Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

Lu Yu squatted down next to him and looked in the direction he was pointing.

He can now recognize quite a few mushrooms.

When he first arrived, he was also clueless about mushrooms.

Aside from a few common mushrooms found in supermarkets, I can't recognize any of them.

Later, I went up the mountain a few times with the old ladies in the village and gradually learned to identify different varieties.

"One of these is called green-headed mushroom, and the other is called rice soup mushroom, also known as lilac mushroom. Both of them are completely non-toxic."

"The green-headed mushroom looks green, but that's actually its camouflage. It won't be green after cooking, and it tastes very fresh. The rice water mushroom is also very tender after cooking."

"What about the ones over there?" Song Xijin's curiosity was piqued, and she poked at the few remaining porcini mushrooms next to her with her finger.

Those mushrooms were quite large, with yellowish-brown caps that looked quite docile, but the parts that had been touched had turned an eerie blue.

It looks like a bruise left after someone punched you.

As Lu Yu watched Song Xijin poking at the mushrooms, she quickly grabbed his hand and held it tightly, explaining to him, "This is a porcini mushroom, a local specialty, also known as 'Jianshouqing' (literally 'blue-skinned mushroom')."

"It turns green at the slightest touch. This mushroom is delicious, but it's slightly poisonous. It must be cooked thoroughly, otherwise you'll get poisoned if you eat it."

Song Xijin nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Then they must all be delicious, right?" Song Xijin asked with some anticipation.

Those dark mushrooms from last night were delicious; they smelled amazing when stir-fried with rice.

These unusual colors might each have their own unique charm.

"They each have their own flavor. You can try them all when the time comes. I'll eat the ones I don't like." Lu Yu stood up, rolled up her sleeves, and began to prepare the ingredients.

He washed the earthenware pot clean, put the prepared free-range chicken into a pot of cold water to blanch it, skimmed off the foam, put it into the earthenware pot, filled it with water, and put it on the gas stove to simmer slowly over low heat.

The aroma of chicken soup quickly filled the woodshed.

He carefully cleaned the green-headed mushrooms and rice-water mushrooms, gently brushing away the mud and sand from the gills with a small brush, and placed them in a draining basket to wait for cooking.

He tore those mushrooms into strips, fried them in oil until golden brown on both sides, and sprinkled them with only a little salt.

The aroma wafting from the frying process alone made Song Xijin lean against the kitchen door frame and ask several times.

"Lu Yu, is it ready to eat?"

He had never processed porcini mushrooms before, and he only knew the theory behind the processing methods given by the villagers.

Slice the garlic thinly, sauté it with garlic for a sufficient amount of time, heat the pan enough, and use plenty of oil.

Lu Yu wasn't confident, so he handed the task over to Xiao Ma.

Xiao Ma had learned how to treat Botrytis cinerea from an old woman in the village.

Xiao Ma patted his chest and said it was no problem. He had learned from the old lady in the village several times, and his stir-fry was even tastier than that of restaurants.

Xiao Ma busied himself at the stove next to him.

He sliced ​​the porcini mushrooms into even, thin slices and smashed several cloves of garlic, following the method taught by the locals.

Heat a wok with plenty of oil and a high flame. Sauté the garlic cloves until fragrant, then add the mushroom slices and stir-fry over high heat, stirring constantly with a spatula until each slice is slightly browned and the edges curl up.

Finally, I sprinkled some dried chili pepper pieces and Sichuan peppercorns on top, and drizzled a little light soy sauce to enhance the flavor.

The stir-fried porcini mushrooms have an irresistible aroma, with the garlic and mushroom flavors blending together to make your mouth water.

The chicken soup was almost done simmering; the broth had turned an enticing golden yellow, and the chicken fat floated on the surface, glistening.

Lu Yu poured the prepared green-headed mushrooms and rice soup mushrooms into the earthenware pot and simmered them for another ten minutes.

After the green-headed mushrooms were put into the pot, the strange greenish-blue color disappeared and turned into a warm, light grayish-brown.

Soon, a rich aroma wafted from the pot, irresistible to all.

The rich aroma of chicken, the delicate fragrance of green-headed mushrooms, and the sweet umami of rice-soup mushrooms blend together.

As soon as the meal was ready, Song Xijin couldn't wait to sit down at the table and wait.

He hadn't eaten much breakfast, but the aroma was so enticing that he was now hungry.

Lu Yu called Xiao Ma over to eat with them.

The three people sat around a small wooden table, which was covered with food.

A pot of mushroom and chicken soup, stir-fried porcini mushrooms with garlic, stir-fried cured pork with garlic sprouts, a plate of stir-fried leafy greens, and braised crucian carp.

There were also a few golden-brown fried matsutake mushrooms.

Lu Yu didn't really like the texture of porcini mushrooms; he always found them slippery and a bit strange.

I only picked up two chopsticks to taste the flavor before putting it down.

On the contrary, Song Xijin liked it very much.

He couldn't stop eating the porcini mushrooms because of their unique smooth texture and rich wild mushroom aroma.

He ate almost half of that small plate of porcini mushrooms by himself.

The rest went mostly into the little horse's stomach.

As Xiao Ma ate, he kept praising the recipe, saying that the way Grandma taught him was indeed reliable and much tastier than the mushrooms in the restaurants in the city.

Song Xijin drank two small bowls of the mushroom and chicken soup.

The soup is clear, sweet, and delicious, with the umami flavors of the green-headed mushrooms and rice-soup mushrooms fully infused into it. The chicken is stewed until it is so tender that it falls off the bone and crumbles when picked up with chopsticks.

After finishing his second bowl, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his stomach, feeling that this was the most comfortable meal he had eaten in the past two months.

After finishing her meal and cleaning up, Song Xijin felt a little sleepy.

During the time Lu Yu disappeared, he couldn't sleep at all. Even after taking sleeping pills every night, he could only sleep for four or five hours.

Every time I close my eyes, all I see is Lu Yu's last WeChat message and that glaring red exclamation mark.

Now that Lu Yu is right next to him, all the sleep he owed him came rushing back to him at once.

Song Xijin wasn't at the point where he could fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes; he still wanted to talk to Lu Yu.

He pulled Lu Yu to sit on the bed and asked her about what had happened on the film set recently.

Lu Yu leaned against the headboard, pulled him into her arms, and patiently explained to him.

As they were talking, Lu Yu noticed that Song Xijin next to him seemed a little off.

Song Xijin's eyes were half-open, her eyelashes trembling, as if she was trying hard to stay awake.

But his eyes were unfocused, his pupils were slightly dilated, and his gaze was unfocused as he stared at a button on his shirt.

Lu Yu cupped his face, making him look into her eyes.

"Xi Jin, are you feeling unwell?"

Song Xijin looked at Lu Yu as instructed, her gaze falling on his face, but her eyes still held a strange expression.

He raised his hand, his soft fingers gently touching Lu Yu's nose, from the bridge to the tip, as if studying something interesting.

Song Xijin's fingers were slightly cool, and when they touched Lu Yu's skin, they felt light, soft, and unreal.

"Lu Yu, how did you shrink?" Song Xijin's voice was filled with confusion and innocent curiosity.

This was completely different from his usual cold and aloof tone.

Lu Yu frowned, her heart skipped a beat.

He remembered the stir-fried porcini mushrooms he had for lunch.

Song Xijin ate about half of it. He didn't notice how many bites he ate at the time, but now that he thinks back, it must have been at least half a bowl.

He had a bad feeling and gripped Song Xijin's wrist.

"Xijin, is anything bothering you? Tell me."

"Does your head hurt? Do you feel nauseous? Do you see double?"

Song Xijin shook her head slowly.

"No... I'm just a little dizzy, and I feel like you're swaying."

He suddenly smiled after he finished speaking.

Her smile carried a childlike surprise and satisfaction, a smile that Song Xijin would never normally show on her face.

His hand slid down Lu Yu's nose, along his arm, and down to his thigh.

The movements were light and airy, as if they were touching something they shouldn't be touching.

"Lu Yu, so you really are a mermaid..."

Song Xijin looked up, her eyes sparkling.

As if he had discovered a earth-shattering secret, he said solemnly, "Let me touch your tail, okay?"

His hand was already touching Lu Yu's thigh, his movements completely haphazard.