allonlinenovel Chapter 125 The Happiness of the People of Yun Province
Chapter 125 The Happiness of the People of Yun Province
I returned home with my cart laden with fruits. I unloaded the mushrooms and berries from the cart, carefully sorted them, and placed them in baskets. The mushrooms looked fresh and would surely make delicious dishes. Then, I inspected the berries to make sure they weren't damaged or rotten.
By the time I was ready to set out again, the sun was setting, but it wasn't too late. I knew I needed to pick more than just mushrooms; I also needed to pick the blueberries I'd seen last time. So I decided to hurry up and finish my quest as quickly as possible before returning to camp. After all, the forest at night could bring more unknown dangers.
I pulled the cart along a familiar path deep into the forest. Along the way, I remained vigilant, keeping an eye on my surroundings while carefully searching for more mushrooms. Suddenly, I saw clusters of yellow, umbrella-like mushrooms appearing in the grass ahead. I was delighted. Could this be the legendary porcini?
"Wow! Porcini mushrooms!" I couldn't help but exclaim. My mouth watered at the thought of these delicious ingredients being transformed into a tantalizing array of dishes, like stir-fried porcini, porcini fried rice, and porcini with green peppers. However, I knew better than to let the delicious food get to me; I had to hurry and pick them.
I quickly set to work, carefully picking the fresh, tender porcini mushrooms. From just a small plot, I'd harvested nearly three kilograms of porcini. Looking at my bountiful harvest filled me with satisfaction. Next, I'd continue searching for more mushrooms and blueberries, hoping for a hearty dinner.
Continuing on, a dazzling array of mushrooms greeted me: black boletus, milk mushrooms, blue-headed mushrooms, and so many more. The sheer number of mushrooms dazzled me, as if I were trapped in a vast mushroom world, unable to leave. Gazing at this rich and diverse array, I marveled at the generosity and wonder of nature. Well, if that's the case, I'll stop being so greedy and pick nothing else. I'll just pick the boletus, blue-headed mushrooms, and milk mushrooms! I have to admit, I'm becoming a bit picky now, having actually learned to be selective with my mushroom picking. "Oh my god! My neck is gone!" After 20 minutes of bending my head down to pick mushrooms, my neck was so sore I almost lost it, and my cart was already overflowing. It seemed like I'd already harvested enough for today. I couldn't go any further. I'd better come back tomorrow. After all, there are always endless mushrooms to pick, and there are still many more surprises to discover.
Now, I decided to pick some blueberries to satisfy my craving before heading home to rest. So, I reached the same bush I'd been to last time and saw blueberries dangling from the branches like tiny blue lanterns, exuding an alluring aroma. I plucked four blueberries and placed them in my hand, but found I couldn't hold any more. So, I popped them into my mouth, savoring their unique flavor. As the blueberries burst in my mouth, their rich juices instantly overflowed, bringing an intoxicating sweetness. This wonderful feeling made me lose myself in it, savoring nature's gift.
I leisurely savored the blueberries in my hand, feeling the sweetness bloom on my tongue, but I didn't stop picking. Before long, my hands were already filled to the brim with blueberries. Looking at this abundant pile of fruit with satisfaction, a bright smile appeared on my face.
Just then, a strange sound reached my ears. I immediately became alert, stopped, and looked around cautiously. Finally, I spotted a small figure in a tree not far away—a lively and adorable little squirrel, its eyes wide open, gazing at me curiously.
Its bright eyes gleamed like stars in the night sky, and its furry tail swayed from side to side like a soft broom, appearing particularly playful. I couldn't help but be drawn in by its presence and slowly approached it. The little squirrel seemed to sense my approach, but instead of fleeing in panic, it gracefully hopped down from the branch and sauntered towards me.
I tentatively extended my right hand. Undeterred, the squirrel lifted its delicate paw and gently touched my palm. Then, nimbly, it climbed onto my shoulder, as if forming a special bond with me. Curious about my scent, it sniffed me constantly.
Seeing such a cute little creature, I couldn't contain my joy and burst into laughter. I played with the little squirrel for a while, enjoying this gift from nature. Its presence made me truly feel the warmth and beauty of nature.
Finally, I waved goodbye to the squirrel and promised to meet again. Then, I returned home, elated with my bountiful harvest. This experience has instilled in me a deep love for this forest and has me looking forward to the many surprises I'll discover in the future.
After a long journey, I finally arrived home. After a short rest, I couldn't wait to start processing my spoils. First, I carefully cleaned and dried the chicken mushrooms, then prepared the ingredients needed to make delicious chicken mushroom oil.
As night fell, a rich aroma filled the kitchen. I stared at the frying of chicken mushrooms in the pan with anticipation, my mouth watering. As the oil heated up, the mushrooms crackled, their delicious story unfolding in a crackling sound.
"Done!" I exclaimed excitedly. Carefully, I scooped the fried chicken mushroom oil from the wok and stored it in a sealed jar. Gazing at the golden, crispy chicken mushrooms and smelling their mouth-watering aroma, I smiled with satisfaction. This was the fruit of my hard work!
Looking at my harvest, I feel immense satisfaction. These precious ingredients not only allow me to savor nature's gifts, but also provide a delicious treat for my family. I believe this joy will be passed on to everyone who tastes chicken mushroom oil.
I decided to treat myself to a bowl of porcini mushroom fried rice. After chopping the porcini, preparing the rice, and the other ingredients, I turned on the stove and poured oil into the wok. Smoke rose as I added the porcini mushrooms and, after a few stir-fries, the distinctive aroma of the porcini filled my nostrils.
Add the rice and continue to stir-fry until every grain of rice is coated with the delicious porcini mushrooms. Finally, sprinkle with a little salt and chopped green onions, and a plate of porcini mushroom fried rice with both color and aroma is placed before you.
I took this bowl of fried rice to the window, admiring the beautiful night view while enjoying the fruits of my labor. Every bite made me intoxicated with the taste of happiness. This is not just a meal, but also a love for life and awe of nature.