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

He Miao's heart softened when she heard that crisp cry, and she bent down and opened her arms to Ya Ya.

Ya Ya's eyes lit up, and she let go of the stroller and buried herself in her arms. Sister He Miao smelled so good!

He Miao raised her hand and gently rubbed the top of Ya Ya's head.

Today, Ya Ya styled her hair into a cute little bun, with her soft hair twisted into a small dumpling and tied with a small cherry scrunchie, making her look exceptionally energetic and adorable.

"Slow down, don't lunge like that next time, you'll fall." He Miao gently reminded her. She didn't expect the little guy to be so enthusiastic, rushing over like a little cannonball.

Ya Ya raised her little face, her eyes sparkling, and pointed to the stroller behind her: "Sister He Miao, I brought the contract! All the uncles, aunts, and grandmas in the village put their fingerprints on it, and Grandpa Fang even signed it!"

And also, Sister Gouya wove so many little hats, and Grandma wove several little baskets, round and square, and they're all filled inside!

He Miao's gaze fell on Ya Ya's stroller, and she was somewhat shocked.

You finished it all in one day?

She thought this was just about the contract, but now that she wants to see the goods, she needs to find a place to sit.

He Miao glanced at the small box beside her, then at Ya Ya's stroller, and decided to go to KFC. It was close by, and the kids would get something to eat there; children love that.

The two arrived at KFC, which was warm and cozy with soft lighting.

After helping Ya Ya sit down in the booth, He Miao leaned down and asked her, "Are you hungry? Would you like something else? Fries? Chicken nuggets? Mini egg tarts?"

Ya Ya rubbed her stomach. She had drunk a big bowl of meat porridge and a glass of milk in the morning, and also tasted some stir-fried meat slices. Her stomach was really full, so she gently shook her head and said, "No, I'm not hungry."

He Miao then took four small egg tarts and a cup of iced cola.

A small object was placed in front of Ya Ya. Ya Ya stared at the yellow object wrapped in a small silver bowl. The middle layer was shiny. She tilted her head and smelled an eggy aroma. Was it made of eggs?

Ya Ya didn't know what this was or how to eat it. She was thinking of watching He Miao eat it and learning from her. Just then, she saw He Miao bend down, pull over the trolley, and open the lid of the small black box.

The box lid was opened, and on the top shelf was the contract. He Miao picked it up, unfolded it, and her eyes widened suddenly, her hand pausing.

The monthly shipment count filled in above clearly states 1000 pieces, even in very precise traditional Chinese characters.

one thousand!

It was more than double the five hundred she had expected!

It's just the shoes; the hat also has a note saying that further discussions will take place after inspection.

Lotus Village...

Is this the name of Ya Ya Village? He Miao thought for a moment, but didn't seem to remember it. However, even in villages on the outskirts of towns these days, apart from the villagers themselves, few people pay attention to the name. He glanced at it and then moved on.

She had originally planned that with limited manpower in the village, it would be excellent if she could secure 500 pieces. This unexpected surprise made her palms slightly sweaty.

I quickly took a big gulp of ice-cold cola.

She continued flipping through the pages and saw two small straw baskets, which were also the cat beds she wanted.

One was upside down, and the other was placed upright, seemingly to prevent the contents inside from being crushed.

She lifted the top of the round cat bed that was upside down and saw that it was full of little hats.

A refreshing scent of grass filled my nostrils.

He Miao reached out and gently ruffled the fabric. Each tiny hat was woven extremely tightly, without the slightest looseness. The smallest was no bigger than a fingernail. When you picked it up, you could see that despite its small size, the weave was still meticulous and fine, not something that had been carelessly done.

The larger ones are only about the size of a fist, and they have hats ranging from three-point to twelve-point sizes.

Some even have delicate little grass flowers adorning them, making them exquisite and adorable.

The knitting techniques on the larger cat hats seem to be slightly different, making them look like they weren't made by the same person.

It seems the village already had a division of labor.

Regardless of the weaving technique, all the hats and cat beds were tightly and evenly woven, with clean and neat edges. The weaving skills far exceeded her expectations, showing that she had put a lot of thought into them.

Perhaps because they were in a hurry to show her the samples, some of them were woven from freshly picked grass leaves, which were green and bright, a rare and refreshing color.

This bright green color looks nice, but it doesn't last long. Without special treatment, the grass leaves dry out and wither, and the color quickly darkens and turns yellow, making the quality unstable and difficult to control.

But the craftsmanship is truly excellent, solid and skillful, exuding a rustic and spiritual charm from the mountains.

Fortunately, she had all the necessary items with her.

He Miao looked at the small suitcase she had brought, which contained softener, color fixative, and mildew inhibitor.

As long as quality control remains stable, these unassuming little straw hats will definitely become hot commodities, and this business has a bright future.

He Miao took out her seal and stamped it on the contract, making two copies. She kept one copy for herself and put the other copy back in the box on the trolley.

I asked the shop assistant for a large takeout bag and put the little straw hat and cat bed that Ya Ya had brought into the bag before I started eating.

The little egg tart in front of Ya Ya hadn't been touched, so it seemed the little one wasn't hungry at all.

Thinking it over, He Miao picked up an egg tart from the small foil bowl and took a big bite. Egg tarts don't taste good when they get cold.

Ya Ya stared at He Miao's movements. So this is how it's supposed to be eaten. The part in the middle that her sister had taken a bite of looked soft and chewy like steamed egg custard, and it looked delicious.

Even though Ya Ya's stomach was full, the aroma of the egg tart kept tantalizing her, and she finally couldn't resist imitating He Miao. She carefully took out the egg tart and gently bit a small piece along the edge.

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The golden-brown edges were surprisingly crispy!

It's actually crispy!

The inside is incredibly soft, even more delicate and smooth than steamed egg custard, yet not as sticky as porridge.

The taste is unique and wonderful; it's hard to describe, but you'll fall in love with it at first bite.

Ya Ya's eyes lit up instantly, and she took another small bite.

Seeing that she liked it but couldn't finish it, He Miao secretly thought, "Should I buy some semi-finished products for Ya Ya next time so she can heat them up and eat them? Or should I buy an air fryer for Ya Ya?"

An air fryer is a great thing; you can put anything in it to fry. For a while, she really enjoyed frying things in the air fryer.

Or a small oven?

Thinking of this, He Miao casually asked, "Ya Ya, do you have a refrigerator at home?"

Ya Ya was taken aback. "What's a refrigerator? Is it a box for storing ice? We don't have one, there aren't any in the village."

He Miao was also taken aback. Without a refrigerator, she would have to be more careful when buying things in the future, so they wouldn't spoil.

He then explained the uses of a refrigerator to Ya Ya with a smile. Ya Ya listened attentively and silently memorized this new word.

A box that can store food; the inside of the box is icy cold; it needs to be plugged in; it can also freeze ice cubes.

It sounds a bit like the space that Grandma Duck gives herself.