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

Cheng Jianguo pointed to the study desk and introduced it to Ya Ya: "You're five years old this year, and you'll be starting school next year. If you come here at night, you can do your homework on this desk if you haven't finished it. This desk has a built-in study lamp that's easy on the eyes. I specifically asked the salesperson about it before buying it."

That dark, square thing is called a coffee table. It's perfect for sitting on the sofa, drinking tea, or setting out snacks. It even has drawers underneath.

Ya Ya turned her head blankly, staring at the three large pieces of furniture that had appeared in the room.

"No, no, Uncle Cheng, Grandpa Cheng, these are too valuable, I can't accept them!"

The sofa alone costs several thousand, and this table looks so luxurious, it even has a lamp! That lamp is so long, such a huge piece, like a big mirror hanging over your head, it must be very expensive too.

Cheng Huaisong waved his hand and coaxed her with a smile, "Little one, just think of it as us leaving it here temporarily, okay? We live nearby, and the two of us old folks often go for walks. When we come over for a visit, we need a place to sit, right? Just think of it as us bringing our own stools to visit you. If we don't come anymore, we'll move our things back."

Ya Ya scratched her head, pondered for a while, and it seemed that this explanation was feasible.

In the past, when she went to eat at other grandparents' homes, none of the households had extra tables and chairs, so she would bring her own small stools.

"This old man's eyes are gleaming; he definitely wants something from you. Just listen to what he has to say and ignore these things for now. If you can't meet his request, refuse all of these pieces of furniture."

Seeing that Ya Ya was at a loss, Jie Chi offered a suggestion.

Ya Ya nodded gently without making a sound, her eyes sparkling as she curiously looked at the three brand-new pieces of furniture.

She reached out and touched the surface of the sofa.

The feel of this corduroy is different from the one I bought. It has ribbed edges and a smooth yet firm texture. With a little pressure, it sinks in softly, feeling much softer than my gray-brown sofa.

He Miao also quietly moved closer to examine it closely. This sofa, this efficiency, it was obviously brought from a brand store. Judging from the fluffiness of the filling, it was obviously down, not the ordinary cheap sponge on the market.

Cheng Huaisong, ever the social butterfly, plopped down on the furniture as soon as it was set out, patting the empty seat next to him: "Come on, come on, sit down, don't be shy. This is a good opportunity to test the firmness and comfort of this sofa; if you don't like it, you can exchange it."

The group settled into the sofa. The down filling was fluffy and soft, with multiple layers of foam underneath for support, preventing them from sinking in completely, and the high-density foam provided cushioning. Enveloped in the soft fabric, it was both supple and resilient, so comfortable that once seated, they didn't want to get up.

The tiny little Ya Ya was wrapped up inside the sofa, her downy feathers puffed up on both sides, like a kitten living in a cat bed, looking completely content.

"Thank you, Grandma Xu, you have excellent taste."

After praising one of them, Ya Ya didn't forget to praise the other: "Grandpa Cheng, you not only know how to eat, but you also know how to shop! This sofa is even softer than mine."

"Haha, I'm glad you like it. Aihua and I picked this style together." Cheng Huaisong laughed heartily.

Seeing that everyone had gone to sit on the sofa and his study desk and chair were unattended, Cheng Jianguo went over, found the plug, connected the cord, turned on the study light, and waved to Ya Ya: "Little Ya Ya, come and see the study desk and chair that Uncle picked out. Try sitting on it and Uncle will adjust it for you."

"Huh? Can the chair be adjusted? Wasn't it fixed?" When Ya Ya heard Uncle Cheng call her, she struggled to sit up from the sofa, turned around, and peeked her little head out from behind the sofa back to look at Uncle Cheng.

"Regular chairs don't work this way; this one is specially designed for children. It can be adjusted according to each person's height and preferences. Uncle will help you find the most suitable angle so you can sit comfortably. You can readjust it when you grow taller."

"So the chair grows taller with me? What an amazing chair!" Ya Ya's eyes lit up, and she ran over with small, wiggling steps, staring at the cute pink and white chair.

She carefully sat down, her calves dangling in the air, swaying back and forth.

Because the seat surface bears the weight, the backrest of the backrest also protrudes forward, pressing against Ya Ya's spine.

"Um……?"

Ya Ya turned her head to look back curiously.

"Come on, put your arms on the table and pretend you're holding a pen and writing." Cheng Jianguo patiently guided Ya Ya: "Look, your feet are dangling now because the chair is too high. If we lower the chair, the table will be too high and it will be difficult to lean on it, so let's move the bottom footrest up now."

Cheng Jianguo adjusted the pedals upwards according to the height of Ya Ya's feet.

"Uncle Cheng, I can step on it now!"

Ya Ya was surprised to find that there was a board under her feet, and it really made her feel much more comfortable!

"Sit up straight, don't sit crookedly or hunch over. A hunched back is not only unattractive but will also stunt your growth and harm your health."

Ya Ya immediately straightened her back and placed her feet properly.

The gravity-sensing lumbar support cushion then pressed against the back again.

"Uncle Cheng, there's a board on the back of my waist that keeps hitting me."

Cheng Jianguo was both amused and exasperated: "That's not hitting you, that's encouraging you to sit up straight, it's called 'back-chasing', it can protect your lumbar spine."

After adjusting herself, Ya Ya sat upright at the desk, her back ramrod straight, the lamp above her head illuminating every corner of the desk. There were also a few small shelves at the back of the desk, where she could put small trinkets.

She turned to Cheng Jianguo and said sweetly, "Uncle Cheng, thank you. This set of desk and chairs will definitely be very convenient for writing. Aunt Chuntao made some pastries called 'Shan Hai Dou'. I also brought you a box; it's with Sister Chengyou. Would you like to try some? It's delicious."

"Oh? Then you must try it." Cheng Jianguo helped Ya Ya down from the chair.

Cheng Huaisong, who was about to grab the last Shan Hai Dou from the box, suddenly stopped, his last bit of conscience and his craving fighting each other.

Finally, he quietly withdrew his hand and said, "Jianguo, come and try one, I saved one for you."

Cheng Jianguo's lips twitched. He clearly heard Ya Ya say that she had specially saved a box for him, not just one. But he didn't argue much; having something was good enough. He picked up the mountain sea cucumber, took a small bite, chewed it carefully, and then widened his eyes: "There are wild vegetables in here, right? It's... it's watercress, isn't it?"

"Yes, we picked them on the mountain, in the woods near the stream where we catch fish and shrimp. It hasn't rained lately, so wild vegetables are hard to find. Grandma Li and Grandpa Village Chief searched all over and only found these," Ya Ya answered crisply.

Cheng Huaisong chuckled to himself, thinking that Jianguo had inherited some of his gourmet genes; he could even distinguish wild vegetables from wild boar.