Crossing Over to Yamada Love

"Who told you to be so slow?" Mo Lan complained, then added, "Wait, I'll get you something to eat."

"Lanlan is so nice. I'll be waiting for you here." The chubby boy hurriedly praised Molan. He was still young, and there were rules everywhere in the Xue family mansion. It was a rare opportunity to relax outside, and he preferred to be carefree.

Mo Lan took a bowl, picked out a little bit of each of the dishes that Qiu and the others had prepared, and handed it to Xue Linglei, along with a large steamed bun.

Xue Linglei didn't stand on ceremony. He mixed the vegetables together and ate them with the steamed buns. Surprisingly, the vegetables tasted quite delicious when mixed together.

Wang and the others watched Xue Linglei eating heartily. Qiu said in a low voice, "This young master eats just like us."

"This child is good, not pretentious at all. It seems the young masters of the Xue family are quite good. Lan'er has good taste!" Madam Wang praised softly.

While the group was discussing, the chubby boy was eating heartily. Just as he finished, Steward Xue entered the backyard. When he saw the chubby boy, his lips twitched, and he thought to himself: My goodness, why are you eating in someone else's kitchen?

"Tenth Master, it's time to go. Fifth Master and Seventh Master are waiting for you," Steward Xue said, bowing to Xue Linglei.

"I'm leaving now." After saying this, the chubby boy wiped his mouth clean with a handkerchief, stood up, nodded to the group, and left.

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Time flies. Mo Lan has been living a good life lately. Although she's busy, she feels fulfilled. She spends her days eating and seeing handsome guys. In the mornings, she can see Chen Xuanjun, the young man who makes blood sausage for her, when she goes to town. At noon, she often sees the Xue brothers. Although they don't come every day, she sees them quite often. Cheng Xiao also often comes to eat something, and the sunny young man Liu Hu often brings her eggs. Mo Lan has become familiar with them all, and there's less of a sense of restraint among them.

"Sister, mushrooms! San'er found mushrooms!" Mo Lan, who was making cucumber pickles, heard San'er's shout and hurriedly ran over. The little guy was in front of the outhouse, holding a small, white mushroom in his hand.

Mo Lan glanced at it; it was dog's urination moss, not an edible mushroom. But since dog's urination moss had appeared, the first batch of mushrooms should be ready by now. There had been a light drizzle yesterday, and mushrooms tend to sprout after a light drizzle. No way! I have to go up the mountain and take a look. Mo Lan was itching to go and couldn't sit still.

"Grandma, Mother, the mushrooms should be ripe by now. I want to go up the mountain to take a look." Mo Lan began to discuss with Wang Shi and Qiu Shi.

"Everyone's busy here, no one's going up the mountain with you. How about in a few days?" Mrs. Qiu was busy with her work and was somewhat reluctant to let her daughter go up the mountain.

"How about I go with Grandpa? If no mushrooms grow, we'll come back." Mo Lan knew they definitely wouldn't let her go up the mountain alone, but they were all busy, and only Grandpa could accompany her.

"Lan'er, stay close to your grandfather and don't get separated. Be sure to pay attention..." Madam Wang earnestly instructed the two of them.

Mo Quan pulled the cart, with Mo Lan sitting on it, and the two set off towards the back mountain. As for why they were pulling the cart, it was because Mo Quan felt sorry for his granddaughter and was afraid she would get tired, so he insisted on taking her.

"Hello Grandpa Quan, hello Lanlan. What are you two doing?" Before the two even reached the back mountain, they encountered Cheng Xiao by the roadside, who was reading a book under a big tree.

"It's Cheng Xiao. Let's go see if any mushrooms have sprouted on the mountain. Why aren't you at home reading?" Mo Quan has been seeing Cheng Xiao a lot lately, and he no longer calls him "Young Master Cheng" but just calls him by his name.

“It’s quiet here, I can concentrate. Let’s go mushroom picking. I want to try it too.” Cheng Xiao put the book on the cart and asked to go with them.

“Young Master Cheng, there are a lot of mosquitoes in the mountains. Look how well my grandfather and I are covered up, with our heads wrapped in cloth and our trouser legs tied up. What if you get bitten like this?” Mo Lan didn’t mind having another person, but she was worried that Cheng Xiao would get bitten by mosquitoes, and she wouldn’t be able to explain herself if that happened.

"It's alright, I'm not afraid of mosquito bites." Cheng Xiao smiled and helped push the cart from behind.

When the three of them reached the foot of the mountain, they found a place to put the cart down. Then Mo Quan wrapped the cloth over Cheng Xiao's head and tied leg wraps around his legs before they went into the mountain.

The three ventured into the dense forest, their path frequently blocked by tree branches, requiring them to be especially careful not to touch their eyes.

Mo Lan likes to pick mushrooms and eat mushrooms, but picking mushrooms is a very hard job because it requires going into the forest. The weather is a bit hot, so you have to wear thick clothes and cover your head and feet tightly because there are the most mosquitoes this season, especially in the forest, where they buzz incessantly. Holding a branch to drive them away is of no use at all.

Mo Lan used a twig to rummage through the grass. "Hey, isn't that it?" Mo Lan went closer and saw that it really was a mushroom. It was a hazel mushroom that she often picked in the modern world. It was yellowish in color with brown rings inside, and there was a white protective ring around the base. "Yes, that's it!"

Mo Lan happily pulled it out, and then looked around. There were more nearby, one by one. Mo Lan started searching. Some were quite large, but they had been waterlogged by the rain and turned black. These couldn't be kept. Some were small, growing in clusters of several, which she particularly liked.

"Lanlan, I have so many here, come and pick some!" Cheng Xiao looked at the white mushrooms in front of her, feeling very excited. She hurriedly called out to Mo Lan.

Mo Lan ran over with her basket, and was speechless when she saw the mushrooms in front of her. There were so many! There were so many! But these weren't the mushrooms she wanted; they weren't edible.

"Ah, isn't this also a mushroom? And it looks so clean and white, can't we eat it?" Cheng Xiao asked, full of doubt.

"It's edible, but not very tasty. If you want some, you can pick some and take them home," Mo Lan said with a chuckle.

"What's the point of having it if it doesn't taste good? Let me see what kind of mushrooms you picked." Cheng Xiao looked through the mushrooms Mo Lan had picked, memorizing what they looked like.

"Alright, let's go look for them. This is the first batch of mushrooms, so there aren't many. Let's look slowly." After saying that, Mo Lan went to pull up some grass husks.

The three of them clung to the grass and burrowed into the woods, afraid of getting lost. They would call out from time to time to make sure the others hadn't gone far before continuing their search.

Mo Lan wiped the sweat from her neck and looked at the basket, which was almost full of mushrooms. She was very happy. The quality of these mushrooms was even better than those from modern times. They looked so good. It was really not easy to pick so many mushrooms from the first batch.

She called out to her grandfather and Cheng Xiao, and began to look for them.

Cheng Xiao was sitting on a tree stump. It used to be a big tree, but he didn't know if it had been cut down by someone or if it had died. Now it was lying there horizontally, and he could sit down and rest for a while. He really didn't expect that picking mushrooms would be so hard and painful. He didn't know how that little girl could endure it.

"Cheng Xiao, you're here. You must be exhausted. Let's head back." Mo Lan smiled at Cheng Xiao. It was rare for this pampered child to accompany them up the mountain for such a task. And Cheng Xiao was quite good; he had picked a lot of mushrooms.

"Okay, you've picked a lot! Let's go." Cheng Xiao quickly stood up, took the basket from Mo Lan, and wanted to walk with her.

"Wait, what's this?" Mo Lan noticed the mushrooms growing on the tree trunk where Cheng Xiao was sitting. The mushrooms were semi-circular, quite thick, and white with a slight yellow tinge. She went over to examine them closely and realized they were Yuan mushrooms!

Mo Lan was very excited. The Yuan mushroom was even tastier than the Zhen mushroom. It was second only to the monkey head mushroom in terms of taste among mushrooms. However, both the Yuan mushroom and the monkey head mushroom were rare, so most people rarely had the chance to eat them.

Mo Lan carefully picked the mushrooms.

"Isn't this a fake mushroom? It's different from the mushrooms you taught me about. I've seen several of these growing on tree trunks." Cheng Xiao was puzzled. Aren't these mushrooms fake? Why is Lanlan so happy picking them?

"This is a golden mushroom, not a fake one. It only grows on dead tree trunks. It's delicious. Where else have you seen it? Take me there quickly." Upon hearing that there were more, Mo Lan hurriedly picked all the mushrooms from the tree trunk. These things are hard to come by, and she didn't want to miss out.

"I don't remember either. How about I help you find it?" Cheng Xiao was a little embarrassed. All the places in the forest looked the same to him, and he couldn't tell which way to go.

"Let's go back, we'll look for it as we go." Mo Lan led Cheng Xiao, calling out "Grandpa" as they started walking back.

Finally, they reached the foot of the mountain and put the basket on the cart. Mo Lan held onto the front and back of her clothes to let the wind in, and took off all the coverings from her head and trouser legs. It was so hot that her face was covered in sweat and her body was soaked.

Cheng Xiao did the same. Seeing that Mo Lan was cooling herself off, he didn't pretend and lifted up his robe, fanning himself with the hem.

Mo Quan wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and said, "Girl, Cheng Xiao, you two get in the car, I'll give you a ride."

"Grandpa Quan, Lanlan can sit. I'm not tired, I can walk." Cheng Xiao refused to sit in the car and instead helped Mo Quan push the car.

Mo Lan didn't stand on ceremony and sat in the car. She was so exhausted that she didn't want to move once she lay down in the car.

Looking at the two baskets full of mushrooms, especially the basket full of button mushrooms, she sighed contentedly. Suddenly, she felt a surge of energy and began to sing her own adapted children's song:

A little girl picking mushrooms carries a small bamboo basket on her back early in the morning.

We walked together through the woods and hills.

She picked the most mushrooms, so many that they were countless, like the stars in the sky.

The mushrooms she picked were the biggest, as big as a small mountain filling her basket.

Sai luo luo luo sai li sai luo luo luo li sai.

Everyone knows how delicious the mushrooms in these mountains are, yet no one is willing to try them.

Dry them and make soup

Share it with everyone.

Sai luo luo luo sai li sai luo luo luo li sai.

Mo Quanben was exhausted, but listening to his granddaughter's childish nursery rhyme, he suddenly felt a sense of relief and renewed energy. His face lit up with a smile, and he strode forward.

Cheng Xiao, standing in the back of the car, felt a warmth in his heart as he watched the little girl singing nursery rhymes. That girl was always so genuine, so comfortable to be around. Her nursery rhymes were full of childlike wonder, and she wasn't selfish; she wanted to share them with everyone.