She replied "yes", and at the moment she was even more worried about her grandfather's condition, and she didn't care so much about her own affairs.

Uncle Bi said a few more words and said solemnly: "Okay, that's all for today. After you find the Cloud Sakura Shrine, you have to contact me.

Oh, the jade pendant should be collected, don't show it to anyone, and it can't fall into the hands of others, you know?"

Ying Ying agreed and hung up the phone with Uncle Bi.

I wanted to say "goodbye" to my grandparents, but I didn't have a chance.

She suddenly realized that they no longer treated her as a child.

Yingying remembered this time that she would turn 18 years old in three months, and she really became an adult.

"Will it be so painful when you grow up?" she once asked when she was flying in Uncle Birdman's arms.

"Yes, growing up means suffering. Uncle Birdman replied without hesitation.

It seems that growing up is not a fun thing, and growing up means a lot of responsibilities.

She has made up her mind, in order to treat her grandfather, she must find the shrine and uncover the mystery of jade, she can go to the soup and fire, at any cost.

****

After answering the uncle's call, Yingying was in a heavy mood and went back to the room to cry silently.

She quickly wiped away her tears and went downstairs to find Lady Ito and ask about the Cloud Sakura Shrine.

After looking around and not finding it, she came to the courtyard and saw Mrs. Ito wearing a short-sleeved blue kimono with a pale yellow floral apron tied around her waist, and she was busy with something.

Ying Ying walked over and saw Mrs. Ito in front of a small stone table, pouring a pale pink transparent liquid into a large glass bowl.

A large glass bowl holds a chubby, round dough.

She was about to speak, but Mrs. Ito stretched out her index finger and put it to her mouth and said, "Don't talk. Watch.”

Although Yingying was anxious, she had no choice but to stop and stand on the side to watch.

She saw Mrs. Ito knead the white dough into a pale pink with skillful movements.

She has broad palms, strong fingers, and a pair of diligent women's hands.

After kneading it for a while, she picked up a piece of white gauze on the stone table and covered it very softly on top of the "dough", as if she was covering a newborn child with a quilt.

Then she went into the kitchen, wearing floral cotton gloves and holding out a steaming stone pot.

She carefully placed the pot on the stone table, opened the lid, and a cloud of steam came out.

Ying Ying looked inside, it was a pot full of boiled red beans.

Mrs. Ito smiled, took out a marble pestle, handed it to Yingying, and pointed to the pot again, making a circular motion.

Ying Ying immediately understood that this was asking her to crush red beans and make red bean paste.

As a girl from a mountain village, she has a lot of experience in helping with cooking and farming at home.

Ying Ying took the stone pestle and dried it lightly, stirring, crushing, squeezing, and skillfully moving, and Mrs. Ito made an approving expression.

After grinding for a while, Mrs. Ito took the delicate pink sugar, which was crystal clear and round, not like ordinary white sugar.

She stirred the sugar and quickly and evenly sprinkled it into it.

Ying Ying thought to herself, the taste of this red bean paste must be sweet but not greasy, sweet and delicious.

Next, Mrs. Ito carefully picked up the "dough baby" under the white gauze from the glass bowl.

The dough was as white as snow, like a baby's skin.

When Ying Ying heard Mrs. Ito holding the dough, the dough made a "eat", like a baby's laughter.

Mrs. Ito raised a sharp kitchen knife and cut the dough in two, and the dough let out a "eat" laugh.

Mrs. Ito took one of them, kneaded them into long, snake-like strips, cut them into small pieces, and flattened them one by one.

At this time, Ying Ying found that the other dough was not in the position just now, and ran to the stone table.

She was taken aback, and thought that it was just me and Mrs. Ito, but no one had moved the dough, so how did she get there?

Ying Ying tugged at Mrs. Ito's sleeve and pointed to the suspicious dough.

Seeing this, Mrs. Ito hurriedly put down the work in her hand and skillfully grabbed the dough that had "escaped", this time not so gently.

She turned around and handed the dough to Ying Ying and said, "sing a song."

Miscellaneous...... Ying Ying was greatly puzzled, and just stared at Mrs. Ito blankly.

“Sing a song to it.” Mrs. Ito smiled, put the dough in Yingying's hand, and began to work on herself again.

Ying Ying hurriedly stretched out her palms to catch it, for fear that the dough would fall to the ground.

I just felt that the dough was very soft and elastic, as if holding a balloon filled with water.

She looked at the dough, and the dough suddenly moved in her hand, as if it was about to jump down!

Fortunately, Yingying reacted quickly, moved her body, pocketed her right hand, and caught it violently.

This...... This dough can move on its own!

She grew her mouth and was a little scared at the moment, holding the dough in both hands, and throwing it away.

Mrs. Ito had already left the courtyard at this time, and was busy with other things, and Yingying was holding the dough alone, not knowing what to do.

“Sing a song.” She remembered that Mrs. Ito had asked her to sing to the dough.

Do you really want me to sing to this white thing, which doesn't even have eyes and nose? It's not embarrassing!