for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how to open the lid.

There were several protruding metal lumps on the pot lid, and even after they twisted and tore it off, they still couldn't open the lid.

Fang Tiesheng was carefully reading the instruction manual.

"This isn't iron, it's stainless steel. This silvery material is called stainless steel." Fang Tiesheng immediately noticed the words "Stainless Steel Pressure Cooker." The small bowl that Nannan had bought earlier was also called a stainless steel bowl.

It must be the name of the material, not the name of the bowl.

"Russ-free steel? Goodness, this name really means it won't rust?" The village chief stroked the smooth surface of the pressure cooker with obvious delight.

If it were used to forge a knife...

Fang Tiesheng was still studying the pressure cooker. The print in the instruction manual was too small, and the room was dimly lit, so he could only flip through it quickly. The manual also included illustrations.

He quickly figured out how to open and close the pressure cooker.

Hold the handle, slide it to the side, then lift it up, and the lid will open.

"Tiesheng is really amazing. This pot even has a mechanism. It's so ingenious."

Zhao Hu learned to close and open the pressure cooker.

"Then where's the chair?" The village chief asked, seeing Ya Ya yawning. He quickly asked about the last thing he didn't understand.