Chapter 29

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"Grandpa Han, we are just ordinary friends."

Han Tianliang laughed, "Ordinary friends can develop in that direction. I'll go check on the pickled radish."

Less than half an hour later, Han Li's call came in. The content was only one thing: they hadn't eaten the dishes cooked by Shi Pulei for several days, and they were all a bit anorexic. Their greatest wish now was to be able to eat the dishes cooked by Zhao Xinyu in the evening.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xinyu shook his head, collected his thoughts, and went to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables. However, he immediately thought of the wild vegetables in the space.

Looking at the sky that was about to turn dark, he went out to lock the door, left Hei Feng to watch the yard, and returned to his room, entering the space.

Just as he was about to leave after picking some wild vegetables, he saw some rotten trees not far away. He vaguely noticed that the color of the dead wood was a bit off.

When he got closer, Zhao Xinyu was stunned. He saw that the rotten trees he had brought into the space were covered with purple mushrooms.

Rubbing his eyes, he confirmed that the mushrooms were indeed purple, which filled his eyes with confusion. After all, the mushrooms people were familiar with were all black, but the mushrooms growing on the tree trunks were now pure purple. This made him feel incredible.

He picked a piece, identified it, and confirmed that it was not poisonous. He also smelled a faint fragrance that other types of mushrooms did not have, which made him very happy.

Leaving the space with the wild vegetables and mushrooms, he also thought of the medicinal wine his grandfather had brewed. He casually took a jar out, but then thought that Han Li and the others would definitely ask, so he took out fifteen more jars from the space and placed them in an empty room.

He cooked a fish, prepared the ingredients for stir-frying, and seasoned the wild vegetables. Zhao Xinyu notified Han Li and the others. While sitting down to wait, he suddenly thought of Pang Mingyuan, who had taken good care of him during his college years.

When he became that way, he didn't want to drag Pang Mingyuan down, so he changed his phone number and did not inform Pang Mingyuan.

Now that he was completely recovered and had experienced the death of his grandfather, he also appreciated family. Thinking of Han Li and the others, he also thought of Pang Mingyuan.

Taking out his phone, he called Pang Mingyuan. As the computer-generated voice sounded, Zhao Xinyu's expression darkened. Pang Mingyuan's number had become a disconnected number, and he had changed his phone number.

Thinking that he was still in Pengcheng and that he had not asked Pang Mingyuan which hospital he would choose when they parted, Zhao Xinyu sighed. He didn't know if he would ever meet Pang Mingyuan again in his lifetime.

Just as he was regretting why he didn't ask his friend which hospital he would choose, Hei Feng, who was lying beside him, suddenly got up and growled at him a few times.

Zhao Xinyu immediately got up and started cooking. ...

When Han Li and the others came in, they all saw the character "孝" (filial piety) on Zhao Xinyu's left arm, but perhaps they had heard about it from Han Tianliang, so they only comforted Zhao Xinyu a few words and did not ask too many questions.

After stir-frying a dish, when he turned to put it on the table, he saw that the table was empty, and the fish he had stewed and the seasoned dandelions and bitter herbs were nowhere to be found.

"Xinyu, these days everyone has been eating under the grape arbor. It's cool there, and there are no mosquitoes," Lu Ming said with a smile, taking the dish from Shi Pulei.

Carrying the last dish to the grape arbor, although it was already dark, the area under the grape arbor was not much different from the house because of the installed incandescent lamps.

"Xinyu, where did you get these wild vegetables? The taste is incomparable," Shi Pulei said, seeing that the two plates of wild vegetables were almost empty when he put down the meat stir-fried with mushrooms.

"These are all from my hometown. There are more at home. You can help yourselves. I also brought some medicinal wine my grandfather brewed. I'll go get a jar for everyone to try."

When he came back with a jar of medicinal wine, he couldn't help but shake his head, seeing that the extra dishes he had made were all brought over by these guys.

"What kind of mushrooms are these? Why are they purple? Are they poisonous?" Han Li pointed to the plate of meat stir-fried with mushrooms and asked with a smile.

"If you're afraid of being poisoned, don't eat them. These mushrooms are unique wild mushrooms from the mountains where I'm from. Even if you have money, you might not be able to get them there, let alone here," Shi Pulei said while removing the thick mud seal from the wine jar.

Under the mud seal was a light yellow waterproof oilcloth. Removing the oilcloth and the cork, a fragrant aroma mixed with medicinal scent spread in the air, and a light mist formed at the mouth of the jar.

While ordinary people might not know what the mist was, Zhao Xinyu, who had been brewing wine with his grandfather, knew that the mist could only appear in medicinal wine made from pure grains. However, not all pure grain medicinal wines could form mist, but those that could definitely were pure grain medicinal wines.

"This wine smells so good," Han Jun and the others said almost in unison.

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly, "This wine is a good thing. It contains thirty-six kinds of wild herbs. Drinking it in moderation can strengthen the body, invigorate the blood, and ensure a good night's sleep."

"What is that mist?" Han Li asked, pointing to the mist that had formed at the mouth of the jar.

Han Tianliang took a deep breath, "That's the wine mist. Ordinary white wine can't form such a mist. If this wine were sold, a pound of it could be exchanged for a bottle of Wuliangye."

"Ah," this statement immediately drew exclamations from Han Jun and the others. A bottle of Wuliangye costs hundreds or even thousands, and now a pound of medicinal wine could be exchanged for a bottle of Wuliangye, which made them a bit incredulous.

Zhao Xinyu poured a glass for each of Han Tianliang and the others who were drinking. His gaze fell on the glass in front of Lu Ming's mother, "Aunt Lu, you don't drink, so I'll pour you a little."

"A little."

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly and poured a half glass for each of the women who didn't drink.

Aunt Lu looked at the wine droplets clinging to the glass, her eyes flickering. She turned to look at her husband, Lu Jiucheng, who nodded at her, "Drink it. Old Han said it's definitely good wine."

Aunt Lu shook the glass, and a strong aroma spread. Although it was just the aroma, Aunt Lu felt her tired body instantly relax, and she also felt that the wine seemed a bit thicker than the ones her husband usually drank.

Taking a small sip, the medicinal wine was only slightly spicy, smooth, and sweet. When she swallowed it, she felt a warm current flowing through her body, making her feel warm and comfortable all over.

"Dear, this wine makes me feel warm and refreshed. It's good," Aunt Lu said, drinking for the first time.

Hearing Aunt Lu's words, the others raised their glasses. Even those who had never drunk before took a small sip. After one sip, everyone's eyes lit up. As Aunt Lu said, the wine was smooth and rich, and the fatigue in their bodies was greatly reduced.

"Eat the vegetables. Why isn't anyone eating the mushrooms?" As he spoke, Zhao Xinyu picked a piece of mushroom. The next moment, his eyes lit up. The mushrooms were not only crisp but also had a unique fragrance that other mushrooms did not have, which surprised him. Could he really have found a new variety of mushrooms?

"I'll try it too," Han Tianliang said with a smile, taking a sip of wine.

After one bite, he, like Zhao Xinyu, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes. He subconsciously picked another piece, clearly finding the purple mushrooms tasty.

"These wild mushrooms are really delicious. If we can cultivate them, they will definitely sell for a good price."

Hearing Han Tianliang say this, the others all reached for a piece. After one bite, they all nodded, "Xinyu, your mushrooms have a unique flavor. Bring some more back."

...

Perhaps because they hadn't eaten Zhao Xinyu's cooking for too long, or because the medicinal wine was too good, the meal lasted until after eleven o'clock. A ten-pound jar of medicinal wine was half empty, and it was only because Han Tianliang said he had something to do the next day that they stopped.

Aunt Lu and the others, who were drinking for the first time, each had a glass. Even when they got home, they were still puzzled about how they could drink so much and feel no discomfort at all.

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