After dinner, the three children rested for a while before going for a "walk" in the yard.

"Lingling, Chaochao, wait for me a moment."

Ji Shize looked at the Ultraman card that he had been keeping in his pocket, worried that he would damage it when he went out to dig for treasure. He held the card and looked around, even rummaging through the drawers.

Ji Shize saw his two younger sisters whispering to each other at the door and felt a sense of crisis. In the end, he casually took out a hard card holder and stuffed the Tiga card inside.

Then he hurriedly ran out.

"I'm here, let's set off now!"

Led by Ji Shize, who was holding a map, the treasure-hunting team first walked half a circle around the house, then turned into a bamboo forest path, and finally found a pavilion.

The three children followed the lines all the way to the pavilion steps, and then—turned left in a straight line.

It is a short tree planted next to the pavilion.

Chaochao looked at Ji Shize, "Are we... going to dig up trees?" Her little brows furrowed, looking very reluctant.

Ji Shize glanced at the map and clenched his fist: "Of course not, the treasure is buried under this tree!"

Lingling was still the same Lingling with a questioning spirit: "...Then why don't you just write 'buried under the tree next to the pavilion'?"

"..." Ji Shize choked, "I was still young back then."

Besides, isn't finding treasure with a map every child's dream?

By then, Chaochao had already carried her little shovel around the tree, eagerly awaiting her older siblings' instructions: "Where should we dig?"

Ji Shize also walked around the tree, jumping as he went, testing the softness of the soil. He looked very professional.

Lingling and Chaochao placed all their hopes on Ji Shize, but the little boy walked and jumped around in circles as if performing a ritual, and finally scratched his head awkwardly: "I don't know either."

Why do all his jumps look the same? It seems TV dramas are all lies after all…

"It's okay, let's just give it to the little shovel. It will tell us." Chaochao said seriously, standing the shovel upright on the ground before letting go.

Under the watchful eyes of three pairs of people, the shovel handle pointed north.

"Okay, then we'll dig this side—"

Chaochao pointed in the opposite direction of the shovel and said confidently.

Lingling and Ji Shize: "...???"

Chaochao pointed her little finger at the ants on that patch of land and said earnestly in her childish voice, "I guessed."

Intuition told her it was there, so she changed her mind on the spot. She picked up the small shovel, touched it, and said, "Sorry, little shovel, I'll listen to you next time."

Lingling rolled up her sleeves: "In that case, let's begin."

The three of them took turns shoveling, piling up small hills of sand and digging deeper and deeper into the pit, but the treasure was nowhere to be found.

Just when they were about to give up—

"Crack..."

The shovel in Chaochao's hand seemed to have suddenly struck a hard shell, and the two collided with a dull thud.

Chaochao: "Huh?"

Lingling and Ji Shize exchanged a glance and immediately began digging excitedly. Soon, a deep red carved sandalwood box gradually appeared before their eyes. Although only a small, square half of it was visible, judging from its size, it was not impossible for a three-year-old child to fit inside.

They tried to lift it, but the box seemed stuck in the ground and wouldn't budge. Ji Shize rubbed his hands together, then pushed open the latches and lifted the lid—

It was a large, airtight glass jar, its surface clean and clear, shimmering and sparkling with a rosy hue in the lingering sunlight.

"This is..."

Lingling hissed. Could this bottle be the treasure?

Ji Shize was also a little at a loss: "I don't know if it's true or not..."

While the two were hesitating, Chaochao had already gotten down to the ground and sniffed the bottle opening, catching a faint fruity scent wafting out. Her eyes lit up: "It smells like peaches!"

Lingling also lay down and sniffed hard. Besides a hint of peach scent, there seemed to be a very familiar smell...

"I know, it also tastes like chocolate!"

Lingling said with certainty that she had eaten a piece of chocolate that tasted like this before. It was her first and last piece of chocolate because she didn't think it was very tasty at the time.

But when mixed with peaches, it actually smells pretty good.

"Ah, shouldn't chocolate be black?"

Ji Shize also smelled it. He felt it was like the red wine that adults drank at banquets, only it looked different. This pink one was more tempting.

Anyway, why did his dad bury such a jar for him? He thought it would be a box of Ultraman figurines, sigh...

Although the system is not human, its host contains 500PB of common sense about the human world, far surpassing the children here who have only five or six years of experience at most. It could almost immediately guess that what Father Ji buried was peach wine, and that the mediocre chocolate that Lingling had eaten must have been filled with liqueur.

The Chinese have their own four-character motto—

Since we're already here...

Ji Shize couldn't figure out what kind of drink it was, but he was sure his father wouldn't harm him. He looked at Lingling and Chaochao, who was lying on the ground, engrossed in smelling the peaches: "Do you... want to try some?"

In a blur of motion, the little girl, holding a small water cup—actually, the cap she'd taken from her thermos—asked, "Is this okay?"

Ji Shize had gradually gotten used to having a magical pocket every day, and the ability to teleport intermittently. This time, he just remained silent for a moment, then squatted down and unscrewed the wooden stopper, letting his actions speak for themselves: "Of course, this is a treasure we found together! Since we can't move it, we'll have a taste of it here."

Lingling: "Although the chocolate last time wasn't good, I haven't tried a peach chocolate mixed flavor drink yet..."

The moment the cork was unscrewed, a sweet peach aroma mixed with a hint of wine wafted out.

The system panicked: "Chao Chao, this is peach wine! It's wine! You can't drink it!"

The little dumpling, who's great at picking up keywords: "Mmm, that's right, it's peach flavored! I love it!"

"The point isn't the peaches, it's the wine, it's the wine—"

As soon as she finished speaking, Chaochao held the small half-cup of the beautiful and alluring nectar and took a small sip.