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

Ya Ya happily swung her little feet and ate two pieces of stinky tofu before stopping the little skewer in her hand.

She returned to the stinky tofu stall with her small bowl in hand: "Sister, I've tried it and it's delicious! Could you please add chili to the rest? I'd like to buy thirty more servings!"

"You bought so much? Wait a moment, let me put it all in your cart for you, okay? I'll put less soup in so it doesn't spill." The stall owner said kindly, glancing at Ya Ya's cart.

"Okay! Thank you, sister."

After paying, Ya Ya sat down quietly and waited.

"Grandma Duck, I want the villagers to try the stinky tofu, so you can only eat a maximum of... three bowls!" Ya Ya discussed with Jie Chi.

"How could I possibly covet your food? Three bowls it is, but you can't skimp on those twenty lousy squids!" Jie Chi was a little annoyed. Why was this brat being treated like a thief?

Ya Ya didn't say anything more.

Grandma Duck is too greedy. She ate all the drinks that Sister He Miao bought earlier. Many people in the village have never even tasted them. Not to mention, she's afraid that Grandma Duck will eat them all again.

I have no idea how such a small gecko can eat so much stuff.

While waiting, Ya Ya's gaze swept across the alley of night market stalls, where colorful, brightly lit signs stood side by side, creating a lively scene.

There were snail rice noodles, fish balls, roasted pork belly, cheese kimchi, pork belly... and so many other things. Customers came and went in an endless stream, but I didn't see any stalls selling oilfish.

Ya Ya recognizes both the characters for "oilfish" and "oilfish" perfectly; she wouldn't miss them.

Not long after, the stall owner reminded him, "Little friend, you've packed everything up. I also gave you five extra slices of non-spicy food, which I've put in a small bowl as well."

The stall owner patted the lid of her cart as she spoke.

Ya Ya's face lit up with surprise, her eyes widening slightly. "Oh, thank you, sister! You're so kind! I wish you lots of money every day!"

Inside the space, the Boundary Dragon had already begun to lift the lid of a bowl of stinky tofu, scoop up a piece, and start munching away.

After thanking the stall owner, Ya Ya pushed her cart further inside.

As I passed a stall selling snail rice noodles, a strange, sour smell wafted over me. It wasn't the same as the smell of stinky tofu, but it was still a bit odd, strangely smelly.

This stall is also doing very well. There are several small stoves with open flames on the stall, and steaming hot food is being cooked in large earthenware bowls. Many people are sitting at the small tables, slurping their food with great relish.

Could snail rice noodles be the same as the snail rice noodles that Grandma Duck was talking about?

It's just missing one unfamiliar character.

After hesitating for a moment, Ya Ya pushed her stroller forward and asked, "Hello, Uncle, where can I buy snail rice noodles?"

The owner paused, then walked around to his signboard with some suspicion. The signboard was lit up; wasn't this just snail rice noodles...?

"I sell snail rice noodles here," the shopkeeper said patiently, bending down as he looked at the little child who barely reached his thigh.

"So this character is pronounced 'si'?" Ya Ya suddenly realized.

When I remember my grandfather teaching me to read, the character for "silk" had a long horizontal stroke at the bottom. But the character on the signboard had more complex strokes and looked different.

Once she found the right place, Ya Ya wasn't in a hurry anymore. She took a closer look at the bowls of the people next to her. The rice noodles were clearly separated, and some people had other food in their bowls, which were a dark yellow color and looked like swollen, pickled claws.

Each person's bowl was covered with a thick layer of red oil, which looked extremely spicy.

"Uncle, I want thirty portions. Put them in here to take away, thank you, Uncle." After confirming with Grandma Duck in her mind that this was what she wanted to eat, Ya Ya turned to the shopkeeper and said.

The shop owner looked the cart up and down, then asked with concern, "Can you move all this?"

"I can push it, I'm very strong!"

"Okay," the shopkeeper pointed to the side, "just scan the code to pay over there. I'll give you a smaller portion of soup so you don't spill it when you push the cart."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle."

After packing up thirty servings, the snail rice noodle shop owner thought for a moment, then took another plastic bag, filled it with a separate bag of broth, and tied it tightly: "I've packed an extra bag of broth, which is made from chicken bones, pork bones, and snail meat. If you find it too dry, you can have the adults add more broth themselves."

"Thank you so much, Uncle. You're so kind." Ya Ya thanked the kind shopkeeper again before pushing her stroller away.

Now all that's missing is the big oilfish.

Ya Ya walked and looked around, and along the way she bought various snacks such as takoyaki, grilled oysters, juicy fried pork belly, and crispy pork belly.

Jie Chi was overjoyed as he looked at the ever-increasing variety of delicious food in his space.

"Oilfish, oilfish..." Ya Ya muttered softly, remembering the last thing she wanted to eat. Finally, she found it at a stall with a blue sign.

However, it seems the character isn't the "oil" I was thinking of...

The vendor was holding up several skewers of marinated raw squid, which he slapped onto the scorching hot iron plate. Similar to the hot beef he had seen earlier, they sizzled and crackled as they were placed on the plate, and flames shot up half a foot high.

The rich aroma of oil mixed with umami wafts over, making one's mouth water.

Ya Ya only dared to be completely sure after looking at its shape and smelling the familiar scent.

Looking up at the words on the sign again, Ya Ya belatedly realized that the same pronunciation could correspond to different words, just like the snail rice noodles from earlier.

After buying forty skewers of giant squid in one go, Ya Ya's food shopping spree finally came to an end.

After reminding Grandma Duck again not to eat it all, Ya Ya turned around and walked towards the commercial city.

The pile of scraps of cloth that had been brought back earlier had been skillfully crafted by Aunt Chuntao and Grandma Wang into all sorts of colorful little trousers, which were then distributed to the villagers.

We bought a pair of underwear at the morning market, but each of us only had one pair, not enough to exchange. Luckily, we had some fabric, so we made them all into patterned underwear.

We still have time today, so we can buy some more. This time, she'll definitely be able to ride the escalator by herself!

Aunt Chuntao said that it's best to choose a large piece of fabric so that a complete outfit can be made.

Ya Ya had other ideas in mind. She had never seen anyone here wearing their clothes, and she rarely saw anyone wearing pretty dresses.

She wanted Aunt Chuntao to make a beautiful dress for Sister He Miao and her aunt, like a jacket embroidered with flowers and a pleated skirt that would flutter as she walked.

They would look great in them!