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

Ya Ya's little watch blinked, the payment numbers jumping continuously.

"Ya Ya, weren't you going out to buy something? Go ahead, the store is too crowded, don't get burned. Auntie will keep an eye on things for you."

Wang Guifen also laughed and said, "Young boss, you still have to go shopping? Don't worry, Grandma Wang will watch over things for you."

Ya Ya scratched the back of her head, moved closer to Cao Xiulian, and whispered, "Auntie, Grandma Wang helps us with the work, should we pay her?"

Cao Xiulian was taken aback, looking at Wang Guifen who was bustling around happily, and thought... maybe it's not necessary...

"Grandma Wang probably doesn't need that. She probably wants something nice to eat. Next time Ya Ya has some new dishes or delicious food in the village, bring some to Grandma Wang. She'll definitely be happy."

"Okay!" Ya Ya secretly made a note of it, and when Aunt Chun Tao made cold food and sweet rice wine, she would bring a portion for Grandma Wang as well.

"Auntie, am I going out to buy something?"

"Go on, but walk slowly."

Ya Ya pushed the small cart placed at the shop entrance and slowly left the noisy little shop.

Our first stop was a grain shop.

The grain store owner saw Ya Ya enter and immediately greeted her warmly, "Oh dear, I haven't seen you for days, Ya Ya! I bought so much rice and flour the other day, and you've already finished it all?"

That's over a thousand pounds, it shouldn't be that heavy, right?

Ya Ya gently shook her head. "No, Auntie. We've stocked up on a lot. We just wanted to buy these today."

As she spoke, she carefully took a list out of her pocket and handed it over.

This is a list that Aunt Chuntao asked Grandpa Fang to write; it lists names and quantities.

The grain store owner glanced down and saw a long list of various coarse grains and dried goods, including glutinous rice, coarse wheat flour, refined white flour, maltose, dried red dates, black sesame seeds, and dried almonds. There was even a label for milk.

"Isn't this a craft assignment that a kindergarten teacher gave to parents?" the grain store owner muttered to herself. It seemed vaguely familiar; her son's homework before Qingming Festival last year was similar.

Nowadays, it feels like teachers are assigning homework to parents. There are fixed weekly crafts, and occasionally two a week, such as making boats from toothpicks, airplanes from plastic bottles, or learning to cook a local specialty dish, etc.

Not only do you have to take action, but you also have to create mind maps.

The ingredients Ya Ya brought look like they're for making porridge. The maltose should be malt sugar, but she didn't have any. And milk…

The grain store owner thought for a moment. Since they were already there, it wouldn't be a problem to help out. He looked up at Ya Ya and said, "I see the order form shows how many kilograms you want. I'll just pack the order according to the form and deliver it directly to the store later."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie! You've worked so hard!" Ya Ya clasped her little hands together and waved them at the boss.

"You have such a sweet tongue, what's so hard about it?"

After paying, Ya Ya pushed her empty cart into the street of the morning market. Having completed her task, she had no other plans for the moment. Smelling the aroma of braised meat, she turned right there.

Ya Ya just sold the gold yesterday, so she's quite well-off now.

A single bite of the glistening, oily braised pork knuckle is enough to fill fifty mouthfuls.

"Fifty, Uncle didn't braise that many. Let me see, there are still eighteen left." The meat vendor stirred the pot with a spoon.

Ya Ya rested her left hand on her right elbow, scratched her chin with her right knuckles in a serious manner, and frowned: "Okay then, I'll buy eighteen, fifty big pig trotters, fifty pieces of braised beef, and fifty chicken feet too."

Aunt Chuntao loves eating chicken feet. I bought some last time, but there weren't many chicken feet in the package. My mother-in-law and grandparents didn't really like them because they thought it was too much trouble to eat them, so they gave them all to Aunt Chuntao.

The owner of the braised meat stall looked down at the tiny kid who was about the same height as his food cart. The little boy kept saying things that were difficult for him.

What does fifty pieces of beef mean? There aren't even fifty pig trotters left, but there are chicken feet.

"We sell the beef by weight, each piece needs to be weighed. There are three large pieces left in total. Uncle Pig Trotters, I checked, there are about thirty left, and chicken feet, fifty in total. Do you want them all?"

Ya Ya stood on tiptoe and peered up at the edge of the car. The pot was steaming hot and she couldn't see clearly, but there were piles of dried tofu and other things on the plates outside.

"Then I'll take them both. Uncle, could you please calculate the price? You can just scan my little watch."

"Okay." The meat vendor quickly weighed and packaged the hot, braised pork hock for Ya Ya. The large, trembling chunks of meat were stuffed into the trolley in two large bags.

After buying the soy sauce, Ya Ya pushed the now-heavy cart and quietly put the most bulky braised pork knuckle into her storage space.

Thinking of the old duck in the virtual world, she added, "Old duck, you can only eat three pork knuckles, okay? I didn't buy many today."

As we passed by the meat stall, the stall owner greeted Xiaoya warmly.

This is one of his biggest clients.

Ya Ya smiled at the butcher and continued walking.

Walk a little further ahead and you'll find beef and mutton shops with particularly red meat and a row of large hooks.

Today, there was a black sheep's head hanging upstairs, along with half a bloody cow carcass. The sight of the bright red raw meat made Ya Ya's heart tremble.

She instinctively took two steps back, but thinking of the fragrant aroma of braised beef, and considering that the villagers had never eaten fresh beef before, she hesitated for a moment before mustering her courage and taking small, shuffling steps forward, looking at the price tag.

Fresh beef: 28 yuan/jin

Fresh mutton: 30 yuan/jin

Lamb spine: 16 yuan/jin

……

Beef and mutton are so much more expensive than pork, they must taste really good, right?

I can never get tired of pork, I have no idea how delicious these must be!

Ya Ya quickly lowered her head, refusing to look at the sheep's head and skeleton hanging above her.

The owner of the beef and mutton stall was a middle-aged man with a short neck and a stocky build. He was wearing a brown leather apron, and you could see Ya Ya from a distance.

This little kid is a regular at the morning market; everyone in the area knows him, and he spends a lot of money on things.

He sees the little guy buying meat at the butcher stall every day. Just yesterday, he bought another 500 jin of pork belly. Pork Liu was so smug, it was unbearable to watch.

Now, is it his turn to receive this immense wealth?

The butcher, beaming with delight, watched the tiny, seemingly important customer slowly incline towards his stall. He slammed his heavy cleaver down on the cutting board, rubbed his hands together, and swung the rag in his hand: "Little one, come look at my meat! It's all freshly delivered this morning, so fresh, the meat's still jiggling!"

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of beef that was still a little warm, and the meat on it was still throbbing.

Startled, Ya Ya jumped back, the cart wheel scraping against the ground with a clattering sound. "How...how is it still alive! Is there a bug inside?"

The boss then realized that the big customer in front of him was still just a little kid, and quickly reassured him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's because the meat is fresh. You can go back and ask if you don't believe me. If you're too scared to look, then don't look. All the beef and mutton here is top-notch, and it'll taste delicious no matter how you cook it."