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

"Of course." Chen Lei readily agreed, took Ya Ya's phone, dialed his number on her phone to save it as a contact, and then turned on the Bluetooth on Ya Ya's phone to transfer the video.

The video was uploaded in no time.

Chen Lei opened the contact page and showed it to Ya Ya: "I've saved my number on your phone. If you need to contact me, you can click on this name, then click on the number and press the green button to contact me."

Ya Ya took the phone, looked at the four words on it, and said, "Manager... Youyou, I've got it!"

Chen Lei sighed, "Good grief, you only recognize half of the characters you don't know, huh?"

"It's Uncle Manager, the character for 'uncle' is the same as the character for 'uncle'."

Right, Chen Lei suddenly remembered that he had only given her one copy of "King of Literacy". There are four books in this series, and at the time, only that one was left. It seems that Ya Ya is learning quite quickly. She even knows the characters for "shopkeeper". He would have to go find the remaining books in this series tomorrow.

"Okay, Uncle Manager, I got it." Ya Ya was a little embarrassed. She still didn't know enough characters and needed to read more books and practice writing.

She put her phone in her pocket, pushed the cart, and since it was still early, she wanted to take a stroll around the commercial center.

As for Sister He Miao, there's no rush. We'll bring the shoes together in a few days after everyone has finished making them, and then I'll call her.

After saying goodbye to the shop manager, Ya Ya pushed her stroller to the commercial city.

He quietly put the mini entrenching tool and the bulky little cup into his spatial storage before carrying the trolley up the stairs.

Seeing the constantly moving escalator again, Ya Ya still felt a chill in her heart. The rapidly rolling steps rushed out from under her feet and moved upwards, lifting her up, which made her feel uneasy.

He gripped the handle of the stroller tightly, tentatively stretched out his foot, and then quickly pulled it back.

After hesitating for a while, Ya Ya looked at the black handrail next to her, slowly touched it with her little hand, and her body was suddenly pulled forward by the handrail.

Oh no! Ya Ya closed her eyes in fear as she watched the escalator panels getting closer and closer.

"Hey kid, stop playing on the escalator. Where are your parents?" A casual voice rang out behind Ya Ya. Ya Ya felt her hood being lifted and then she was suddenly moved to the side.

Ya Ya was completely dazed, her heart pounding, and she didn't come to her senses for a long time.

Her small mouth was pursed into a thin line, her eyes were red, and her head was lowered.

Cheng You saw the little bean sprout she had just brought out standing there with its head down, not saying a word, and scratched her hair in frustration, saying that kids are the most troublesome thing.

She frowned and pulled the child a little further away before looking down. The child looked to be only three years old. How did he end up here all by himself? If something happened, the commercial city would be held responsible.

Seeing the little one's eyes brimming with tears, threatening to spill over, and her lips trembling as if she were about to burst into sobs, Cheng You was instantly at a loss: "Wait, why are you crying? Don't cry! Oh my god, whose child is this? Did she fall? Where does it hurt?"

Ya Ya sniffed hard, rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, then shook her head and whispered, "I didn't fall, thank you, sister. I would have fallen if you hadn't helped me."

She was just afraid—afraid that she would fall and not be able to get back, afraid that not being able to get back would make her mother-in-law and the others worry.

Ya Ya tilted her little head up and looked at the tall and slender older sister in front of her. Why did this older sister have such dark circles under her eyes, as if she had been punched twice?

Her eyelids were shiny.

My pants have so many holes in them. Even when I'm starving, my pants don't have this many holes.

"As long as you didn't fall, that's good." Cheng You breathed a sigh of relief.

"You want to go up to the second floor?"

Ya Ya nodded her little head vigorously. The wind outside blew into the hall. Cheng You rubbed her hands together. Looking at the little devil, she didn't seem lost. Her parents were probably upstairs. She decided to take her up.

She picked up Ya Ya's little stroller with one hand, which was rattling and jingling as she put it inside, and held Ya Ya's hand with the other: "Don't move around, I'll take you upstairs."

"Okay, I promise I won't move around." Ya Ya let her older sister lead her.

The two stood on the escalator, and Ya Ya was carried up by Cheng You.

The escalator ascended steadily. Ya Ya looked at her sister's pants, and after trying to hold it in, she couldn't help but say, "Sister, your pants have so many holes, aren't you cold? You helped me earlier, can I buy you a pair of pants without the holes? There are lots of pretty fabrics in the shops on the second floor!"

Cheng You was taken aback, then couldn't help but burst out laughing: "What do you know? This is called fashion, high street. These pants of mine are very expensive."

"But it's really cold in the wind, and your knees are all red."

"Don't worry about the little one, your sister is perfectly healthy, she's not famous at all."

"Okay... Sister, you really don't need me to buy you pants? I have money, lots of money."

"No, I have money too."

The escalator had already smoothly reached the second floor as the two children, one big and one small, were having their childish conversation. Cheng You carried the stroller and the child to a flat area a little away from the escalator before patting Ya Ya's head. "Go find your family. I'm leaving now. Remember, you must be accompanied by an adult when riding an escalator, okay?"

Ya Ya nodded obediently, her eyes crinkling sweetly: "Thank you so much, sister! I'll remember, thank you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her gaze involuntarily drifted back to Cheng You's pants, and she opened her mouth as if she was about to start muttering again.

Seeing her expression, Cheng You was afraid that she would still talk about her pants, so she quickly turned around and stepped onto the escalator going down.

Watching her older sister flee in a somewhat panicked manner, Ya Ya silently turned around and gently pushed her little cart towards the bright corridor on the second floor.

Neatly arranged along both sides of the corridor were rows of beautiful and bright shops, where Ya Ya was overwhelmed by the soft and thick cotton quilts and exquisitely patterned four-piece bedding sets.

As Ya Ya walked, she discovered that there was more than one road here, and the place was very, very big.

She pushed the stroller, looking left and right with curiosity, exploring as she went.

When she reached the end of a small corridor, Ya Ya suddenly stopped, her big, round eyes widening instantly, her face filled with disbelief and shock.

There's a colorful mountain here!

A mountain made of layers upon layers of colorful and varied scraps of fabric, reaching a ceiling that almost touches your head.

Several young women and aunties were gathered around the mountainside, carefully selecting fabrics and occasionally pulling them out from the mountainside to examine them closely.

Next to it stood a simple sign with a line of large characters clearly written on it—

Fabric processing, four pieces for ten yuan.