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

Before long, students from Class 2(3) of Hongye Elementary School, their parents, and neighbors from the surrounding area flocked into the small shop, filling the small storefront to capacity.

There weren't enough seats, so people would lean against the worktables to chat.

The work area of ​​a typical snack shop is always a bit greasy and smelly, so customers don't tend to get close. But the counter at Huaya's shop feels cleaner than my own. I heard that Boss Cao wipes it down every morning, and his son does it too. And then the young girl with two lines on her sleeves wipes it down again.

With three people maintaining one table, how could it not be clean?

"Hey Boss Cao, why don't you expand your flower bud shop a bit? It's always packed with people, and everything is in short supply. And when will you bring back the wild vegetables? I really miss the old days when Boss Cao and his little boss set up a stall, and we had fresh wild vegetables every day."

Wang Guifen chimed in with a laugh, "Oh, what's the rush? Boss Cao and his son have only been at the new store for a short time. Once they've made some more money and the business is more stable, they'll definitely consider expanding. We'll eat whatever good stuff like mountain delicacies, river shrimp, and wild vegetables are available."

These good ingredients aren't something you can come across every day. If you had them every day, would they still taste the same? You have to maintain the quality.

Rules must be established for a path to go far.

Several regular customers nearby were taken aback: "Sister Wang, why does that sound so familiar?"

Wang Guifen grinned and gave a mysterious smile.

Having just finished scooping out a pot of noodles, Zhao Haohao made a delicate gesture with his fingertips, reciting in a drawn-out tone, "It's a bit slow, but it doesn't cause heartburn!" (This is a traditional Chinese opera gesture.)

"Hahahaha, it doesn't cause heartburn!" The whole room burst into laughter.

"Oh my, these short drama tropes are really addictive lately!" an auntie laughed. "When they first came out, they seemed fresh and interesting, like harvesting apples before a heavy snowfall, or the real and fake young masters and heiresses. But after watching them a lot, I realized they're all just templates. I can recite them by heart."

The aunt cleared her throat as she spoke: "Grading, pre-cooling, warehousing, logistics—I'll handle it all. Twenty refrigerated trucks are already on their way. The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fruit!"

"Absolutely, it's so brainwashing," another old man chimed in. "My grandson dawdles when doing his homework, and when I urge him, he just says, 'It may be a little slow, but it doesn't bother me.'"

"What exactly is heartburn? What foods cause heartburn if they don't?"

……

Upstairs, Ya Ya, Xie Yuan, and Zhou Zihan's study group were still engrossed in their lessons.

Today, Xie Yuan reviewed the six simple vowels that Ya Ya had already learned, and also taught her four new consonants: b, p, m, and f.

"Pop—"

Xie Yuan demonstrated to Ya Ya: "Pout your little mouth, close it tightly, and then gently exhale."

"Pop~" Ya Ya earnestly imitated Xie Yuan's lip movements.

Seeing that Ya Ya could pronounce it correctly, Xie Yuan took out a card, "Repeat after me, listen to the radio, boo bo bo!"

Ya Ya: "Mwah!"

"The beginnings of 'p' and 'b' are exactly the same, but you have to use force to spray the air out."

"Is 'po' the same as 'hillside'?" Ya Ya repeated, pronouncing "po" with a strong and clear voice.

"Yes, and then this 'f', it should be like this, with your upper teeth touching your lower lip, and the air coming out from the gap between your teeth and lips." As she spoke, Xie Yuan pouted her upper lip to make it easier for Ya Ya to see, revealing her two front teeth, and the air whistled out from the gap between her teeth.

"Hahahaha, Xie Yuan, you look like a buck-toothed rabbit!" Zhou Zihan grinned from the side, making a peace sign with both hands above her head.

"Really!" Ya Ya also pouted her upper lip, exhaled, and held her hands high above her head.

The originally orderly little classroom suddenly went off-topic, with the three little ones making a ruckus, blowing on each other and making faces. The sounds of blowing and spitting filled the room, like a lively little pond on a summer night.

After the shop was almost sold out, Cao Xiulian put the mantis shrimp into the empty steamer.

I had just put it down when I saw someone squatting by the door.

"Oh my god? Ya Ya's uncle? What brings you here? Come in and have a seat."

She quickly closed the steamer lid, wiped her hands, and came out from the worktable.

This uncle is quite mysterious. I see him every day he comes to the shop, but I've never been able to get to know him. Now that she has a chance and doesn't have much to do, Cao Xiulian chats with Jie Chi, who is disguised as Zhao Hu, in a casual way.

"Hey, Uncle, what are you busy with all day? You just drop Ya Ya off and then disappear. Where are you setting up your stall? What are you selling? Is business good? Do you need us to recommend some people to you? Ya Ya said your village is doing better now and they're building roads. How's the road construction going? It hasn't rained in a long time, and the vegetables in my mom's village are all wilting. Does it rain in your mountain village?"

I've heard that even in the same place, just a few steps away, the weather can be completely different. When I was a child, I would go into the mountains, and while it was sunny outside, it would pour rain in the valley below…

Cao Xiulian bombarded Jie Chi with a barrage of questions, leaving him completely bewildered. He wished he could use his spiritual power to shut Cao Xiulian up.

But He couldn't do that, so He could only mumble and give vague responses.

"Hmm, it's alright, no need. The road... is under construction."

As soon as Ya Ya came downstairs, she saw "Uncle Zhao" and her aunt squatting at the shop entrance talking. Her eyes lit up, "Duck—"

She only managed to utter one word before hurriedly covering her mouth and spitting twice, before finally speaking again: "Uncle Zhao! Are we going to the supermarket now?"

Cao Xiulian looked up. "Oh, you guys went to the supermarket so early?"

"Yes, Auntie, do you want to come with us? We found a huge, amazing farmers market! There are so many delicious things inside! I even filmed it to show the villagers. Grandpa Fang wrote a list, and we're going to buy lots of things today!"

"Auntie won't be going. There's still some food left at the shop, including mantis shrimp, which they just started steaming. Why don't you guys try some before you go?"

"Mom! Can I have some mantis shrimp?" Zhao Haohao raised his hand.

"Yes, we have both. We steamed two. Grandma Wang bought the big ones, so everyone can have a little. Oh, by the way, is anyone allergic to seafood? Those who can't eat it shouldn't be greedy."

Cao Xiulian stared at a pile of small radish heads in the shop.

"No, we can all eat it, thank you Aunt Cao!" Little Fatty patted his belly.