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

Wang Guifen's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile: "Wow, I guess I've snagged a little perk!"

Hearing this, Zhao Haohao, who had just finished cooking noodles, felt a surge of joy. It turned out that the delicious chicken feet were left for Ya Ya's good friend, which meant he was also Ya Ya's good friend.

Ya Ya took out a bag of spicy chicken feet and put one in each of the five bowls belonging to Wang Guifen's family.

Every time one was placed there, Zhao Haohao couldn't help but roll around, his eyes gleaming with envy.

There weren't many chicken feet in the bag to begin with, and after putting five in, there was only one left. Even with his thick skin, he was too embarrassed to take it.

Ya Ya grabbed the small bag and handed the last one to Cao Xiulian: "Auntie, you can try this one."

No more customers came into the shop for a while. Zhao Haohao stared at his mother and Ya Ya standing behind the worktable. The two were very happy together. Occasionally, a few neighbors would stop by the window and ask for some steamed buns, mantou, and hot soy milk. His mother would pick up the buns and Ya Ya would hand them the bags. They worked together very well.

He had a vague feeling that he was the outsider.

Zhao Haohao carried the strainer. It wasn't as he'd described as bustling and hesitant as his mother had made it out to be. She'd dragged him here early in the morning and made Ya Ya watch over him to prevent him from slacking off. It was a complete waste of his talents.

Just as I was mentally complaining, the shop door was suddenly pushed open, and an old man carrying a birdcage strode in familiarly, calling out in a loud voice, "Young master, a bowl of chicken and snail noodle soup, please!"

As he spoke, he went inside, found a table, put the birdcage down, and was about to come over and cook the noodles himself.

Zhao Haohao protectively held onto his strainer and chopsticks: "Grandpa, you sit down and rest. Leave the cooking to me!"

"Yes, Grandpa Zhang, you just need to wait for Brother Zhao to cook the noodles and bring you the bowl. Brother Zhao is here to work, and he gets paid!" Ya Ya gently pushed Grandpa Zhang toward the chair.

"Brother Zhao? You kids are really something. Boss Cao, is this your son?" Zhang Limin chuckled at the way Ya Ya was addressed.

"Yes, his name is Zhao Haohao. Call him over to help out during the holidays."

"It looks quite professional."

From the moment Zhang Limin entered, guests poured into the house in waves, and the chicken and snail soup in the pot was being ladled out rapidly, almost empty. Zhao Haohao's hands flew back and forth with a strainer and long chopsticks, his arms swinging so hard they were almost smoking.

Only then did he believe that his mother was really too busy.

However, it seems that this is all Ya Ya's business, while her mother's steamed buns and soy milk business is just so-so.

I wonder if Mom can sell all those steamed buns she made. When he came, he saw that most of Mom's steamer was full of big steamed buns. Although making steamed buns is easier than making dumplings, who will buy so many?

After the broth in the pot was completely emptied, Zhao Haohao was finally able to catch his breath. Just as he put the spoon down on the rim of the bucket, several more groups of people arrived. After learning that there was no soup noodles, they skillfully ordered a few steamed buns with a spoonful of meat sauce, added them to the buns, and ate them in yet another way.

The steamed buns that were originally plentiful were sold out in the blink of an eye, leaving Zhao Haohao standing to the side dumbfounded.

So that's how steamed buns are sold.

After the steamers in front of Cao Xiulian were removed one by one, the shop finally became quiet.

Remembering the gift he had prepared for Ya Ya, Zhao Haohao got up to get his schoolbag from the worktable. Just as he came out with the schoolbag, he saw Ya Ya already pushing a small covered stroller to the door: "Auntie, Brother Zhao, I'm going out for a walk!"

"Wait for me, I'll go with you!" Zhao Haohao slung his backpack over his shoulder.

"Okay, Hao Hao, lend a hand. If things get heavy, help your sister push the cart so she doesn't get tired." Cao Xiulian didn't stop her.

Two little kids, each holding onto a small cart, wobbled along the bustling streets of the Red Leaf Morning Market, amidst the shouts of vendors hawking their wares.

"Little Ya Ya, what do you want to buy?" Zhao Haohao asked, peeking around as he walked. There were so many delicious foods at the morning market, they smelled so good he couldn't move.

"I don't know either, let's wander around and see what we can buy. Brother Zhao, what's that on your back?"

"Backpack, isn't it nice? It's also Kuromi's." Zhao Haohao deliberately turned around to show Ya Ya the backpack's design.

"It's nice. Is the backpack for carrying books?"

Ya Ya curiously reached out and touched it; the texture was somewhat similar to the camouflage pouch of an entrenching tool.

"Yes, you carry a schoolbag to school, and you'll have to carry one when you start school too. The school will give out lots of books and endless homework."

The two walked and talked, and when they passed a fruit stand, Ya Ya stopped.

As the weather gradually warms up, the strawberries in the greenhouses can't be stored for long, so vendors are selling them off at low prices.

Strawberries were 9.9 yuan a pound a while ago, but now they've dropped to 5 yuan. The yellow special offer sign stands out prominently on the pile of strawberries.

"Little one, would you like to buy some strawberries? They're on special now, and our strawberries are big, sweet, and delicious. Would you like to try one?" The stall owner greeted Ya Ya warmly.

Ya Ya took one, and Zhao Haohao also took one to try.

The bright red strawberries are plump and full. When you bite into them, sweet juice fills your mouth, and the sweet fruity aroma slides down your throat.

Pork was on sale before, but Ya Ya didn't buy much at the time. As a result, the price of pork skyrocketed again after a while.

Will this grass be like that too?

Thinking this, Ya Ya ate the large strawberries in her hand in two bites, pointed at the stall, and said in a strong voice, "Auntie, I'd like to buy 100 jin (50 kg). Could you please deliver them to Hua Ya's shop on Hongye Second Street? Thank you!"

"Alright! I'll give you an extra 50 cents per pound for 100 pounds, that'll be 450 in total!" The strawberry vendor readily agreed. This little kid pushing the cart was a familiar face at their Red Leaf Morning Market; he always got big orders wherever he went!

Hearing this, Zhao Haohao shuddered and stared wide-eyed at Ya Ya: "What, 100 jin? Little sister, you're so rich?"

"Yeah, I have money, Brother Zhao, don't you?" Ya Ya tilted her head to look at Zhao Haohao, her expression very serious.

Zhao Haohao touched the two coins in his pocket that he had painstakingly saved up to buy spicy noodles at the school gate, and felt a pang of heartache.

Ya Ya stared at Zhao Haohao's face.

Seeing his constipated expression, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't paid Brother Zhao yet, and slapped his forehead: "Brother Zhao, take out your phone, I'll pay you your wages, it's twenty-eight yuan, right?"

As she spoke, Ya Ya raised her wrist, ready to pay Zhao Hao Hao's salary.

"I don't have a cell phone."

"Where's the little watch?"

"No, not at all."

Ya Ya looked at Zhao Haohao in shock. Brother Zhao was an official, so how come he had no money, no cell phone, and no watch?

Everyone has a mobile phone; she sees people holding mobile phones on the street every day.

"What's with that look on your face? Isn't it normal for kids not to have cell phones? Do you have a cell phone? What adult would dare to give their cell phone to a little kid like that!" Zhao Haohao was getting a little annoyed by Ya Ya's gaze and retorted angrily, sticking his neck out.

"I have one." Ya Ya took her phone out of her pocket.

"Waaaaah..."

Zhao Haohao instantly lost his composure, let out a howl, and ran away.