Volume 2, Chapter 335: Mushroom Feast.
People are puzzled as to how to be sure that mushrooms are non-toxic.
Chongming scratched his head and asked, "How do you know for sure? Is it because this mushroom makes you fart?"
Everyone covered their faces and tried to hold back their laughter.
Ye Tingmu was unhappy and glared at him.
Then he looked at the people around him and said:
"Don't you believe me?"
Everyone quickly expressed their opinions, "Believe it."
"I believe whatever the Sword Master says."
Ying Changle asked: "Can you tell me why it is no longer poisonous?"
Ye Tingmu sneered, with a smug look on his face.
"Based on my ancestors' 5,000 years of experience, you still wouldn't understand even if I told you. Eating mushrooms is a science. If you eat them well, they can nourish your yin and kidneys. If you eat them poorly, you will die."
"It's no exaggeration to say that in my hometown, there are at least 10,000, if not 100,000, species of fungi. We have a rigorous method for identifying whether they are poisonous or edible. For this kind of mushroom, if you blow on its cap and it makes a sound, it's edible. There's nothing wrong with that."
He spoke with great confidence and reason, but the group of people were confused and seemed to understand him only partially.
Du Tian patted his chest and said, "That's not bad. I was scared to death."
Ying Changle had some doubts in his mind. There were many mountains and mushrooms in the demon tribe. He had heard that many mortal beasts were poisoned by eating mushrooms.
And this mushroom is so dazzlingly red. The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is.
Then he asked again: "Are you sure your folk method will work?"
Ye Tingmu was unhappy and retorted immediately, his emotions slightly agitated.
"What do you mean by folk methods? Do you know that this is the truth that many people have gained at the cost of their lives? Can I joke about the reputation of our ancestors?"
Seeing how sure he was, they stopped talking and chose to believe him.
So this is the end of the discussion about whether mushrooms are poisonous or not.
Ye Tingmu waved his hand and directly directed everyone to pick mushrooms.
She was humming a song, "The little girl picking mushrooms..."
Let me put it this way, as a native of Yunnan in his previous life, he had been identifying mushrooms in this way since he was a child. The effect was very good, but it was a bit tiring for his mouth. Sometimes he would blow on something he shouldn’t, and his mouth would get swollen, haha.
But I can't die.
Soon, the group picked a large pile of mushrooms.
Put it on the ground.
After a simple cleaning, Ye Tingmu brought in a pile of firewood.
Everyone was very curious about how he would make a fire. After all, in the fairy world, no one used flint, matches or anything like that.
A spell or a fire talisman can easily solve it.
However, as a modern man, Ye Tingmu can easily make a fire.
He just grabbed a handful of hay.
He found two more sticks, processed them simply, and then started to make fire by drilling the wood together.
As he moved forward, he acted as fiercely as a tiger.
Thick smoke suddenly rose from where the wood intersected.
This scene made a group of people exclaim "Awesome".
Modern people are amazed by the magical skills of practitioners, and practitioners are also amazed by science.
Because these are areas they have never explored.
As the fire started.
Ye Tingmu took out the shield of the divine soldier that he had collected during the day and put it up directly.
Pour in water and mushrooms.
Just start cooking, it works great.
Soon as the water boiled, a fragrance wafted from the pot.
A group of people sat around, staring at the pot, pursing their lips and swallowing their saliva.
Ever since I embarked on this strange journey, I have not recovered my spiritual energy. After that battle, I was exhausted, but I had no food along the way and my storage bag was unusable.
I can only survive by eating leaves and grass every day. Now, even my shit is green.
I'm already very hungry.
Now I smell the aroma of mushrooms, it's amazing.
I can't stand it at all.
Everyone's stomach was rumbling.
Ye Tingmu added more firewood and wiped his mouth while talking, "This mushroom is really good. If you can get a chicken, it will be even better. Chicken and mushroom, have you ever tried it?"
Everyone shook their heads in confusion, their eyes never moving away from the steaming place.
"Hey, I'm telling you..."
Soon, as time went by, everything was settled.
Ye Tingmu waved his hand and said domineeringly: "The meal is ready, let's eat."
Upon hearing this, everyone took out their freshly sharpened chopsticks and started fighting.
Even Chongming and Ying Changle joined in.
The shadows of chopsticks crisscrossed and made crackling sounds in the field.
Everyone devoured the food voraciously, enjoying it to the fullest.
The chewing sound, the clinking sound of chopsticks and the satisfied voices of the crowd gradually echoed.
Voices of approval were heard from time to time.
"Hmm...Sword Master, this stuff smells really good."
“It’s really good.”
"I'll make some later, bring it with you..."
Ye Tingmu narrowed his eyes and smiled. This scene reminded him of his time on earth.
For the past three days, most people here haven't eaten, and I am the same. I only care about practicing. It has been a long time since it has been so lively.
Looking at the strange yet familiar faces, the firelight flickered, and the longing at this moment was like a tide.
I don't know when, my eyes turned red and tears began to well up.
He thought of those little guys. Every meal in the past was so lively. Maybe they didn’t eat very well every time, but they ate happily every time.
Baili Jianhan looked at Ye Tingmu and asked, "What's the matter, Sword Master? Why are your eyes red?"
Hearing this, everyone looked at him curiously, but they never stopped talking.
Ye Tingmu came back to his senses and rubbed his eyes.
"It's okay, I was just intoxicated by the smoke. Don't worry about me, just eat quickly..."
No one cared and continued to eat. Ye Tingmu also joined in. Only Ying Changle was still watching Ye Tingmu out of the corner of his eye. With your physique that kills without blinking, it is impossible for you to be smoked by the smoke. So he knew that Ye Tingmu must be a man with a story.
He may seem like a tough guy, but there is a hint of tenderness in his eyes that he can never hide.
A quarter of an hour later...
Baili Qianqiu was confused, "Sword Master, I think you are a little bit dizzy."
Ye Tingmu glanced at him unhappily.
"I think you are a little bit drifting."
Du Tian: "Wow, hahaha, I am the best in the world, everyone kneel down, haha..."
Chongming: "Hehe, my father is finally dead. From now on, I will be the new Demon Lord of the Demon Clan. All the girls will be mine, hahahaha."
Baili Jianhan: "I actually turned into a sword. It seems that I have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, turning my body into a sword..."
"Mom, did you see that? Your son has become successful. I married Li Qingmeng. Wow..."
"Look, I'm flying..."
"Eh....Why do I see that I am too breasty."
Ye Tingmu sneered, "Everyone, the heavenly tribulation has arrived, I am about to ascend, see you later."
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