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"Dad, you and Wu Lang, help clean all these pottery jars, then dry them one by one, and put them in the sun to dry for a while before the sun sets."

Ye Changyan pointed to the jar on the ground and gave instructions.

"Okay, brother!"

Having said that, Wulang went to wash the pottery jars with his father.

Ye Changyan took a look at the several large baskets of mushrooms before giving instructions to Lian and Erniu.

"Mom, you and Erniu, first prepare the mushrooms in this basket like I did."

As he spoke, Ye Changyan demonstrated by tearing the large chanterelles into thumb-sized pieces, and then breaking apart the cap and stem of the chicken mushroom, tearing the cap into small pieces and placing them individually in a colander, and tearing the stem into small strips and placing them individually in another colander.

The mother and her two sons quickly finished processing a basket full of mushrooms.

"Mom, Erniu, you all need to pay attention to every step I take. I'll demonstrate this first pot, and then you'll take turns to do it."

Lian and Erniu both nodded excitedly.

"Fire!"

Ye Changyan cleaned the cauldron. Hearing Ye Changyan's instructions, Erniu quickly lit the fire.

Ye Changyan scooped nearly half of the oil into the pot, then turned around and prepared some spices he had just bought.

"Mom, Erniu, watch carefully. Put the chopsticks into the oil. When you see small bubbles on the chopsticks, you can pour the chili onions, ginger and garlic into the pot first."

Lian and Erniu listened and watched seriously.

Ye Changyan used a spatula to slowly stir-fry the ingredients in the pot. The spicy onion was the onion in his previous life. Ye Changyan felt that people in this world had given him a very appropriate name.

When the surface of the chili began to turn slightly yellow, Ye Changyan picked up several spices that he had prepared in advance.

"When you see the surface of the chili begin to bubble and turn slightly yellow, add these spices into the pot."

Soon, a strong fragrance wafted through the yard. Goro smelled the fragrance and ran over to see.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

"Go and clean your pottery jars, or it will be too late when you need them later."

Wu Lang ran back to wash the cans reluctantly.

As time went by, the spicy onions, ginger, garlic and other seasonings in the pot were fried until golden and crispy.

"When you see the chili, onion, ginger, garlic and other spices turning brown, use a strainer to scoop out all the spices."

Lian and Erniu looked at it very carefully and seriously.

Ye Changyan picked up the sieve filled with the caps of Acanthopanax foetida, grabbed two handfuls and threw them into the pot. Suddenly, steam rose from the pot and the originally clear oil began to become turbid.

Ye Changyan used a spatula to stir the mushrooms, and after the water vapor had basically disappeared, he poured all the caps of the chicken mushrooms in the colander into the pot in two batches.

While Ye Changyan was stir-frying, he explained the details and key points to Lian and Erniu. The mother and daughter were like two good students and did not dare to be distracted at all.

After the caps of the chanterelles were softened by frying, Ye Changyan put the chanterelles into the pot in batches according to the previous method, stirring them constantly with a spatula.

After a while, seeing that the oil gradually became clear, Ye Changyan grabbed the stalks of the chicken mushrooms again and put them into the pot in batches according to the previous method, stirring them constantly with a spatula.

Then Ye Changyan picked up the salt shaker and put salt into the pot. While doing so, he explained to Lian's mother and daughter the details such as the amount of salt to be added.

The aroma became stronger and stronger as it drifted away. Goro smelled it, swallowed his saliva, and quietly ran over to look several times.

Although Ye Xiaozheng was wiping the washed pottery jar carefully, he swallowed his saliva from time to time.

Lian's mother and daughter stood by the pot, the aroma lingered around them, and they kept swallowing their saliva.

As the oil soup gradually became clear, the mushrooms in the pot turned golden and shiny.

"Erniu, it's time to finish the fire."

As she spoke, Erniu gently covered the burning branches with ashes, and the fire was quickly extinguished.

Ye Changyan picked up the colander, scooped out the golden and shiny mushrooms from the pot, and put them into a ceramic bowl that had been prepared in advance.

After all of them were fished out, Ye Changyan picked up a piece of golden and shiny mushroom from the pottery basin and put it into his mouth.

"Hiss!" It's a little hot, "What a nice smell!"

When Wulang heard his brother say that it smelled good, he ran over again. While no one was paying attention, he quickly picked up a piece of mushroom from the ceramic bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hiss! What a nice smell!" It was indeed a little hot, but this unprecedented fragrance quickly conquered Wulang's taste buds.

Ye Changyan stretched out his hand and pointed at Lian and Erniu, indicating that they should also have a taste.

Lian and Erniu were a little reserved, but seeing Sanlang and Wulang's enjoyment on their faces, they carefully picked up a piece and put it into their mouths.

"Mmm, it smells so good!"

Lian and Erniu exclaimed in praise almost in unison, their eyes widening in amazement.

"Dad, you try it too!"

As he spoke, Goro quickly picked up a piece of mushroom and ran towards his father who was wiping the pottery jar.

In the evening, gusts of mountain breeze blew, and many people in Shanglin Village two miles away smelled an unprecedented fragrance.

It was dinner time, and the simple meals in the countryside were already very bland, but the sudden fragrance made everyone's mouths water, making the simple meals in front of them even more difficult to swallow.

Many villagers came out to check, but could not find the source of the fragrance.

In the old house of the Ye family, old lady Guo had been ill for several days. She felt a little better today, but when she saw the dinner on the table, she had no appetite at all.

Although the old lady was old, she had a very sensitive nose. A gust of fragrant breeze wafted by, instantly stimulating her taste buds, and the old lady felt saliva welling up in her mouth.

In Yejia Village, a family was eating freshly fried mushrooms with gusto.

"It's so delicious! Brother, why is this mushroom you made so delicious? I feel like I'm about to swallow my tongue."

Wu Lang looked at Ye Changyan with some exaggeration, then reached out and grabbed a mushroom and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It seems that our experiment was successful!" Ye Changyan was also very excited. "We will have this mushroom with white rice for dinner tonight."

That night, Erniu cooked half a pound of rice more than usual, but it was still eaten up. Wulang alone ate three big bowls.

"Wulang, take it easy and don't overeat."

"Mom, don't worry, I'm growing up."

"Wulang, meals like this will be available often in the future."

"Really? Brother, it would be great if I could eat such delicious food often!"

Seeing that every member of the family was enjoying the delicious food, Ye Changyan was very happy. He sighed that in his previous life, this ceramic bowl of fried chicken mushrooms would have been worth a lot of money. The key point was that you might not be able to buy the authentic one even if you spent money.

At this moment, Ye Changyan felt a different vibration in his arm, this time it was more violent and lasted longer. He checked it quietly and was instantly shocked. Favorability +80. Ye Changyan was a little confused for a moment. He didn't understand from beginning to end how the favorability increased.

Wu Lang, who was the last one to put down his bowl, saw Ye Changyan in a daze. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he excitedly shouted at Ye Changyan.

"I see, brother, are you planning to sell this mushroom for money?"

Seeing Wu Lang's excited face, Ye Changyan raised the corner of his mouth, but said mysteriously.

“We don’t sell, we give.”