Chen Shu was no stranger to cooking mushrooms.
Wild mushrooms were delicious and expensive, but to people from Yuanzhou, they were nothing unusual—no different from ordinary vegetables. Naturally, there was no need to fuss over them. Most pointless fussing came from scarcity, and Yuanzhou had no shortage of mushrooms.
Chen Shu planned to stir-fry some blue-staining boletes, fry chicken-fat mushrooms with green peppers, then grab some morels, Agaricus blazei, and termite mushrooms to stir-fry with cured pork. All homestyle dishes.
He would use the remaining mushrooms to make a pot of soup—a chicken-and-mushroom hotpot. They could cook other vegetables in it too; otherwise, there would not be enough for Zhang Suannai.
"Chen Banxia? Chen Banxia?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh! You're not asleep? That's rare."
"What do you need your big sister for?"
"Use the delivery app to buy an old hen from Lemon Supermarket. Don't have them chop it up; I'll do that myself." Chen Shu paused. "While you're at it, talk it over and buy some vegetables Joy likes that work well in a soup hotpot."
"Got it..."
"It's mushroom soup. Use your judgment, and don't come back with tripe or duck intestines."
"Do you think I'm that stupid?"
"Hard to say."
"What kind of old hen should I buy?"
"If you don't know which one to buy, get the most expensive."
It's not my money anyway, Chen Shu muttered inwardly.
Chen Banxia did not mind. Her voice came again. "I also have some ham I brought from Yuanzhou. Want it?"
"Yes!"
Ham went wonderfully with wild-mushroom hotpot.
Chen Shu kept slicing the blue-staining boletes.
Blue-staining boletes were a type of bolete named for the way their cut surfaces quickly changed color. They had a delicious flavor and distinctive texture, but nine times out of ten, their fame came from their