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

Everyone in the room stared in disbelief.

Grandma Liu was the first to react. She reached out and gently touched it, then quickly withdrew her hand, as if afraid of smudging the color.

"Wow, this color is so bright! It's such a vibrant yellow, so eye-catching... I've never even seen fabric dyed this well, let alone worn it!"

Zhao Hu stared at the round, blue-eyed things with three black hairs on top of them, and the flat, orange-yellow duckbill shapes on his pants, and the sweat on his forehead poured even more heavily.

Ya Ya's eyes sparkled as she held up the pants in one hand and waved to Zhao Hu with the other, "Uncle Zhao, these little duck pants will look great on you, try them on!"

Zhao Hu reluctantly accepted the pants. The trousers were short and the waistband was tiny, obviously ridiculously small.

But the texture is surprisingly good; it's soft, chewy, and fluffy, which is really comfortable.

What did Ya Ya say again? Five yuan.

Such a soft material, a bright yellow color, and it's only five yuan?

He examined the pants from all angles, but the waistband was too small, so he didn't need to try them on and thus escaped a disaster.

I can also alter pants for the kids later; they're lively, so I'll have a few extra pairs to change into.

"Ya Ya, these pants are too small, Uncle can't wear them. Why don't you let Grandpa Village Chief or Grandpa Fang try them on?"

"It won't be small! It can be stretched big!" Ya Ya said immediately and seriously.

Zhao Hu was half-believing and half-doubting, then gently tugged—

The waistband of the pants was actually elastic; it stretched open with a single pull, just like the rubber band that Ya Ya had brought back before.

He loosened his grip, then swiftly pulled it back.

Hey!

Can you do this?

The village chief and Grandpa Fang each took a pair, holding their hands on the waistbands, opening and closing them, finding it all quite novel.

Grandma Liu urged from the side, "Go try it on, Tiger, see if it fits!"

Everyone else is fine, but Tiger is big, so if these don't fit properly, we can use the extra fabric to add to Tiger's pants when we alter them for Xiaodouzi and Xiaoshuanzi.

Zhao Hu, clutching his pants, dawdled and slowly made his way into the kitchen.

When he came out again, he was wearing a blue quilted round-necked jacket with small white floral patterns and bright yellow coral fleece pants printed with little ducks. He stood there shyly, like a bashful young wife.

"Wow! It looks so good!" Ya Ya clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Yellow and blue together, so bright and cheerful!"

"It's just a bit short..."

Zhao Hu also felt a chill on his ankles.

After all, these were women's loungewear pants on clearance. Other grandparents were not very tall and wore similar length pants, but Zhao Hu was tall and big, so when he wore them, a section of his hairy calves was exposed.

Ya Ya saw this and silently made a mental note that she would find a longer pair of pants for Uncle Zhao next time.

Zhao Hu was both amused and exasperated. The bright colors and small floral patterns paired with the little ducks looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.

But this was a token of Ya Ya's affection, and the child was looking at it longingly; how could he possibly refuse?

He had hoped to get away with it by saying the waistband was too small, but who knew that the waistband could magically change size? He had no choice but to put it on anyway, feeling so embarrassed that he just wanted to crawl into a hole.

Grandma Liu watched and smiled. She knew all too well how awkward Zhao Hu was, but she didn't say anything. As long as her daughter was happy, that was all that mattered. Besides, Lotus Village only had so much land and so few people. Hu Zi would get used to it after wearing it a few more times.

They're all top-quality materials.

Thinking about it, she also picked up a pair of purple floral cotton pants and went to the kitchen.

These stretchy pants are so comfortable to wear. Just slip your feet in, pull them up, and they're firmly on your waist. No need for a belt, they won't fall down no matter how you walk.

"Oh my, this is so warm! No wind can get in, and it's so cozy against my legs!"

Grandma Liu was overjoyed; she really liked the trousers, and paired with her coat, the colorful outfit looked festive.

I slept soundly all night, and the rain stopped.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Zhao Hu got up, ate a quick bite, and went up the mountain.

Aunt Lin tiptoed into the house with Granny Liu.

The fermented black beans and ginger that Ya Ya brought back weren't put in the cellar last night, so Aunt Lin can take them now and see how to cook them.

The villagers all sleep well and get up early. There was a gurgling sound of people rinsing their mouths outside the door. Everyone habitually walked quietly, afraid of disturbing Ya Ya.

"These long, purple fruits are quite novel. They say that if you stir-fry them with meat, you can taste the meat flavor."

Aunt Lin held an eggplant in her left hand and a persimmon in her right, looking at them from left to right, wondering if the peels of these two things were edible.

Grandpa Li and Grandpa Liu helped carry the rice and flour to the cellar.

Outside, the village chief and Fang Tiesheng were both wearing new cotton-padded trousers. At a glance, the two of them were covered in floral prints from head to toe, soft, thick, and warm.

In the past, they wore coarse linen clothes, but now they are covered in small flowers, looking fresh and with a touch of naivety.

"Village chief, is Granny Li all better now?"

Someone asked.

"Alright, alright, the old woman wants to come over, I'll tell her to go back inside and lie down, so she doesn't catch a cold~" the village chief replied cheerfully.

This time, his hands weren't in his pockets, but he noticed there were pockets on his cotton trousers. He lifted his shirt, put his hands in the pockets, and straightened his back perfectly.

Everyone gathered around and watched for a while, finding it quite unusual.

But this time I wasn't envious. Looking at the village chief and his friends with their noses practically in the sky, I knew that once Nannan got up, everyone would get one too.

The once empty cellar gradually took on a solid and prosperous appearance as Ya Ya filled it up like ants carrying food. Four bags of fine rice were neatly piled together, along with four boxes of noodles, about ten steamed egg cakes, more than fifty sausages, braised pork, fresh meat, salt, oil, a round red fruit, a pile of ginger, a small packet of spices, and a bucket of fermented black beans.

The bucket containing the fermented black beans is transparent with a small lid and a yellow handle; it looks quite exquisite.

Aunt Lin stood guard in front of the stove, the pot was smoking slightly, she threw in two slices of ginger, and only put in the tip of one star anise.

These spices are very expensive, and I'm afraid of wasting them on a new dish, so I can only use a tiny bit.

But even from just that little bit, the aroma burst forth in an instant.

She then poured in the sliced ​​meat, flipped it with the spatula, and oil splattered everywhere, turning the red meat white in the blink of an eye.

Then push the fragrant stir-fried meat slices to the side of the wok, and pour in the chopped eggplant pieces.

These purple fruits soften and wilt when exposed to hot oil.

"This fruit is strange, but it does have a fragrance," Aunt Lin muttered to herself, her wrists moving constantly.

The red berries were stir-fried with eggs; when you cut them open, the juices overflowed, carrying a refreshing aroma you'd never smelled before.

Beat the eggs and fry them in a pan until they are light yellow and fluffy. Then add the hawthorn berries with their skins on. The juices immediately melt into the hawthorn berries, creating a beautiful contrast of bright red and yellow. The two colors together are surprisingly attractive.

Soon, two unfamiliar yet alluring aromas mingled and wafted from the stove throughout the yard.