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

Zhou Zihan sat to the side, watching as Xie Yuan took things out of her schoolbag one by one. First, there was a learning tablet, followed by a stack of colorful pinyin flashcards.

Looking at myself, my hands were empty, my cheeks were slightly flushed, and I didn't know what to do with my hands and feet.

No wonder Xie Yuan is first in the grade. Is she more intelligent than him? Does she think of more things and prepare so thoroughly?

Xie Yuan opened the tablet, picked out the three vowel cards she had learned yesterday, and then took out the three cards she was going to learn today. She taught Ya Ya to pronounce the pinyin while looking at the teaching materials on the tablet.

With her hands in her pockets, Zhou Zihan compared the other person's teaching method, which included pictures and audio, to her own plan to simply recite the multiplication tables. Her face turned even redder with shame, and the multiplication table in her pocket became crumpled.

Ya Ya had already learned three vowels yesterday, so she had a foundation. After a brief review, Xie Yuan thought that Zhou Zihan still needed to teach her multiplication tables, so she didn't teach her much more and only picked three new simple vowels, i, u, and ü, to teach.

I plan to learn the compound vowels tomorrow.

With the help of flashcards and a tablet, Ya Ya learned very quickly and finished learning in no time. The remaining time was Zhou Zihan's turn.

The eyes of the two girls, one big and one small, both fell on Zhou Zihan.

Zhou Zihan stammered, "I... Sister Ya, I... I originally wanted to teach you how to memorize the mnemonic first, but how about we wait... wait until I get back and prepare before teaching you? I... I have a learning tablet at home too, tomorrow, I'll definitely come fully prepared tomorrow."

Ya Ya blinked her round eyes and looked at him.

"Brother Zihan, are you very nervous? I can see your palms are sweaty!"

Zhou Zihan silently hid her hands behind her back.

"It's okay, we can start by memorizing it, just like when I learned the Thousand Character Classic. We'll have our own way of learning tomorrow, don't be afraid. I'm very smart!"

Zhou Zihan looked distressed; he was afraid he was too stupid to teach well.

Xie Yuan, who was standing to the side, sighed almost imperceptibly and said, "Zhou Zihan, you are a little teacher now. As a teacher, you can't be insecure first. Keep your composure. You already know the multiplication tables, but Ya Ya doesn't know any of them. Teach what you know first."

After listening, Zhou Zihan patted her belly, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly to calm herself down.

"Okay! Let's start with 'one by one', that's the easiest to remember!"

The classroom on the second floor was getting into a good rhythm, and customers were also coming and going in the shop downstairs.

A customer who saw the hand-pulled noodles yesterday but couldn't bring himself to buy them hesitated all night and decided to splurge on a bowl of hand-pulled noodles, so he asked Zhao Haohao how much the hand-pulled noodles cost.

Before Zhao Haohao could answer, Zhang Limin chimed in, "There aren't any today. The boss made extra and brought some over to share. They only made it once. If you want to buy some, you'll have to wait until they make more and have some left over."

Nothing the young boss brought out was bad; next time, I'll eat whatever I want.

Wei Jingming's father nodded repeatedly, "Yes, this is really chewy! It even has a slightly sweet taste, and the sweetness comes out more and more as you chew!"

"Let's go, we'll come again tomorrow. This trip was really worth it." Wei Jingming's mother-in-law wiped her mouth with a tissue and stood up.

The whole family quickly moved their chairs, got up, and left the store.

Huaya Shop is too small; there aren't enough tables and chairs. This family takes up two tables, so they'd better make room quickly.

As Wei Jingming's daughter followed him out, she reached out and tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "Dad, what kind of dish will the small fish and shrimp be made into tomorrow? I don't know what it will taste like."

As Wei Jingming walked outside, he pondered, "I don't know either. The small fish and shrimp in the stream can be fried into crispy fried fish, or made into a delicious fish and shrimp soup. There are so many ways to cook them. I'm really looking forward to the new food tomorrow!"

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By the time Ya Ya finished her lesson, most of the customers had already left the shop. Only Zhang Limin, a regular customer, was still sitting there waiting. The rest were almost all the children and parents from Hongye Elementary School.

Seeing the three children come down, Zhang Limin waved and said, "Little boss, I've asked around for you."

Ya Ya's eyes lit up, and she ran over there.

"Grandma Wang and her family went on a trip to the South Island and won't be back for a few days. She said if you have any good food, please save some for her. She'll bring you some delicious food from the South Island when she gets back."

"South Island? Tourism?" Ya Ya blinked, looking puzzled. "What's tourism?"

"Tourism is about going to other places, seeing the scenery of other cities, and experiencing the local customs and food. Nandao is an island in the south of our country. Going there at this time of year is just in time for lychees to come before the rainy season, as it is not the peak season."

"Juice?" Another new word.

"It's delicious! Your Grandma Wang will probably bring some for you."

"Oh, I see." Ya Ya nodded as if she understood, and for a moment she wanted to ask a couple more questions, but in the end she let Grandpa Zhang off the hook.

After all the older students from Hongye Elementary School went to school, the store was almost completely sold out. Ya Ya helped Cao Xiulian tidy up a bit and then pushed her little cart to go out.

She turned to Cao Xiulian and greeted her, "Auntie, I'm going out to buy something!"

"Okay, be careful on the road," Cao Xiulian replied.

Ya Ya pushed her little cart slowly along the street, looking around. She was familiar with most of the stalls here. Aunt Chun Tao and Grandpa Village Chief hadn't given her any tasks, so she didn't know what to buy.

I picked out some green vegetables and potatoes from the stalls.

As we walked into the area selling cooked food stalls, a smell we had never encountered before wafted over. Ya Ya sniffed the air, and it smelled like porridge, fragrant but with a very unique odor mixed in.

She followed the scent and moved closer.

This is a porridge stall. Underneath the counter are a row of gleaming stainless steel cans, each containing a different kind of porridge.

Ya Ya tiptoed to look at the counter. There was sweet, bright red bean porridge, green mung bean porridge, golden millet porridge, and white porridge with minced meat and red shrimp. At a glance, the various colors were beautifully combined.

Ya Ya followed the smell, looking around and moving closer, finally stopping on the right side of the stall.

The jar at the bottom contained a pot of thick, milky-white rice porridge. It was quite thick, with specks of black bits scattered about, mixed with bits of minced meat.

"Auntie, what kind of porridge is this? Why are the ingredients inside so black?"

The owner smiled and said, "This is congee with preserved egg and lean pork."