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The paper package opened, and several dried monkey head mushrooms rolled onto the stove.

There was also a small glass jar, about the size of a palm, lying next to it.

It contained a thick, amber-colored liquid.

"Is this a monkey head mushroom from Changbai Mountain?" Old Song reached out and picked up a monkey head mushroom, bringing it close to the light bulb to examine it.

The mushrooms are plump, and the stems at the bottom are cut neatly.

The old leader, who had been eating special supplies for years, had a keen eye for detail.

"Sir, can this thing be eaten? It's not like it's been soaked in chemicals, is it?" Nanny Liu wiped her hands with her apron, her face full of suspicion.

Old Song didn't reply, and unscrewed the glass jar with one hand.

A strong floral fragrance suddenly wafted out.

"Top-grade linden honey." Old Song smacked his lips.

"This free stuff is way better than what the logistics department gives out during holidays. Xiao Liu, what are you staring at? Let's cook it!"

Nanny Liu quickly washed the pot and added water.

There were only two cabbages left in the house, so she broke the monkey head mushroom into pieces and threw them into the pot, and also added a handful of noodles.

Flames licked the bottom of the pot.

As soon as the water boiled, steam billowed out from the edge of the pot lid.

An overwhelming aroma burst forth.

It is mellow and fragrant, with the unique pine scent of the old forests of Changbai Mountain.

The smell was very strong, and it desperately seeped into the stairwell through the crack in the door.

Nanny Liu swallowed hard.

She stirred the pot a couple of times with a large ladle, making the aroma even stronger.

"Old Chief, please have a taste first." Nanny Liu ladled out a large bowl and brought it to the table.

Ignoring the heat, Old Song picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a mouthful of noodles, and slurped it into his mouth.

He picked up the bowl again and took a big gulp of soup along the rim.

After drinking the soup.

The old leader remained silent for a long time.

Nanny Liu felt uneasy.

Oh no, I hope this has caused some kind of health problem.

"Little Liu," Old Song put down his bowl, pointed to the pot, and said, "Go and bring over the rest."

"Okay! Alright!"

"This tastes amazing." Old Song wiped the soup from his mouth.

"The last time I ate such authentic mountain delicacies was back in the 1960s when I was inspecting the forest area. Those bastards in the special supply department usually just bought rotten wood!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door was slammed shut with a deafening bang.

"Old Song! Song Changhe! Open the door!" came Old Zhang from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection's booming voice from outside. "What are you doing hiding in your room eating alone! The smell is wafting all the way up to my third-floor apartment!"

The nanny, Liu, quickly ran to open the door.

Old Zhang, wearing a military overcoat, squeezed in.

He sniffed and headed straight for the dining table.

"Good heavens, the snow is so heavy that even special delivery vehicles can't get in. How can your family still afford such good food?" Old Zhang stared at the empty bowl on the table.

Old Song leaned back in his chair picking his teeth, and no one stopped him.

"Xiao Liu, go and serve Old Zhang half a bowl."

After finishing half a bowl of clear soup, Old Zhang slammed the bowl heavily on the table.

"So fresh!" Old Zhang wiped his face.

"Old Song, give me a heads-up about your connections. My wife has a heart condition and really craves this authentic mountain produce. Once the snow stops, I'll send my orderly to buy ten jin!"

Old Song pointed to the swill bucket in the corner.

"Go ask there. This afternoon some hothead forced it on Xiao Liu. He said it was some kind of 'meeting gift'."

"It was given to me for free, without costing me a penny."

Old Zhang stood there, stunned.

Was it given away for free?

Such high-quality specimens would sell for over a hundred yuan per kilogram in the premium section of a department store.

Who runs a business that wastes its products like this?

"Xiao Liu, did that hothead leave his business card?" Old Zhang asked, turning his head.

Nanny Liu slapped her thigh and quickly ran to the trash can to rummage through it.

When I was tearing the packaging just now, a piece of red paper did fall out.

She handed the red business card, which was covered in vegetable leaves, to Old Zhang.

The business card was printed in a flashy style with large font.

"Xiushan Industrial... No. 108 Zhongshan Road," Old Zhang muttered, squinting.

"A yearly subscription package for 99 yuan?"

Old Song also came over.

The two old men studied the business card for a long time.

"Delivery twice a month." Old Song pointed to the small print on the business card.

"Old Zhang, look, they even give us New Year's gifts and vegetables during holidays. Does that mean that for just ninety-nine yuan, they'll provide all the mountain produce for the whole year?"

Old Zhang slapped his thigh.

"This deal is exactly what we wanted!"

Old Zhang pointed to the heavy snow outside the window.

"Look at this awful weather! Our housekeeper can't even buy a single cabbage stalk. This other company delivers right to our door, so much more convenient!"

"Ninety-nine yuan sounds expensive, but if you spread it out over a whole year, it's less than ten yuan a month." Old Song quickly calculated the accounts in his mind.

For a family of their size, ninety-nine yuan is not a lot.

They wanted convenience and peace and quiet.

Most importantly, this first-time gift was incredibly generous.

The quality speaks for itself; no one is afraid of him passing off inferior goods as superior ones.

"No, I have to make a phone call." Old Zhang hurriedly walked to the living room and grabbed the red crank telephone.

The call was made to Old Li, who lives in Building 1 at the front.

"Hey? Old Li! Did a young man knock on your door this afternoon?" Old Zhang shouted into the microphone.

Old Li on the other end of the phone was getting angry.

"Don't even mention it! They came to sell things in the middle of the snow, and my nanny just threw them in the snow!"

"Get it back right now!" Old Zhang roared. "That paper package contains top-quality monkey head mushrooms and linden honey! Premium stuff! You ignorant old fool!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Immediately following was the sound of Old Li slamming down the phone and yelling at the nanny.

Old Zhang hung up the phone and grinned at Old Song.

"The owner of this shop called Xiushan Industry is a shrewd man. You won't find another shop like it in the provincial capital with this kind of scale and ambition."

"Once the snow melts and the roads are open, I need to go to Zhongshan Road myself. I need to order two of these 99-yuan set meals. I'll get one for my mother-in-law too."