While chewing on the chicken legs, Zhou Chi said to Lu Zhicheng, "This is bamboo fungus. It lives on dead bamboos. It's the most delicious soup."
"What about this one?" Lu Zhicheng poured the plate of bamboo fungus into the pot and asked the plate next to it, "It looks fleshy, which is quite pleasing."
"This is Hericium." Zhou Chi looked at the plate of Hericium and curled his lips. "The Hericium at this time is the most delicious. Eat more. If you leave southern Xinjiang, you won't be able to eat it again." Such fresh Hericium mushrooms.”
"You really know everything."
Lu Zhicheng ate comfortably. He leaned cross-legged on the soft pillow and chatted comfortably with Zhou Chi. From time to time, he picked up mushrooms from the pot with chopsticks and ate them. He used to eat mostly dried mushrooms in the capital, and he rarely ate them. I really like eating fresh mushrooms that are so fresh and even have an earthy fragrance.
"I don't recognize them all," Zhou Chi said with a smile, picking up a piece of green mushroom and telling Lu Zhicheng, "Look, I've never seen this before, and this is my first time eating it."
"Why is it this color? Can it be eaten?" Lu Zhicheng frowned, with a look of doubt on his face, "Isn't this a poisonous mushroom? I heard that there are a lot of poisonous mushrooms in southern Xinjiang."
"How is that possible? It must be edible, otherwise the kitchen wouldn't dare to bring it over." Zhou Chi picked up a chopstick, rinsed the mushrooms in the pot, and put it into his mouth. He nodded immediately and tried his best to talk to Lu Zhicheng. Recommended, "Try it quickly. It may not look like much, but it tastes really good. It's juicy and juicy."
"Is it really edible?" Lu Zhicheng looked doubtful, but he still picked up a chopstick and rinsed it, then put it into his mouth, chewed it, and then nodded, "It's really good, better than the monkey head." The mushrooms are delicious.”
"Really?" Zhou Chi chuckled, taking a sip of the sour plum soup and asking, "This chicken must weigh three kilograms, right?"
"Three and a half kilograms," Lu Zhicheng smiled comfortably, "just enough to fill you up."
…
Three and a half kilograms of Wenchang chicken and about ten plates of mushrooms, the two of them felt comfortable eating, but they both felt a little dizzy because they were not sure if they were affected by the heat.
Zhou Chi was the first to put down his chopsticks, stumbled off the couch and walked toward the bed, waving his hands: "You can't drink any more, or you'll get drunk!"
"You're confused! We didn't drink!" Lu Zhicheng laughed while lying on the soft couch, and followed Zhou Chi off the couch. Seeing Zhou Chi collapse on the bed, he also climbed onto the bed with a smile. Pointing at Zhou Chi's face, he chuckled, "Zhou Chi, you... can't do it! You just drank a little bit of osmanthus wine, why are you drunk?"
"I didn't drink the sweet-scented osmanthus wine!" Zhou Chi hummed, patting Lu Zhicheng's hand and muttering, "I... I obviously drank Ner's red! Yes, it's Ner's red, thirty, thirty The four-year-old daughter is red…”
"Impossible! You obviously smell of osmanthus," Lu Zhicheng shook his head in disbelief. He sniffed Zhou Chi's neck and said proudly, "It just smells of osmanthus. If you don't believe it... don't believe it in yourself." Smell it!"
"Okay, I... I'll smell it..." Zhou Chi turned over and put his arms around Lu Zhicheng's neck. He also leaned in and sniffed hard, while chuckling, "It smells good... it smells really good..."
…
Lu Zhicheng had a dream.
Beautiful and ridiculous.
In the dream, he returned to the tenth day of March when he was sixteen years old. He was dressed in a fiery red groom's outfit, and to the festive sound of "Birds Paying Attention to the Phoenix", he walked into the mansion that fascinated him the most.