Little Yingbao sat on the chair, kicking and swinging her little feet, looking both playful and adorable. This melted the hearts of her older brothers, who were like fathers to her. They thought to themselves, "My little sister is so cute, much better than Xiao Hu's snotty-nosed, drooling little sister. She's just too good!"

The siblings chatted and laughed, creating a lively atmosphere. They made a special agreement with the younger brother that after lunch, they would go to the back hill to pick some mushrooms, wood ear fungus… things to eat.

Jingning Mountain is both dangerous and alluring, as it is rich in resources: wild purslane, termite mushrooms, ginseng, wood ear fungus, Smilax glabra, wild water chestnuts, small bamboo shoots, wild hawthorn, black rice, vine peach, wild grapes, mountain bracken, wild chestnuts, daylilies, dandelion, wasp grass, shepherd's purse, houttuynia cordata, purple-backed seaweed, pheasants, wild rabbits, wild boars, tigers, snakes... and so on. There are wild vegetables, fruit trees, medicinal herbs, small and large animals... all kinds of things you have seen and things you have never seen before can be found in Jingning Mountain, countless in number.

In the past, some older men, whose wives were about to give birth and had nothing to eat, thought they would go into the mountains to catch some pheasants to help the mother produce milk, and if they were lucky, they might even hunt a female goat to provide food for their children. However, they went in and never returned; some villagers speculated that they were eaten by wild wolves and their bodies were surely gone. To this day, there has been no further news of them.

From then on, no one in Huxing Village and Huli Village dared to venture deep into the mountains, only daring to gather wild vegetables on the outskirts of Jingning Mountain. Because if they went and didn't return, how would their orphaned children and widows survive?

There are also families who are so poor that they don't even have a single grain of rice, and some don't even have a wife. They will go in and try their luck, because it's better than starving to death.

"Yingbao... wake up! Didn't you say you were going to go mushroom picking with us this afternoon?" Ye Mingchen ran into his father's room, calling out to Yingbao who was taking a nap, while bringing over a small wooden stool, climbing up on it, and gently pushing Yingbao with his hands.

At this moment, little Yingbao was having a sweet dream, dreaming that she was eating snail rice noodles and drinking zero-fat carbonated cola, taking bites of this and bites of that, feeling incredibly carefree and happy. In an instant, the food was gone, and Yingbao didn't react immediately. With her eyes closed, she gesticulated wildly, saying, "Snail rice noodles, my beloved... snail rice noodles..."

"Yingbao, wake up, wake up!" The young man thought Yingbao was having hysteria and called out to her anxiously.

Yingbao thought to herself, "Who is this? Is this some kind of soul-calling trick? How could they do such a despicable thing, hiding my snail rice noodles and then waking me up..." Wait, I was taking a nap, where would I get the snail rice noodles? Then, she opened her eyes: "Why is that big face? It scared me to death! Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be Xiao Ge."

Ugh! My brother Ye Mingchen is so dense! He tried to wake me up, but I was just lying there, doing who-knows-what. He could have been scared to death! Luckily, I don't have a heart condition. "He scared me half to death!"

"Yingbao, what happened to you just now? You were saying... something... something powder, what is that? Is it something to eat?" Ye Mingchen asked, still looking shocked.

"Hmm... it's food." I thought to myself, what kind of brain does Ye Mingchen have? He doesn't remember what he should, and he remembers things he shouldn't. Don't ask me what kind of snail rice noodles it is? Have you ever eaten it before?

"Little sister, what kind of powder is it? Have you ever seen or eaten it?" Xiao Mingchen asked with a round bald head.

Whatever I think of comes true, is my mouth blessed or something?