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

The aroma was like the rich flavor of chicken soup, yet it was even more intense than ordinary farmhouse chicken soup, carrying an indescribably tempting taste. It resembled chicken soup but wasn't quite pure chicken soup, yet it was so delicious that it made one's mouth water.

Everyone looked up and saw Ji Chuntao holding a small bowl that was steaming hot. She gently placed it in front of Ya Ya, and the enticing aroma was coming from the small bowl.

Ya Ya sat on the chair, swinging her little feet, and looked into the bowl.

The broth was a rich, golden glaze, soaking the soft noodles. The noodles were strange too; each one was curled and twisted, unlike the regular dried noodles they ate or the hand-pulled noodles they used to make. They looked quite novel.

The surface was sprinkled with bits of green, white, and red, and steam rose up, filling the air with a rich aroma of soup.

Ya Ya picked up her chopsticks, carefully picked up a small handful of curly noodles, blew on them to cool them down, and took a small bite.

The next second, his eyes lit up and his legs swayed even more.

Without saying a word, he just buried his head and ate with gusto, blowing on the food as he ate.

Ji Chuntao's anxious heart finally settled down. Just by looking at Nannan, she knew that it was delicious and that she loved it.

She didn't know how long to soak the dough. The pancake she took out was hard as a rock and rolled into a ball. She found it strange and was afraid that it hadn't been soaked long enough or had become mushy.

So I simply cooked it my own way, and even made a poached egg.

She couldn't tell the difference between the colorful sauce packets and vegetable packets in the packaging, so she asked Uncle Tiesheng before she could just throw them all in like in the picture.

This instant noodle is amazing. Once you squeeze in the seasoning packet and stir it, the water in the pot is transformed as if by magic, instantly becoming fragrant and delicious. The soup is also incredibly rich and tempting, milky white with a layer of golden butter floating on top, which amazes even herself.

The commotion had already drawn everyone's attention, and they all craned their necks to look into Ya Ya's bowl.

What delicious food did you feed our little girl that made her so happy?

Da Niu, in particular, had his eyes practically glued to the bowl, and couldn't help but ask, "Nannan, what is this? It smells so good!"

Zhao Hu also came over, looking curious.

While slurping her noodles, Ya Ya mumbled, "This is called instant noodles, chicken soup instant noodles..."

After thinking for a moment, she took out a package from her spatial storage and held it up to show everyone. "I gave several packages to Aunt Chuntao. I cooked them all, so everyone can have some to eat."

Zhao Hu suddenly turned his head to look at Ji Chuntao, and the village chief also unconsciously glanced at the stove.

Ji Chuntao smiled and replied, "Yes, yes, there's water boiling in the pot, it'll be served in a bit."

Upon hearing this, the once fragrant porridge on the table suddenly lost its aroma.

Da Niu held the bowl of porridge, his heart pounding like a cat's claws. He subconsciously gulped down the porridge in a few mouthfuls and waited expectantly.

Xinghua chuckled to herself, thinking, "That silly Da Niu, he won't even have porridge to eat, let alone noodles."

Grandma Liu couldn't help but swallow hard; the taste was so tempting, and there was a little guy slurping away beside her.

Before long, a large bowl of steaming instant noodles was served. Everyone ate the porridge, emptied their bowls, and placed them next to the large bowl.

Ji Chuntao took a pair of chopsticks and divided the noodles into small bowls one by one, then ladled in a few spoonfuls of golden soup.

Ya Ya had already finished her bowl of soup and was happily sipping it. After finishing, she let out a long sigh of relief, her little face slightly flushed. She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her tummy, and said, "So delicious!"

After the noodles were distributed, everyone took back their bowls. Ji Chuntao also took a bowl. No one had time to chat anymore; everyone was burying their heads and slurping their noodles.

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The broth is rich and flavorful, the noodles are soft and smooth, and every bite leaves a lingering fragrance in your mouth.

Apricot Blossom and Doctor Chen, amidst the enticing aroma of noodles filling the courtyard, slowly sipped their sweet and smooth elm seed porridge.

Only Da Niu, staring at his clean bowl and the remaining pickled vegetables on the table, looked utterly dejected. At that moment, he envied Gou Ya, who was hiding in the house; at least she couldn't see or smell the food and wouldn't be tempted, unlike him now, who was practically being tortured alone.

"Dr. Chen, Xinghua, I'll cook some instant noodles for you tomorrow too. Cook these noodles a little longer so they'll be softer and easier to eat. I'll also add some minced meat," Ji Chuntao said softly to Xinghua and the other woman.

Dr. Chen nodded gently. His digestive system had recovered enough that he could eat some food.

Upon hearing this, Da Niu grinned, showing his teeth, and exclaimed, "Finally, we can eat meat!"

"You can't eat this. Tomorrow you can have a bowl of steamed egg custard." Doctor Chen's face turned serious as he said this.

Da Niu immediately stopped chuckling. "Why? We came back together, and I'm perfectly healthy!"

"You're still injured. It'll be a few days before you can go back to work."

Xinghua smiled, her eyes crinkling. "People only care about things when they have the means. That's a good thing."

If there are no other options, regardless of injury, hunger, or stomach problems, as long as one can stay alive, one will eat dirt.

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The aroma of instant noodles was so strong that even after everyone had washed and cleaned the dishes, the courtyard was still filled with the rich aroma of chicken soup, which lingered for a long time.

After lunch and a short rest, everyone went back to their own work.

Grandpa Liu and the others brought out wooden basins and squatted in the corner of the yard to start washing the snails.

The snails were caught from the clear mountain stream behind the mountain and didn't need to be soaked for long.

One by one, the plump, black snails were poured into the water used to rinse the rice earlier, and then rubbed and washed repeatedly with their hands to remove the moss and slimy mucus from the shells. After rinsing them with clean water, they were soaked for about half an hour.

Then, using stones, I knocked off the snail tails one by one, rinsed them again, drained them, and they were ready to be cooked.

Weighing it on an old steelyard, it was heavy, weighing about twenty pounds.

Ji Chuntao set up a large pot to stir-fry snails.

Zhao Hu helped by adding firewood to the stove, and the flames suddenly leaped up, licking the bottom of the pot and burning red-hot.

The iron shovel clashed against the iron pot, producing a crisp clanging sound. Ji Chuntao's wrists flew, and a large pot of mountain snails tumbled up and down in the pot. The shiny black snail shells were coated with oil, making them even more lustrous.

The people around weren't idle either; some handed out salt, others spices, chatting amongst themselves, busy but not chaotic.

Before long, a rich aroma, accompanied by steam, wafted out. The fragrance of oil and soy sauce, along with the freshness of the snail meat itself, filled the entire yard, finally completely masking the aroma of the instant noodles.