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

"Huh, why are there so many people here today?" As soon as Ya Ya arrived, she saw that a table was already surrounded by people in the store.

"The little boss is here! Oh my, so many big barrels!" Wang Guifen's eyes lit up when she saw the small figure at the door.

The fake Zhao Hu, controlled by Jie Chi, silently nodded to the people in the store and limped into the store to carry buckets.

Wang Guifen stared at the simple, lean man carrying buckets with a limp, patted her youngest son on the shoulder, and hurriedly went to the door: "Young boss, is this your uncle? No wonder he doesn't come often, his leg looks like he's suffering. Xiao Lei! Come and lend a hand!"

Ya Ya looked at the fake Uncle Zhao who had finished moving things in the time it took to say two sentences and shook her head. "No need to trouble Grandma Wang, my Uncle Zhao is very capable. Look, he's already finished moving everything."

Wang Guifen glanced over and exclaimed, "Oh my! In the blink of an eye, two large buckets have been placed under the shelf by the door. The other bucket, which must be for chicken soup, is leaning steadily against the small table next to the induction cooker, with a long-handled spoon hanging from its rim."

On one side of the small table next to the induction cooker, there was a basket of finely chopped scallions, with a pungent aroma that made you know they were fresh wild scallions picked from the mountains.

On the other side were several jars of meat sauce, and a box of noodles was on the ground.

Unlike the plastic jars I brought yesterday, this time the jars are large, rustic-looking earthenware jars with plump bellies, clearly filled with quite a lot.

After finishing, Uncle Zhao didn't say a word and disappeared in a flash.

Wang Guifen circled the soup pot, then gently lifted the lid, and a burst of scalding hot steam rushed out.

She peeked inside, gasped, and quickly slammed the lid back on: "My goodness! You guys are so generous with the ingredients! Two whole free-range chickens! And probably a pound of snails! This soup is going to be so delicious!"

Ya Ya smiled sweetly, pursing her little mouth: "Aunt Chun Tao said the soup base should be simmered until it's thick, so that the noodles won't be diluted with the flavor."

Wang Guifen bent down and looked at the old-fashioned earthenware pot next to her. She scooped out a spoonful and found it full of minced meat, even more substantial than it had been yesterday.

"Boss, how can you possibly make money doing this?"

Ya Ya blinked. "Of course! It's twenty-five yuan a bowl. We'll make a profit if we sell ten bowls!"

Wang Guifen rubbed her forehead. This child's calculations were too simplistic. She probably only calculated the price of the chickens, and didn't include the snails from the mountains or her aunt's labor costs.

Cao Xiulian also came over, opened the lid of the thermos and then closed it again. Her gaze fell on the chicken soup pot, and she whispered to Wang Guifen, "Sister Wang, to be honest, a bowl of noodles for twenty-five yuan this morning, I was initially thinking it was a bit expensive. Ours is just an inconspicuous little shop on the street, not some famous restaurant. I never expected the people in Yaya Village to be so honest..."

"That's how people in the village are. They don't have a concept of the value of labor and time. Otherwise..." Wang Guifen also lowered her voice.

"What should we do then?"

"Let me try it first, and then I'll think about it later." Wang Guifen was so tempted that she reached out and swept the 140-yuan note over her hand.

At this moment, Wang Guifen's whole family smelled the aroma of chicken soup wafting out and peeked around.

"Don't sit down, do it yourselves, the dough is underneath."

He Jiaojiao filled a pot with water and put it on the induction cooker. He Lei opened the noodle box, and Wang Guifen had already efficiently made a bowl of chicken and snail soup for each of her family members, and also scooped out some small pieces of chicken.

There are two chickens inside, one whole and the other chopped up and put in. It's obvious that the person who made the soup knew they were selling it and put it in this way so that those who like meat can scoop out some chicken.

Ya Ya stood by the induction cooker, tilting her head curiously and staring at it for a long time.

The dark stove was flat and smooth, with no flames in sight, but the water in the pot was bubbling and gurgling.

"Auntie, how can this electric stove boil water even though it doesn't have a flame?"

Cao Xiulian was taken aback; she really didn't know that.

"An induction cooker is different from our gas stove. Hidden underneath are thin coils of wires that, when powered on, generate a rapidly moving magnetic field invisible to the naked eye. The small pot we're placing on it is made of iron. When this metal comes into contact with the pulsating magnetic field, the tiny iron particles inside the pot start to collide uncontrollably. This friction generates heat, which is all retained on the pot, naturally boiling the water inside!"

He Jiaojiao smiled and explained to Ya Ya.

Ya Ya stood on tiptoe. What was the "Word Factory"? Where were those random metal pellets? She couldn't see them.

"Don't burn yourself. It's okay if you don't understand these things now. You'll gradually understand them when you go to school! Anyway, an induction cooker can heat up when it's plugged in."

He Jiaojiao carefully led Ya Ya a little further away. She had always heard her mother say how sensible and cute the little boss was, but she never really thought so until she saw him in person today. She realized that the little boss was indeed very cute. Although he was wearing adult clothes, he was not sloppy at all. He looked like a little blue silkworm with two little tufts on his head. He was quiet, well-behaved and obedient.

She's so lovable.

The noodles were cooked quickly. He Jiaojiao put in a big handful. Since it was just her family at the moment, it was much easier to cook them in batches.

She used a large strainer to divide the contents into five large bowls.

Wang Guifen casually grabbed a handful of chopped scallions from her small basket and sprinkled them into a bowl. Then she picked up a ceramic pot, scooped five spoonfuls of meat sauce, and added it to each bowl.

Wang Guifen's husband first picked up a mouthful of noodles with meat sauce and put it in his mouth. He chewed it a couple of times, paused slightly, and then slurped it down in big gulps.

He Lei and He Jiaojiao didn't rush to mix the noodles. First, they took a big sip of chicken soup from their bowls. Their eyes lit up, and they gulped down another big mouthful before mixing in the meat sauce and starting to eat.

The whole family ate with gusto, the aroma of broth and meat filling their mouths, and no one had time to say a word.

Seeing that they could take care of themselves, Cao Xiulian returned to her work station, took out her phone from her apron, and sent Zhang Limin a WeChat message: "The two buckets of meat sauce have been delivered to the store."

Then I opened the customer group message: There are no wild vegetables available today, but we have chicken and snail noodle soup. It is 25 yuan a bowl, and there is also meat sauce to go with it. With meat sauce, it is 28 yuan a bowl.

After the message was sent, there were suddenly a few replies in the usually quiet group.

"Isn't this noodle soup a bit expensive? Chicken noodle soup can cost ten or eight dollars, can't you?"

"Did you add mountain snails? What does chicken soup with snails taste like?"

Wang Guifen glanced at the message in the group chat, then looked at the empty bowls in front of her family, not a drop of soup left, and suddenly slapped her thigh: "Oh no, I forgot to take a picture. I have to go get another bowl and take a picture."

As she spoke, she got up, scanned the QR code to pay, then scooped out a bowl from the bucket, cooked some noodles, and put them in.

Before adding the sauce, she took a picture of the bowl full of chicken and snail soup noodles with her phone and sent it directly to the group chat.

In the photo, a large white porcelain bowl is filled with thin, soft noodles, and most of the bowl is filled with clear, well-cooked free-range chicken soup. The soup is a warm, rich honey-gold color, with a thin layer of soft, golden chicken oil floating on the noodles. On top are a few pieces of firm, yellow-skinned chicken, and you can also vaguely see a few mountain snails.

Sprinkle some chopped scallions on top, the vibrant green adding a touch of color to the golden broth.

Wang Guifen: Look at this soup. I don't need to say more; you can see for yourselves.

The message was sent out, and the group fell silent instantly; no one spoke.