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

The pile of plastic chairs was tightly stacked together, and at first glance it looked like a tall, strange chair.

The village chief circled around it twice, then pushed it. It was very sturdy, and he assumed it was a single, uniquely designed object, completely unaware that it was several stacked together.

Zhao Hu reached out and patted the chair surface; it was cold and hard. He tried to lift it, but it wasn't heavy.

"This material is very strange. It doesn't look like wood, bamboo, or iron... and the color is also segmented."

Grandma Liu swayed as she came out of the kitchen. The small cup was so small that even if she was careful, she could finish it in three sips. She then took a bottle of Daughter's Red wine and poured a little more.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she was sweating a little.

He put the bottle of Shaoxing wine back into the thermos, then leaned closer to examine it. "It looks like you can sit on it, but it's so high and slippery, it's easy to fall."

Seeing the adults circling around the stack of chairs, Ya Ya couldn't help but giggle: "It's not just one! There aren't any chairs with legs that long. There are ten chairs here, all stacked together!"

The four adults exclaimed "Ah!" in unison, all turning to look at Ya Ya, then turning back to stare intently at the stack of chairs, their faces filled with disbelief.

The village chief stroked his chin, puzzled: "Ten bundles? To me, it looks like a single, solid piece, more like a bundle!"

"There really are ten! Five red ones and five blue ones, stacked together they make a lot taller!"

Zhao Hu was skeptical, but he reached out and pinched the thin edge of the top chair back, trying to lift it up. However, the chairs were stuck tightly, and he could only lift one whole chair at a time.

He pondered for a moment, then winked at the village chief, "Uncle, lend a hand, let's carry this into the yard and then we'll put in more effort."

The room is too small; it's not convenient to work out.

The two men, one in front and one behind, carried the stack of chairs to the center of the yard. They then laid the chairs sideways, with Zhao Hu holding the back of the top chair and the village chief gripping the bottom leg, pulling like in a tug-of-war. (I wonder if anyone has ever pulled a chair like this before; it's really strenuous…)

"Hey!"

With a muffled groan, the top chair was finally pulled out.

Zhao Hu stumbled back a few steps, then paused, startled, clutching the light chair in his hand.

"It really is, a stack of chairs..."

The chair was ridiculously light; he could lift it with one hand, no, with just one finger. He weighed it in his hand and couldn't help but mutter, "It's so light... will it be stable to sit on? I don't want it to collapse."

He laid the chair flat and pressed his hand down on the seat.

The village chief came over and gave it a push; it was really light.

He thought for a moment. Since he had brought Nannan back, she should be able to sit on it, but the quality was hard to say. He decided to let this old man test the waters.

He carefully held onto the armrests on both sides of the chair and slowly sat down.

The moment his bottom touched the surface, his eyes lit up. He reached out and touched the smooth, rounded edge of the armrest, then tried to lean back against the chair.

"Stable! Really stable! The seat even has a concave section that fits perfectly against my bottom, making it incredibly comfortable! The backrest is also curved, it's so comfortable!"

"really?"

Why would I lie to you!

"Uncle, let me sit down for a while and see."

Seeing that the village chief was sitting comfortably, Zhao Hu got excited. As soon as the village chief got up and made room for him, he sat down and his eyes lit up. It was really comfortable.

"Uncle, come on, pull them all out!"

The two of them took turns pulling the chairs out, separating the red and blue chairs one after another, arranging them neatly in the yard.

Watching the two of them wrestling like they were playing tug-of-war, Ya Ya was no longer sleepy. She hopped and skipped over, choosing a red chair to sit on. Her short legs dangled in the air, swinging back and forth, her whole body nestled comfortably in the recessed seat, her eyes half-closed. (I wanted to post a picture yesterday, but it got deleted. It's a sturdy chair with a curved backrest, the kind you buy online for around ten yuan. Not the kind of benches you find in Guangdong province.)

Fang Tiesheng finished taking notes and picked a chair to sit down. Grandma Liu moved a chair and sat down next to Ya Ya.

After a long while, everyone was exhausted and touched the pots, large thermos containers, spices, and other items in the house before reluctantly preparing to carry them to the cellar for safekeeping.

The chair can be placed in the yard; it'll be convenient for them to replace the unstable one when they come tomorrow.

People no longer have to sit on the ground all the time when weaving shoes.

Fang Tiesheng put away his notebook and prepared to go home.

Suddenly, Ya Ya slapped her forehead. There was something else she hadn't mentioned. Oh dear, it was so important, she had almost forgotten.

"Grandpa Fang, wait a minute, there's one more note!"

Fang Tiesheng paused, turned around, and asked, "Nannan, is there anything else?"

"Grandma Wang, who often comes to buy things over there, said she wanted fresh snails, but I couldn't bring them over. So I thought I could cook them and put them in my space for Grandma Wang to take over."

Grandma Wang agreed, saying she would make a dish of braised chicken with snails and a spicy dish of snails.

Upon hearing this, Fang Tiesheng immediately tensed up, his brows furrowing: "Stewed chicken with snails? We've never even heard of this dish before, and we don't have any chicken. How do we make it?"

Ya Ya produced a piece of paper and proudly waved it at Fang Tiesheng. "The chicken is in my space! Grandma Wang picked it out herself. It's called a free-range chicken, and it costs over a hundred yuan apiece! I bought two too. The cooking instructions are written on it. Grandpa Fang, take it back and see how to cook it. Tell Aunt Chun Tao tomorrow."

Fang Tiesheng stared at the screen all night, and his eyes were sore.

He rubbed his eyes. "What? They can even... even give out cooking recipes so easily?"

These recipes are closely guarded secrets, passed down through generations, and are the foundation of a business, a family heirloom for generations.

Ya Ya climbed off the chair and stuffed the piece of paper into Fang Tiesheng's hand: "Grandma Wang said that this recipe is everywhere, you can find it all by searching online, it's not a rare treasure. Everyone knows how to make it."

"Grandpa Fang, please take this and keep it safe. Remember to read it carefully when you get back. After you've read it, teach Aunt Chun Tao how to make it, and then this afternoon we can make it and bring it to Grandma Wang! Grandma Wang even paid two hundred yuan!"

Ya Ya paused for a moment, then said, "Ya Ya also wants to try the method of stewing snails. I bought several chickens, shall we make two servings?"

As she spoke, she earnestly held up two fingers, "One portion for myself, and one for Grandma Wang, the soup smells delicious!"

Fang Tiesheng took the paper and carefully put it into his pocket. Two copies would be better and more reassuring. He was afraid that he might mess up the new method. The chicken was so expensive, he would feel bad if he messed it up!

Make two portions, one for yourself to taste, and if there are any shortcomings, you can make improvements.

"Okay, make two portions. Let's see if their cooking method is even better. What does it taste like to stew snails with chicken?" Fang Tiesheng patted Ya Ya's head, tucked the note into his pocket, and walked out of the yard.