Apocalypse: My Sweetie Is Tough but Cute-Chapter 242 - 241 The Little Girl Picking Mushrooms (1)
Chapter 242: Chapter 241: The Little Girl Picking Mushrooms (1)
Chapter 242: Chapter 241: The Little Girl Picking Mushrooms (1)
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After the rain, mushrooms had absorbed moisture underground and were sprouting in clusters.
There were many pickers, scattered here and there, chatting with people they knew and hurriedly picking on their own if they didn’t.
Fungi are highly nutritious, whether fresh or dried, making them an excellent food choice.
In the north, they are often used to stew meat, such as the classic dish, chicken stewed with mushrooms. The moment the pot is opened, the aroma is so enticing that it makes one’s mouth water.
Unfortunately, if you wanted to cook this dish now, you first needed chicken!
Without chicken, one had to settle for less and stew potatoes and cabbage instead; after all, such versatile ingredients can turn into a feast in the hands of someone skilled no matter what.
By midday, the sun had started to blaze hotly, leaving everyone’s faces and necks drenched in sweat, yet the enthusiasm for mushroom picking hadn’t diminished at all. The lush tree canopies in the woods offered some relief from the harsh sun.
If the sun was too harsh, they would stand in a shaded area before continuing.
In Su Shu’s group, Luo Gang and her had the fastest hands, taking advantage of their youth, while Fu Shiyin watched on, endlessly praising Su Shu’s efficiency.
Fu Shiyin had always thought that although Su Shu was young, she was good at housekeeping, taking care of children, and managing affairs. Seeing her handle this kind of task so competently today filled her with genuine affection.
Life should be like this, being able to live well through both good times and bad.
As Su Shu busied herself, she didn’t think too much about these things. Once one starts working, time and fatigue slowly fade from mind, and before she knew it, the large bag Su Shu had brought was full.
She straightened her back, stretched, and looked around. Everyone had gathered quite a bounty; the Luo family father and son might have gathered the most, nearly filling two bags. Old Ge and his spouse also had more than half a basket, and Su Shan, who had come to help, had gathered a basket and a half.
Su Shu checked the time on her wrist: “It’s already five o’clock.”
“Yes, we’ve been working for most of the day, let’s take a break,” said Grandma Fu, sitting down in a shaded area with Old Ge’s help.
Luo Gang came over with his eldest son Xiaozhi, placing the bags of mushrooms aside, and took out the pre-prepared meal to share with his son.
Old Ge’s family and Su Shu also gradually took out their lunch boxes.
Xiao’ai’s meal was in her little yellow duck container. Su Shu initially wanted to take it out for her, but Xiao’ai stopped her and reached in to fetch it herself.
In the mini lunch box were six small rice balls, made especially for her by Su Shu, neither too big nor too small for her.
Fu Shiyin took the water bottle her spouse handed her, drank a couple of sips, and noticed Xiao’ai’s cute lunch box.
“Oh, Xiao’ai, your rice balls are so cute, did your aunt make them especially for you?”
Sitting on a clean mound of earth, Xiao’ai looked down at her “rice balls,” her face lifting in pride.
The whole group chuckled at the scene.
Su Shu opened her own lunch box, which also contained rice balls, although hers were much larger than Xiao’ai’s mini ones. She opened another box, which held stir-fried potatoes and cabbage she had made.
She glanced over at the Luo family—Li Xiaoxia had brought fried rice with radish strips and pickled vegetables for her husband and son. Her eyes brightened—ah, she had forgotten she also had pickled vegetables in her stash. The Luo family’s must have been bought previously while at the relief center.
In Old Ge’s household, the old couple’s meal was much simpler: steamed buns paired with stewed cabbage.
