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Chapter 45 Lu Chi: I will deliberately preserve the original flavor of the ingredients.

Ran Qingfeng watched from afar as the dog lurked around, its eyes pleading with greed, yet also afraid of being beaten. Its paws were wagging like a little dog begging for food, practically begging for food.

"You're my fucking dad!" Lu Chi spat out the words through gritted teeth, shouting, "Send a few men!"

"Lock Lu is here!"

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Weizi, come here and kowtow to the master!"

Lu Chi led a group of people to the tool shed and handed each of them a shovel: "Over there, dig up the vegetables!"

"Where are the vegetables?"

"Under the snow, I forgot where I buried it, but it's just this area, covered with pine branches, so it's easy to find."

"..."

A group of people stared at the so-called vegetable garden, which was nestled between a natural stone wall and a grove of trees, and fell into deep thought. It was true that the snow-covered bird food was a natural, warm, and humid refrigerator, but the depth of more than a meter was really inappropriate and impolite.

The tall and burly Shule struggled desperately, saying, "By the wall? Or somewhere else? It can't just randomly refresh over such a large area, can it?"

Lu Chi thought for a moment: "Lean against the wall!"

A group of people breathed a sigh of relief, gestured with their fingertips as if indicating a universe, and exclaimed, "Get it!"

The feeling of pine branches is different. After scouting the location, in less than 20 minutes, they dug out the hill below that was piled up with various bags. Inside the bags were two fist-sized wild vegetable dumplings wrapped in plastic wrap, which had already been blanched or preliminarily processed. And there was an unexpected harvest as well.

"Hey, this frozen cabbage is pretty good! Look at those little green leaves!"

"On the hour?"

"Go ahead and shovel some up! We're already at the Lu family's house, no need to be polite. Treat us like it's our own home!"

"Lawless, get out of my house right now!"

As they swung their shovels, smashing the frozen cabbages, they caught a glimpse of Lu Chi rolling out of another warehouse a small vat, about half a person's height.

"Damn it, Lao Lu is really hiding his true colors. When he said he lived in the mountains, I thought it was... you know... anyway, you know what I mean. This bastard's family is really well-off, they have a car, a house... uh... that..." Shu Le felt the gazes fixed on his face, and after a meaningful pause, he continued, "Look at him, look at me. Damn it, my whole house isn't even a fifth the size of any one of his dozen or so row houses!"

The honest and unassuming Li Weiwei remarked quietly, "Lao Lu looks quite respectable, doesn't he?"

"Come on, guys, no need for further explanation. 'Looking presentable' is the highest compliment." Zhou Zijin watched as a group of female classmates swarmed around Lu Chi, tears of jealousy welling up in his eyes. "Damn it, they're already surrounding me. Why is it that when I even get close enough to say hello, they all scatter like chickens and dogs? Thinking back to Gongjin (Lu Chi's courtesy name) in his prime, he was a handsome and dashing figure. Why, why is this happening? What does it mean?"

Wan Shuhuan scoffed, "You fucking seem to have that serious illness, faking it, just pretending, huh? Don't you have any idea what's really going on?"

Zhang Wei and Li Weiwei nodded in unison, their expressions of disdain and contempt: "Sparrow food!"

Oh.

Sister Zhi will give you hot water to soak your feet tonight, and then give you the foot bath water to drink. You're getting a good deal.

Over there, Lu Chi ripped off the inner tube of the bicycle that was holding the small vat in place, peeled off the cover and inner plastic sheet, reached inside, and pulled out a stone covered in white mold. Ran Qingfeng and a few other girls stared at it expectantly, asking, "What's this? Why is it both a little disgusting and strangely cute?"

"A basin." Lu Chi reached in and scooped out a lump of pickled mushrooms. "Pickled salted mushrooms. Come closer, hold it tight. Pickling this stuff is such a hassle, it always turns into fertilizer. If it spills, just put it in the basin."

Ran Qingfeng curled her lip in disdain: "Oh, what's it for?"

A clump of mushrooms, predominantly yellow with streaks of gray, white, and green, burst open in the bowl like liquid with a splash, its appearance somewhat indescribable.

Lu Chi said irritably, "You city bumpkin, mind your own business, ask fewer questions, look around more, and go to hell!"

"Spring pancakes?" Chu Hang, a local girl from out of town in Yanchuan, blinked her eyes and asked in a sweet, pouty voice, her small face as if she had just eaten a cute little ice cream, "Spring pancakes have this in them?"

"Sauce! Sauce!" Lu Chi glanced at her, casually adding, "Anyway, I didn't really want to give it to you! And you're really pretending!"

Chu Hang's wickedly cute plan failed: "Ahhh, Lu Chi, I'm going to slide tackle you!"

"Hahaha~"

The girls were laughing so hard, and Tong Yue asked, sounding annoyed, "After living in Yanchuan for so many years, this seems to be the first time I've ever heard of pickled mushrooms. Is it for detoxification?"

"Not really, but this stuff does seem to be edible raw. I don't recommend it though. I don't know if it's poisonous or not, but one bite and you'll definitely have salt for the next six months!" Lu Chi said. "These mushrooms, whether dried or fresh, aren't very tasty. When they're in season, you see baskets and baskets of those really big yellow mushrooms at the market, one yuan a pound, two yuan for three pounds. They have tiny holes under their caps, which attract bugs like crazy. And then they get mixed up with other cheap and unappetizing stuff and pickled. After fermentation, they supposedly have a meaty flavor, you know, a really strong, pungent aroma!"

"Ahhh..."

"Stop talking! I'm not listening to this bastard's rambling!"

"Lu Chi, how could you be so selfish! Ugh!"

Several girls were devastated and ran away on the spot, leaving only Danyangzi and Gao Yihan, who had maxed out their resistance, still asking incessantly, "Does it really taste like meat? Is that possible? Does this conform to the laws of biology?"

"Will I still be able to get high-quality protein? I just love eating a little meat!"

Lu Chi pondered for a moment: "It's been more than half a year, it's all pickled. It shouldn't be possible. I'm thinking, I'll wash it, chop it up, and fry it into a sauce. You won't be able to find anything after that."

"I'll do it!" Danyangzi rolled up his sleeves. "I have good eyesight; I can pick out any bugs."

Gao Yihan glanced at him sideways: "You're just here to freeload? What am I supposed to do then?"

"Then pick out a few pieces of pork with both fat and lean meat and chop them up. Zhou Zijin brought two pieces of beef; find them and chop some up too."

"How much should I chop?"

"A bunch of cows and pigs, about the size of mushrooms, is enough."

"Yes, sir."

"Get out of here!"

The pigs, which were two years old, had already been castrated, but their growth cycle alone was several times longer than that of the pigs sold in the market. The meat was extremely resistant to stewing. In a large pot, with plain water, meat, and bones, the aroma of the meat in the big pot in the yard was enough to entice the entire class to vomit.

"It's still the same communal cooking..." Ms. Liu Xuande, uninvited, immediately launched into a bombshell statement: "Do you think those guys in the school cafeteria are secretly practicing some kind of weird or superstitious stuff, stealing all the flavor from our food?"

Yuan Ziqing was dumbfounded: "Yuan'er, please don't talk nonsense! I'm scared!"

"With this level of awareness, the school allowing the Imperial Uncle to attend is already an act of leniency, it's practically..." Zhang Wei said, "I don't understand, Imperial Uncle, did you get into high school through the proper entrance exams? Even Senior Danyangzi didn't have this much before he attained enlightenment!"

Ran Qingfeng, with her arm around Shan Heman, who was a head shorter than her, only cared about three things: "When is dinner? When is dinner? When is dinner?"

"It's burning, it's burning..." The squad leader, who was tending the fire vigorously, looked up wearily, his face now covered in more soot. He reached out and lifted the pot lid, using the large chopsticks he used to fry dough sticks to fork out a large piece of meat: "It's cooked, but it's tough. Why don't you cut a few slices to tide you over?"

What else is there to say? I'm going to start chewing and chewing!

A large piece of meat might weigh three or four pounds. Each person would cut off a slice or two, dip their hands in salt, and divide it up.

"Delicious!"

"Wow, who researched this thing? It's definitely different..."

"A mouthful of soup!"

"This is the first time in my life I've ever truly tasted the aroma of meat. Does Lao Lu usually eat this? That son of a bitch, he's betrayed his class!"

"Hey, another one, give me another one!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"