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"Oh? Xiao Cheng and Xiao Tian are back?" Yan Lei looked up at the sound, his hands still covered in yellow mud.

"Perfect timing, Xiao Cheng, go and process the mushrooms in the kitchen for me, wash them and cut them into pieces," Yan Lei instructed naturally.

Wang Zheng's voice drifted over at this moment: "Teacher Yan, Teacher Cheng, if you want to roast mushrooms, it's best to stir-fry them until they're just cooked through before roasting, otherwise they might not be fully cooked."

"Understood." Cheng Che gave Wang Zheng an "OK" sign.

This is something we're going to eat, so it definitely won't do if it's not cooked thoroughly.

Upon hearing Wang Zheng's words, Yan Lei paused in his handwashing motion, a smile that seemed to say, "I understand what you mean, but you don't understand what I mean."

"Old Wang is right. We really have to be extra careful when handling mushrooms," he agreed.

"However..." Then she changed the subject.

"If it's not purely charcoal grilled, but rather stir-fried until just cooked through before grilling, the flavor will definitely be much different." Teacher Yan's tone was quite professional. "How about this, I'll grill a skewer myself first and study the heat control."

He had just finished washing his hands, and then pulled out a handful of chanterelle mushrooms from somewhere and washed them as well.

"Let's use these chanterelle mushrooms. They're not poisonous, and eating them raw might just give me a stomachache at worst—but that's okay, I'm healthy, I'm not afraid!"

He kept a few for himself and gave the rest to Cheng Che.

Cheng Che took the chanterelle mushrooms and headed to the kitchen.

Teacher Yan started a fire on her own, skewered the chicken oil mushrooms on bamboo sticks, and put them on the fire.

He squatted there, his eyes gleaming, like Lao Tzu refining elixirs.

But it's more like the Monkey King saw Laozi refining elixirs.

[Wang Zheng: Mushrooms are difficult to cook; if you don't cook them properly, you'll die! Yan Lei: It's okay, others might die from eating them, but I might not!]

[Teacher Yan: Why should I, Yan Lei, need to explain my actions to others throughout my life?!]

[It seems like Teacher Yan is the type of person who would grill wild pufferfish himself.]

[It seems like Professor Yan is the kind of person who, if he catches a blue-ringed octopus in the sea, would make it into sashimi and try it.]

[It seems like Teacher Yan is the kind of person who, even if he sees a lion running towards him, would laugh out loud and knock the lion's eye out, hiding Lu Mingfei.]

……

Cheng Che went into the kitchen, and Tian Xiwei followed him in, saying she wanted to help him.

The two first separated the various mushrooms, washed them clean with water, and then began to cut them.

First came termite mushrooms, then green-headed mushrooms, and then a type of porcini mushroom they traded for.

Next, I cut into the chanterelle mushroom.

There were three small portions of chanterelle mushrooms. One portion was obtained by Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei from an old man at the market, one portion was picked by Teacher Yan from the mountain, and the last portion was given to Cheng Che by Teacher Yan after she washed them herself.

Cheng Che glanced at them briefly and found that these chanterelle mushrooms looked no different at first glance; they were all golden yellow.

"Huh?" He was taken aback. "By the way, there are already two portions of chanterelle mushrooms. Where did the bunch that Teacher Yan gave me come from?"

"He probably left it there on purpose," Tian Xiwei said.

"That's true."

Without much thought, Cheng Che cut the old man's portion first, then the portion that Teacher Yan brought.

Everything was fine when I cut the old man's portion of chanterelle mushrooms.

Nothing happened to the chicken oil mushrooms that Teacher Qie Yan left in the kitchen.

Until Cheng Che cut into the chanterelle mushrooms that Teacher Yan had washed and personally handed to him outside—

He made a cut and quickly chopped the mushroom into pieces.

Then, the movement suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Tian Xiwei asked.

"Look at these mushrooms."

Cheng Che picked up a piece of "chicken oil mushroom" and held it up in front of himself and Tian Xiwei.

Upon closer inspection, Tian Xiwei was astonished to find that a milky white liquid was oozing from the cut of the "chicken oil mushroom".

She suddenly remembered what the old man at the market had said not long ago—that there was a fake "chicken oil mushroom" that would leak milk when torn open.

"Is this the 'milk' that old man at the market was talking about?"

The two men looked at each other in bewilderment.

Just before they went into the kitchen, was Teacher Yan planning to roast chicken oil mushrooms?

So here's the question: what did he grill, chanterelle mushrooms or "chicken oil mushrooms"?

Cheng Che turned and strode out of the kitchen.

……

yard.

Yan Lei was squatting in front of the grill he had built himself, his posture not elegant, but very focused.

He held up a string of freshly grilled mushrooms, their surfaces slightly charred and steaming, sprinkled with some simple seasonings.

It looks really good.

"Hmm... I reckon it's cooked!"

"This chanterelle mushroom is known as one of the 'Four Famous Mushrooms of the World'! It is said to taste like apricot. I'll try it and see if it lives up to its reputation."

After Teacher Yan finished explaining the science, she brought the kebab to her mouth and took a small bite.

Then--

He chewed twice, then frowned, his expression shifting from anticipation to confusion.

"Something's not right. This tastes so strange. It's not fresh at all, and it even tastes a bit astringent and bitter."

As he spoke, he continued to savor the words, unwilling to give up.

I discovered that this thing was not only not delicious, it could only be described as awful.

Is my cooking really that bad?!

Teacher Yan's expression gradually turned ugly, but in order to hide the fact that he was a "poor cook," he forced himself to look better.

Just as I was about to say a few words to help, I heard Cheng Che shout—

"Teacher Yan, stop eating! Throw it out!"

"That thing you ate was poisoned!"

"poisonous?"

Yan Lei's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, and he threw all notions of dignity and culinary skills to the winds.

He kept spitting out the bits of food he hadn't swallowed yet, making "pui pui pui" noises repeatedly.

Yan Lei was just a bit stubborn and a bit innovating, but he wasn't mentally ill and didn't want to "be buried in the yellow earth"!

Cheng Che's shout also drew the attention of everyone else in the courtyard.

"What's wrong?" Xu Anan asked.

"It's good that you spat it out..." Cheng Che breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yan Lei was able to spit out the mushrooms.

He explained, "When I was cutting the chanterelle mushrooms just now, I noticed that milky sap started flowing out as soon as I cut them open."

"When Xiaotian and I were buying mushrooms at the market, the old man at the stall told us that there is a kind of fake chanterelle mushroom that is poisonous. Its characteristic is that when you break it open, it will ooze 'milk'."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room turned pale, and Teacher Yan's face darkened even more.

Not far away, Wang Zheng, who was squatting there eating a boxed lunch, threw down his chopsticks, making a sharp popping sound.

"Is it serious?" Xu Anan asked again.

"I don't know, but the old man said it would cause a stomachache," Tian Xiwei added.

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

【?? Poisonous? Isn't this just chanterelle mushroom? It looks exactly the same as the ones Cheng Che and Xiao Tian bought!】

I did a quick search, and there really is a type of fake chanterelle mushroom called "pseudo-chanterelle," which looks almost exactly like a regular chanterelle, but it's poisonous. Eating it can cause diarrhea and stomach aches, and in severe cases, hospitalization may be necessary!

[Wang Zheng, are you scared?]

Wang Zheng was terrified—

He strode up to Yan Lei and asked, "Teacher Yan, how are you? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"It should be fine." Yan Lei had already come to his senses by now. He wiped his mouth and tried to appear calm. "I only ate a small bite, and I even spat it out."

"This was an oversight by the production team," Wang Zheng apologized.

"That shouldn't be the case. Didn't we have an expert examine us before?" Xia Ziyi said.

"This is something I didn't expect either." Wang Zheng touched his head, feeling that this accident came even more suddenly than his bald head.

For this step, he specially invited a local expert to identify each mushroom individually not long ago.

Unexpectedly, it almost led to a tragedy.

"I guess that expert was too careless," Wang Zheng said angrily.

your sister!

It almost ruined my career!

Just wait for my lawyer's letter!

Upon hearing this, Cheng Che was somewhat puzzled, recalling that the poisonous mushrooms were given to him separately by Teacher Yan at the very end...

He looked at Yan Lei and saw the other man scratching his head awkwardly.

"It's my fault." His voice lacked confidence. "I didn't bring a basket when I went up the mountain, I only brought a plastic bag. Later, when it was full, I just stuffed a portion of chanterelle mushrooms into my pocket."

He paused, and under the intense gaze of everyone, forced himself to continue:

"I forgot about it when the experts were examining me."

"I just remembered. It looked the same as the others, so I figured it would be fine and used it directly."

"..."

[666 almost got you, you old bastard, unharmed!]

Man's greatest enemy is indeed himself.

[If we had said this any later, Wang Zheng's lawyer's letter would probably have already been thrown in the experts' faces.]

[Expert: I implore Heaven! Let it discern the loyal from the treacherous!]