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

When Xinghua led the three Yan siblings back, all three had slightly red eyes. It was hard to tell whether it was the grievances they had suffered in the past suddenly welling up, or their hearts being touched by this kindness.

The courtyard was still bustling with activity. Xinghua approached Fang Tiesheng and reported the shoe sizes of the three siblings: "Grandpa Fang, all of these shoes fit them. Sanya's are slightly too big, but Daya said Sanya will grow taller and there's no need to bother exchanging them. The sizes are..."

Xinghua told Fang Tiesheng all the numbers, and he wrote them down stroke by stroke.

Daya entered the courtyard and looked around. Just then, she saw Ji Chuntao turning around to move the heavy basins filled with mung bean starch paste from under the eaves. She quickly nudged Erzhu, "Aunt Chuntao, put them down, we'll do it!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already rushed to the eaves and picked up the basin without saying a word.

"Wow, these three young men are really full of energy!"

"That's right! I heard that Da Ya was busy with Hu Zi and Da Niu until midnight last night! This morning, she led her younger siblings to clean the pigsty and stable. Even the bean flour that Chun Tao used to make food today was ground by Da Ya at the big stone mill last night."

The villagers couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Village chief, I heard there's a new dish today, is it porridge from that area?" Zhao Hu hurriedly returned to the courtyard after putting his clothes and shoes back into his house.

"Yes, according to Nannan, there are many kinds. There's a dark-colored one called century egg and pork congee, which she said is delicious. There's also seafood congee, which is made from seafood. I've never seen the sea in my life! I've only ever heard of delicacies before, but now, thanks to Nannan, I can taste real seafood."

Slurp.

Zhao Hu swallowed hard.

"I heard there's also a kind of white fungus porridge, sweet and smooth. Dr. Chen said that white fungus might be the same as 'white fungus,' which is a rare and nourishing food that only wealthy people can afford to drink for health maintenance and nourishment."

A large group of people sat around the sofa chatting, while work continued at the stove.

After the mung bean starch slurry in the basin has settled, carefully skim off the yellowish water on top. At the bottom of the basin is a layer of fine and dense mung bean starch.

Ji Chuntao added an appropriate amount of water to dissolve the starch that had settled at the bottom, making it into a batter of just the right consistency. On the stove, Daya and Erzhu had already prepared a large, deep iron pot filled with water, which was boiling vigorously.

Then Ji Chuntao took a shallow, flat-bottomed iron pot that she had asked the village chief to find at the old house earlier, and rubbed a small piece of lard back and forth on the cold bottom of the pot to apply a thin layer of oil film to prevent sticking.

After spreading lard on the pan, Ji Chuntao held the long wooden handle and lifted the pan away from the heat of the stove. She scooped up a spoonful of diluted mung bean starch slurry and poured it into the center of the pan. With a light twist of her wrist, the entire pan spun around, and the milky white slurry flowed outwards from the bottom of the pan, thinly covering the entire bottom.

Once the batter was evenly spread at the bottom of the pot, I tilted the pot slightly and poured the excess batter back into the basin.

Daya and Sanya watched Ji Chuntao's movements intently from the side.

After spreading the batter evenly, Ji Chuntao steadily placed the pan on top of the previously boiling pot. The boiling water below continued to churn, and the billowing steam scalded the bottom of the pot. In no time, the thin layer of batter in the pot gradually solidified from the heat, and the milky white color slowly faded, turning into a warm and translucent jade color.

When the edges of the rice noodle sheet curled up slightly, Ji Chuntao moved the pot away, took a thin bamboo strip and gently lifted it along the edge of the pot. With her other hand, she pinched the corner of the rice noodle sheet, and a smooth, translucent, and flexible rice noodle sheet was completely peeled off and laid on a bamboo mat to cool.

And so it went, one sheet after another.

Sanya, with her sharp eyes, noticed that while changing the pink wrapper, Aunt Chuntao quietly flicked her wrist and tugged at Yan Daya: "Big sister, do you understand now? If you're confident you can do it, go help out. I see my wrist hurts."

"Um, Auntie, I know how to make dough, let me help you, you can rest for a while." Daya quickly stepped forward.

"I'm worried that I won't be able to handle this rotating pan properly. You need to have a good grip on your wrist. No matter how much batter you put in, it won't cook through, and you might waste one or two wrappers."

Ji Chuntao smiled upon hearing this: "That's exactly what I was thinking, if someone who knows how to make it could lend a hand. Daya, you give it a try, I'll take a break, this pot is too heavy. Don't worry about wasting food, you'll get the hang of it after making a couple."

Daya took the iron pot and tried to imitate Ji Chuntao by vigorously rotating her wrist in circles. However, as a first-timer, the pot rotated erratically, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. By the time she moved the pot over the hot water to steam it properly, the first rice noodle sheet was uneven, with one side thick and the other thin, and two small holes cracked at the corner.

"Oh dear, I... I messed it up." Daya looked at the torn dough, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, everyone's like this at the beginning. You have to gradually find the right feel for how much slurry to scoop and how fast to rotate the wheel," Ji Chuntao said gently, shaking her wrist.

Daya pursed her lips, moved the peel aside, separated the pieces to dry, and scooped out the batter again.

By the third sheet, she had gradually found the right balance, and after steaming it with water, she peeled off a complete and translucent pink sheet.

"It's done!" Erzhu, Sanya, and the three little ones who had somehow gathered around the cutting board couldn't help but cheer in unison.

"Big Sister Daya is amazing! The porridge turned into such beautiful, transparent skins in no time." Ya Ya looked at the pile of pretty, glass-like pink skins on the bamboo curtain next to her, pursed her lips, and thought they looked delicious.

Little Shuanzi had to stand on two bricks to barely reach the edge of the cutting board, and he was reaching out to sneak a handful of steaming rice noodle sheets. Ya Ya gently slapped his little hand away: "This is for eating, you can't touch it!"

Little Bean nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's so thin, it wouldn't be good if it tore."

Yan Daya looked at the reasonably decent pink sheet in her hand, and listened to the praise from those around her. Her cheeks flushed even more in the firelight. She didn't know what to say, so she could only lower her eyes and continue working, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

As she gradually got the hang of the wrist strength, she became more and more adept at it, peeling off one glistening mung bean noodle sheet after another and laying them neatly on the bamboo mat. Ji Chuntao, unable to help with spreading the sheets, could only mix the bean paste on the side.

Before long, all the batter was finished, and the glossy mung bean sheets were laid out on the curtain, waiting to cool completely before being used to wrap the fillings.

While the rice noodle sheets were cooling, the village chief called Zhao Hu, Da Niu, and Xiong Bo to carry three large insulated buckets out of Granny Liu's house.

"Everyone, please sit at the table. We're going to have some porridge and rice. You'll have the energy to work after you've eaten!"

The bucket contained three kinds of porridge that Ya Ya had prepared in advance in the house. Originally, Ya Ya wanted to take them out of her space and put them on the table as before, but Grandpa Village Chief told her to choose three kinds and pour them into the bucket.

Although Ya Ya didn't quite understand why she was being told to do this, she still obediently did as she was told.

Grandpa Village Chief must have his reasons for doing this.