America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

Although Uncle George died on the tractor.

But the pickup truck that serves as the farmer's legs is still parked under the awning on the side of the barn.

Chen An walked over and lifted the tarpaulin that was covered with a thick layer of dust.

The car is dark red.

Or rather, it used to be deep red.

Now, large areas of the primer have peeled off and there are reddish-brown rust marks.

Make it look like a burnt red velvet cake that just came out of the oven.

"Old buddy, give me some face."

Chen An opened the creaking car door and sat in the driver's seat, where the foam was already leaking out.

Insert the key into the ignition hole and turn it.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

The engine emitted a violent coughing sound, like an old smoker on his deathbed.

The entire car was shaking, and a thick plume of black smoke was billowing from the exhaust pipe.

Just when Chen An thought it was about to fall apart, the V8 engine miraculously let out a deep roar and stabilized its speed.

It can still be driven.

The fuel gauge shows there is still a quarter of fuel left.

Chen An patted the steering wheel and carefully placed the basket of valuable black morel mushrooms on the passenger seat.

I fastened the seatbelt, which was even a little moldy, and floored the gas pedal.

The "Aurora" restaurant is located in Whitefish, about a 20-minute drive from Chen An's farm.

Compared to the desolate village where Chen An lived, Whitefish was clearly much more prosperous.

This area is close to Glacier National Park and is a famous ski resort.

This has attracted a large number of tourists and wealthy ski enthusiasts.

And those middle-class people who not only have big wallets but also have very discerning tastes.

This explains why some restaurants are willing to pay high prices to acquire top-quality wild mushrooms.

Chen An parked the beat-up pickup truck, which was belching black smoke, next to a gleaming Porsche Cayenne.

This stark contrast drew the attention of several tourists on the roadside, but Chen An paid no attention.

He got out of the car, dusted the mud off his jeans, and carried the wicker basket straight to the back door of the restaurant.

Generally speaking, upscale restaurants don't welcome salespeople who look like they've just rolled out of a mud pit.

"Hey! Um... delivery guy? Or maybe a plumber?"

Just as he reached the kitchen door, a Mexican dishwasher who was smoking stopped him, looking Chen An up and down.

"We do not accept unsolicited sales pitches here."

"If you're here to sell that damn insurance or cleaning products, get out of here before the boss loses his temper."

"I'm looking for your head chef."

Without saying a word, Chen An slightly lifted a corner of the newspaper covering the wicker basket.

A unique, rich aroma, a blend of earthy and nutty fragrance, instantly wafted out.

The Mexican guy's nose twitched twice, and his eyes widened instantly: "Holy shit... what is this?"

"Fresh black morel mushrooms. Just picked, the dew on them hasn't dried yet."

Chen An spoke calmly, with an undeniable confidence.

"Tell your purchasing manager or the head chef that every minute you delay, the flavor of this stuff will be lost."

Although the Mexican guy was just a dishwasher, he had been working in such a high-end restaurant for a long time and naturally knew his stuff.

He threw away his cigarette butt and, without a word, pushed open the heavy iron door to the kitchen:

"Wait at the door, don't come in. The health bureau is cracking down!"

A few minutes later.

A series of hurried and angry footsteps came from inside the door, accompanied by a rapid-fire speech.

"Louis! If those are just regular dried mushrooms or the kind of junk you get for two dollars a pound at the supermarket."

"I'm going to shove your pig brain into the dishwasher! I'm busy processing that damn A5 Wagyu beef right now!"

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Chen An subconsciously looked down because the voice sounded very irritable, but when he looked straight ahead, he didn't see anyone.

"Head down! You towering giraffe!"

Chen An lowered his head and then saw the head chef standing in front of him.

Was it a... little girl?

Judging by her height and appearance alone, she looks to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

He was only about 1.55 meters tall and was wearing a clean white chef's uniform.

Wearing a tall chef's hat made her appear slightly taller.

She has a very rare short silver-gray hair with a playful curl at the ends.

Her features were so delicate, like an expensive doll, and her skin was so fair it was almost translucent.

You can even see a few cute little freckles on the bridge of her nose.

But at this moment, this lovely face held a fierceness and arrogance completely out of character for its age.

She was also holding a gleaming chef's knife in her hand.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a genius before?"

The silver-haired girl glared at Chen An with annoyance, her emerald green eyes, like cat's eye stones, filled with impatience.

She held out a small hand wearing a latex glove. "Where's it? Let me see."

Chen An wanted to laugh, but his intuition told him that if he laughed now, the knife might fly into his face.

This is a legally born loli with a bad temper.

He squatted down and handed the wicker basket over.

The silver-haired girl: Katie, who is also the executive chef of this Michelin-recommended restaurant.

His initial disdain froze the moment he saw the pile of small, dark brown things in the wicker basket.

The ferocity on her face quickly faded, replaced by an almost devout fanaticism.

She carefully picked up the largest morel mushroom, brought it to her nose and took a deep breath, then examined the cut of the stem and the texture of the cap.

"Perfect cap...firm flesh...no wormholes..."

Katie muttered to herself, her earlier arrogance vanished, replaced by the meticulousness of a professional.

"These are the first batches of mushrooms that sprouted after last night's rain. They're even the finest of the black morel mushrooms: cone morels."

She suddenly looked up, her large eyes fixed on Chen An: "Where did you find it?"

"That's a trade secret." Chen An smiled and stood up.

"Although this forest is large, there aren't many places where plants of this quality grow."

Katie frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer, but she was a smart woman and knew the rules.

"How many?" she asked.

"About six pounds. I also put some damp moss at the bottom of the basket to keep it moist."

"I want them all."

Without any hesitation, as if afraid that Chen An would change his mind, Katie protected the wicker basket.

"Louis! Go to the accounting office and get the cash! Quickly!"

After saying that, she looked at Chen An again, her eyes now scrutinizing him. "I know the current market price."

"Regular dried goods are indeed expensive, but the price of fresh goods fluctuates greatly. Besides, yours hasn't been cleaned at all..."

"US$70 per pound," Chen An quoted directly.

This price is slightly lower than the acquisition price on the flyer, but considering that was the highest price...

Moreover, the undisturbed soil also has weight, making this a very fair and easily negotiable price.