Chapter 262 261. Mutated Elm Yellow Mushroom

No mushroom in the world can resist Huaiyu's sweet words.

The same goes for the mutated elm mushroom.

What's more, it has been a mushroom growing alone in this cave since the disaster. It is very naive and easy to deceive... ahem, it's just that Mushroom is beautiful and kind-hearted.

There was no need to rub the dogtail grass on the body. It could drop a thick layer of spore powder just by shaking itself. Huai Yu quickly stopped him:

"Don't get excited, don't get excited!"

"There are so many spores falling at once, I can't collect them all - come, don't move, I'll sweep them slowly."

If it falls any more, she will be covered in it when she sleeps at night.

To show her sincerity, she also instructed Zhou Qian, who was standing by and staring at her in amazement: "Brother Zhou Qian, where is the water from steaming the locust flowers? Pour it on this piece of wood to wet it."

Then he raised his head again and continued to look up at the elm yellow mushroom: "This water is still a little hot now. When the wood cools down, roll it in the spore powder on the ground and then take it back to the bushes outside."

She made a big promise: "Just think about it, if it rains, with the ability of your spores, the trees will be covered with trees!"

Of course not! The elm yellow mushroom was also proud: before it mutated, it grew randomly in the woods, and once it grew into a large cluster, a dead tree trunk might produce a large number of them. Which mountain hiker would not be happy to see it? Now that the spores accumulated for many years have finally reproduced, the whole mushroom has expanded, and Huai Yu is so anxious - don't open it, or the mushroom will be old!

She made a prompt decision: "But, as you can see, we have nothing to eat when we came up the mountain. It's so pitiful."

"If you don't mind the pain, can you let me pick some mushrooms to make some soup?"

Such a large area of ​​elm yellow mushrooms, and the mood is so easily affected, the variation value must be high. And as we all know, it tastes better after it exceeds the critical point.

Huaiyu looks pitiful.

Zhou Qian stood not far away and didn't dare to breathe - that is to say, it is not necessary to drink this mushroom soup, right?

However, the elm yellow mushroom didn't mind at all. After all, plants don't feel pain. Its spores are everything to it! It must produce thousands of elm yellow mushrooms throughout the mountain!

So Huaiyu waved to Zhou Qian and said, "Brother Zhou Qian, you are tall, please help me pick a tender piece and cut off a slice."

Zhou Qian: …

Captain Zhou, who had been in and out of the wilderness several times, had never heard of such an outrageous request.

But seeing Huaiyu's expectant look, he slowly relaxed his tense body and went to the stove to get the kitchen knife.

The elm yellow mushroom has mutated over the years, and the mushroom cap has opened up, but this does not affect its tenderness at all.

Use a heavy kitchen knife to cut from the edge. Except for the slightly hard aging shell on the surface, the inside feels like cutting ordinary mushrooms.

It was soft and flexible. If it was stewed, it would absorb the soup and the juice would splash when you bite it! Zhou Qian realized that he was distracted and could not help but use more force, accidentally cutting a large piece.

Huaiyu came over to take a look: "So many?"

But it doesn’t matter: “Brother Zhou Qian, please help me cut some thin branches later. We can use the leftovers to grill mushroom skewers.”

After saying that, she couldn't help but give Zhou Qian a look of praise. She was afraid that he would be too embarrassed to make a move!

Zhou Qian stood aside silently holding the heavy elm yellow mushroom, silently peeling off the aging shell on it bit by bit. The brown hard shell fell to the ground. Huai Yu couldn't help but turn his head to look at the elm yellow mushroom: "Well, if we pass by you when we go down the mountain, can you give me another big piece?"

She seemed embarrassed: "Look at your shell, it's just the right size. We don't even need to cover it with mud when we take it home. We can just bury it in the stove ash and slowly roast it. The beggar mushroom that comes out must be really delicious!"

“You look delicious,” she praised.

The elm yellow mushroom is in full bloom.

As a non-toxic mushroom, it is destined to be eaten! What’s more, it is delicious!

It shook again, and seeing Huaiyu happily rolling its wet trunk on the ground, with a light layer of yellow powder spores on its colorful bark, it couldn't help but agree.

Fungi are very difficult to kill. As long as its spores are still growing, it can wake up at any time on a new mushroom! It's just an old shell, eat it if you like!

The elm yellow mushroom quickly returned to its quiet nature.

As a mushroom, it essentially likes to hide in a corner, and it would be best if the whole world ignores it.

Now they have mustered up the courage to reproduce, but when they see their wish come true, the wet piece of wood is thrown into the jungle, and immediately becomes motionless again, unilaterally blocking the whole world.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Zhou Qian sat down in silence, watching Huai Yu boil water again, put the fried shrimps from lunch and the freshly cut mushrooms into the pot, and cooked a pot of mushroom soup with a light salt taste.

Others cut into pieces, hammered the dried chilies into small pieces, and rubbed them with garlic, shrimp oil, and salt. Then Huai Yu urged them, "Brother Zhou Qian, go and cut some twigs!"

When the soup in the pot is ready, they can grill the mushrooms directly.

Paired with the solid flatbread that I baked myself, dinner was once again a combination of meat and vegetables, and delicious.

This time, Zhou Qian, who was very good at sharpening thin branches, had already learned the habit. When Huaiyu was threading the sticks, he took the initiative to help take the light layer of spore powder on her sleeping bag outside and shake it off.

While shaking, he couldn't help but look up at the top of his head and thought that the extremely powerful mushroom that Kuang Biao described, which would parasitize the human body and constantly reproduce and mutate, would probably not pose any threat in the future.

Then he couldn't help but look at Huaiyu.

The weather was hot, and she was just bringing down the soup pot. Because she was close to the fire, her cheeks were roasted a little red, and layers of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose and forehead.

The firelight danced in her eyes, and every blade of grass and every tree in the mountains were kind and communicative in her heart.

Just like the mutant elm yellow mushroom this time, who knows whether its parasitic nature is because the spores cannot be ejected? Looking at the spore powder that can't be swept away and easily splashes all over the floor, he finally stood up again and picked up the backpack: "I'll also pick some leaves to make the bed."

If you really sleep on the cold stone slab, your nose will be filled with spores if you turn your head to one side at night.

But this kind of work was really not suitable for him, because the trees on the mountain had been growing for many years, and they were all tall and big, with no side branches that would actively extend their branches and leaves to him.

So when he struggled to gather a whole basket of leaves, Huai Yu was already in the cave, holding a handful of grilled mushroom skewers and waving at him: "Brother Zhou Qian! Come quickly! This is really delicious!"

Update one.