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

He led Ya Ya forward, bowed respectfully, and said in a humble tone with deep gratitude, "Hello, my name is Fang Tiesheng, and I am Ya Ya's grandfather from the same village. These days, thanks to your care for this child, our whole village is very grateful to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bowed respectfully.

Cao Xiulian was startled on the spot. What was going on?! She quickly waved her hands and backed away, saying, "Please don't do this, there's no need for such formality. You're shortening my lifespan, sir! Get up, you're too kind!"

Wang Guifen, who was standing to the side, was amazed. Wow, his demeanor and manners were exactly like the old man in the short drama.

"Oh, don't be so polite, sir. Your little girl is so well-behaved. Everyone loves the young master's things, they sell the fastest on the whole street."

"Your village must have excellent soil and water to raise such a bright and well-behaved child."

Fang Tiesheng had never met such a straightforward and enthusiastic person. Faced with Wang Guifen's series of familiar compliments, he could only chuckle awkwardly and thank her repeatedly. His eyes couldn't help but look around the bustling morning market with curiosity, his eyes full of novelty.

Just then, Ya Ya poked her little head out from behind Fang Tiesheng: "Grandma Wang, we've made and brought the food you wanted. It smells so good! When we were cooking it in the yard, the aroma filled the whole yard. Everyone in the village was getting hungry just smelling it."

Upon hearing this, Wang Guifen's eyes immediately lit up. "Oh my? Really? It smells so good! Grandma will definitely have to try the delicious food our little boss brought!"

"I guarantee you'll be satisfied!" Ya Ya patted her chest confidently.

She turned and tugged at Fang Tiesheng's sleeve: "Grandpa Fang, quickly bring the bucket down. Grandma Wang, your soup is in these two tall duck pots. We don't have any more large buckets to hold it, so we brought it over in pots."

"Hey, so that's why I brought two pressure cookers. Turns out they're for my soup. I'll make it myself." Wang Guifen had been craving it for a while, so she immediately went over and picked up one of the pressure cookers, placing it on the small table.

Turn the gas valve, twist the handle, and lift the pot lid off.

Good guy!

A burst of fresh and rich heat shot out, the aroma hitting right at the top of one's head.

The fresh aroma of snails mingled with the rich meaty fragrance of chicken, drifting in all directions on the wind.

Wang Guifen herself was stunned.

It smells so good!

She had never actually tried this kind of special stew before. She saw it on a short video platform and found it to be a recipe from Guangdong and Guangxi provinces. It looked incredibly delicious, and since she had the opportunity, she mentioned it and asked them to make it.

Who would have thought that the actual product would smell so fresh?

Southerners really know how to eat well. What were they thinking with this combination?

She took two deep breaths of the aroma, got up and went to Cao Xiulian's stall to get a small bowl and a transparent spoon, then picked up the pressure cooker and poured herself a full bowl.

I scooped up a full spoonful with a small spoon, blew on it to cool it down, and then put it in my mouth.

The moment she tasted the soup, it was so delicious that her eyebrows almost fell off, and she felt incredibly comfortable and relaxed all over.

She nodded as she drank, "Oh my god, it's so delicious, so fresh!"

Hehe~

Ya Ya watched as Grandma Wang's eyes narrowed as she drank, her heels tiptoeing high, and she knew she loved it. Aunt Chun Tao's cooking skills were truly exceptional.

While Wang Guifen was slurping down her hot soup, Cao Xiulian rolled up her sleeves and, together with Fang Tiesheng, lifted the heavy thermos from the truck bed to the side of the stall.

As soon as the lid of the insulated container was lifted, an extremely strong spicy aroma burst forth.

The unique umami flavor of the mountain snails, combined with the rich aroma from the simmering seasonings, is incredibly potent, instantly overpowering the mixed flavors of the morning market snacks and filling half the street with their aroma.

Passersby followed the smell and craned their necks to look in this direction.

"Hey boss, the snails smell even better today than yesterday! Did you upgrade the recipe? Give me a bowl!" The middle-aged man who had shared a table with Zhang Limin, the old man who was walking his bird yesterday, came over carrying a bag of greenhouse leafy greens, his nose twitching.

As soon as the lid was opened, another customer came in. Ya Ya's little face lit up with a smile as she stood on tiptoe to pick up the big iron spoon.

"Nannan, put it down, Grandpa will fill it. Just fill this little bowl, okay?" Fang Tiesheng took the spoon from Yaya's hand and scooped a large spoonful into the bowl.

"Add some broth too!" Ya Ya pointed to the dry snails.

"Okay." Fang Tiesheng calculated the time, helped Ya Ya divide most of the snails into small bowls, and gave Cao Xiulian the pickled dried fish that Ji Chuntao had asked him to bring.

The small bowls were piled high, covering the entire table.

Before long, a lively crowd gathered around the stall. People brought their own small stools and sat down, scanning QR codes to pay and slurping snails from their small bowls. Some even stared longingly at Wang Guifen's pressure cooker.

"Hey boss, why aren't you serving this soup?"

"This chicken was bought by Grandma Wang herself and she asked me to take it home and stew it. It belongs to Grandma Wang, not me, so I can't sell it," Ya Ya explained seriously.

"Custom orders are possible? Then I'll buy a chicken too, could I...?"

Ya Ya glanced at Grandpa Fang next to her.

Fang Tiesheng looked at it for a while and understood a lot of things. He decided not to accept this custom order for the time being. It would be too much of a burden for the child if Nannan had to carry so many things by herself.

He quickly smiled and bowed to everyone, saying, "Thank you all for your love for our little girl and your appreciation for the craftsmanship in our village. We're short-handed right now and can't take on too many children, so we won't be accepting soup-making orders for now. If we can take on more in the future, we'll let you all know first!"

The man quickly returned the gesture with a cupped-back bow. "Sir, you're too kind. We were just asking, it smells so delicious!"

After withdrawing his hand, the person realized that he had somehow also put his hands together in a formal, scholarly manner...

Eating snails alone in the morning is definitely not enough. Many people also bought freshly fried sugar cakes and crispy fried dough sticks from Cao Xiulian's stall. Some people even bought hot soy milk and big white steamed buns from nearby to show off. They ate with great relish.

Fang Tiesheng looked at the orderly scene, with all the small bowls set out, and touched the money and banknotes hidden in the pocket of the cotton-padded jacket behind his work clothes.

He only has half an hour to get here, so we need to hurry.

He looked down at Ya Ya, who was standing next to Cao Xiulian and handing her a bag, and said softly, "Darling, Grandpa is going to take a stroll around the neighborhood and check out the streets and shops nearby."

Ya Ya was busy and didn't even look up, only reminding him in her clear voice, "Okay, Grandpa Fang, you can go ahead, but don't wander too far, just stay around here, don't get lost!"

"Don't worry, Grandpa won't run around," Fang Tiesheng replied gently.

Just as she was about to leave, Ya Ya suddenly slapped her head and remembered what Grandma Duck had told her. She quickly rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a hard little card, which she stuffed into Fang Tiesheng's hand.

"Grandpa Fang, this is for you. Grandma Duck gave it to me, saying you'll find it useful here. It's called Right View."

Fang Tiesheng reached out and took it, then looked down at it.

The palm-sized card clearly showed a person's image, with eyebrows, eyes, hair, and expression that looked exactly like him, without the slightest difference.