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

The people in the courtyard smelled the aroma and couldn't help but swallow their saliva, but no one made a move. They all waited quietly for Ya Ya and Granny Liu to be served.

Aunt Lin was already skilled, and at this moment she was even more nimble and quick, without wasting a single moment.

First, rinse the chopped pork belly thoroughly with clean water to remove the blood. Then, chop the ribs into small, even pieces and blanch them together in a pot to remove any scum. Drain them after blanching.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, and the iron wok was hot. She scooped a small spoonful of the oil that Ya Ya had brought back into the wok. When the oil sizzled, she first sautéed the ginger slices and wild scallion segments until fragrant, then added the pork belly pieces one by one and fried them until both sides were slightly browned, rendering out the fat. The aroma immediately burst out.

She carefully pinched off a tiny bit of salt and a little bit of that dark soy sauce for seasoning. This soy sauce was also brought back by Ya Ya. Uncle Tie Sheng looked at the label and told her that it was soy sauce for seasoning, and only then did she figure out how to use it.

Add water to cover the meat, cover the pot, bring to a boil over high heat, then reduce to low heat and simmer until tender, flavorful, and the broth is thick.

Meanwhile, Granny Liu, who was helping out, was also busy. She put the ribs in a separate pot, added water and ginger slices, brought it to a boil over high heat, and then added the fresh wild vegetables that everyone had found along the way. She cooked them into a pot of clear and refreshing rib and wild vegetable soup.

The broth was incredibly flavorful and clear, and the wild vegetables absorbed the aroma of the meat, making it anything but bland.

Then, mix eggs with warm water, add a little salt, stir, put it in the pot with the pork ribs, and steam for 15 minutes. A big bowl of smooth and tender egg custard is ready.

Aunt Lin used a peeler to scrape off the outer skin of the remaining kudzu root, cut it into small pieces, washed it clean along with the white rice, and threw it into another small pot to cook porridge.

Kudzu root is sweet and the rice is soft and sticky, so the cooked rice has a subtle sweet aroma.

The two bundles of noodles were also put into the pot, with a little oil, a few drops of soy sauce, and chopped green onions added. It made a big bowl of noodles with excellent broth.

The corn was also taken down and heated up as Ya Ya had suggested.

Before long, the unique sweet aroma of corn mingled with the aroma of meat, soup, and porridge, filling the entire courtyard.

It made people's stomachs rumble.

The villagers brought out the food they had prepared one after another. Ya Ya and Xiao Dou Zi stood by the pot of stewed meat that Aunt Lin was cooking, reluctant to leave, their two big, dark eyes fixed on the steaming pot.

When Aunt Lin lifted the pot lid, the aroma of stewed meat wafted out, and the two little ones took a deep breath of the fragrance.

The stewed meat chunks were a bright red color, easily pierced with a single poke, and the broth was so thick it clung to chopsticks.

Aunt Lin felt a warmth in her heart as she looked at the steaming pot. This delicious food was something her little sprout had earned!

Once all the food was served and the children were seated at the table, the courtyard immediately quieted down.

The villagers, who were starving just a few days ago and survived on a little bit of wild vegetables and braised eggs mixed with water that they brought back little by little, were now staring in disbelief at what was on the table.

I knew it was good stuff, I knew it was meat, but I didn't know there was so much to it!

In the center is a large pot of stewed, bright red, tender, and juicy fresh pork. It's glistening with oil and the aroma is irresistible. Unlike the braised pork we had before, which was so tender that we couldn't bear to eat a single piece and had to chew it for a long time, this is a pot of freshly stewed, piping hot, and full of fresh meat!

Next to it was a large bowl of pork rib and wild vegetable soup, the broth was clear.

There was also a big pot of kudzu root and rice porridge. The white rice was mixed with kudzu root, and it was soft and sticky, which was perfect for people like them who didn't have good teeth. Moreover, it was cooked with fine rice, which was very rare in town. However, here, this group of old men and women could eat fine rice every few days.

There was also a bowl of golden corn kernels on the side, smelling sweet and fragrant, which were the corn that had been plucked.

There was also a large bowl of dried noodles, and steamed egg custard swaying gently, with two drops of sesame oil dripping from the top.

A boiled egg was placed separately in front of the three children.

A large table was set up, steaming hot, the aroma so enticing it made one's soul float away.

Grandma Wang swallowed hard, held Grandpa Wang's hand, and whispered, "Just a few days ago we only had a little braised pork and noodles to fill our stomachs, but today we have rice, porridge, and a big pot of fresh stewed meat..."

Grandpa Wang can't see, but he can smell and hear; his thin, bony hands tremble slightly.

It's not that they haven't eaten meat before; they've had some meat these past few days, but they've been very frugal, taking half a day to gnaw on a small piece.

No one dared to imagine that just a few days later, they would be able to eat a big pot of hot fresh meat and white rice porridge.

I haven't fully recovered from the hunger that almost killed me, but life is getting better and better every day.

"Four days ago, all I was thinking about was surviving. I never imagined we'd be living like this. Even if the village hadn't been locked down, we wouldn't be living such a good life now..."

Everyone looked at Ya Ya, their little Ya Ya, whom they had brought back from over there, who had pulled them back from the brink of death.

"Grandpas and Grandmas, Aunt Lin, eat up!" Ya Ya smacked her lips. The meat looked so tender, but no one was touching it, and she felt embarrassed.

"Hey! Eat, eat!" the village chief called out. Grandma Liu got up and ladled a bowl of fragrant steamed egg custard for Ya Ya, and then added two lumps of trembling stewed meat.

Ya Ya shoveled the smooth egg custard into her mouth, her little feet dangling with delight.

The food on the table was steaming hot, and everyone picked up their bowls and chopsticks, eating with relish and peace of mind.

No one fought over the food; everyone ate with exceptional care, cherishing every mouthful of hot porridge, every piece of meat, and every drop of soup.

The golden corn kernels, with their unique flavor, prompted everyone to ask a few more questions. They were sweet and sticky, and the villagers all fell in love with the taste.

Before long, the food on the table was completely eaten up.

Everyone quickly and efficiently cleared away the dishes, wiped the table, washed the dishes, and put away the kitchen utensils, tidying up the yard in no time.

Ya Ya ran back into the house on her short legs, came out carrying a large, transparent bag, her little face all serious:

"Grandpa, Grandma, Uncles, Aunts, Ya Ya has something to share with you all, and I have something to say."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and gathered around her, their eyes sparkling as they looked at her.

Ya Ya first put the big transparent bag on the table. It was full of white fabric, and no one could tell what it was. They just thought it was too clean and too white.

Then Ya Ya took out three small bags from her handbag. They had different patterns printed on them. One was a small green vegetable, which they recognized. Another one looked like a radish. They had never seen the others before.

Ya Ya placed three small bags on the table as well. "These are seeds."

She pointed to each package with her little finger and introduced them one by one: "This package is for bok choy, this package is for corn, and these are radish seeds."