Bi Shumin: Bring white mushrooms home

Mom loves to eat mushrooms.

On a business trip to Qinghai, between the blue sky and the green grassland, I saw a flashing white star.

It is not a star, it is a white mushroom on the grassland.

On the way back from Bird Island, I bought a bag of white mushrooms and took it back to Beijing two days later.

Go back to the hotel, lay down a newspaper, put a mushroom umbrella on the rug, and put it on the carpet, just as they grow on the grassland.

The lady came in to sort out the hygiene, and the thin brow wrinkled. I am busy saying, I will bring them back to my mother. The lady smiled warmly and said that you must turn the mushroom over and let the mycorrhiza face up, otherwise the mushroom will be rotten. White mushrooms on the grasslands are the hardest to store.

After listening to the lady, I let the white mushroom lie on the ground, like a chubby babe in the sun, sleek and sleek in the air. The days of getting on the train are here. Miss helped me find a small carton; poked a lot of plum-shaped holes with scissors and put the white mushrooms in properly.

Into the sleeper compartment, I carefully put the carton under the bed. A Qinghai Dahan said that there were so many holes in the box, and it was necessary to bring a living thing. chick? Duckling? Why didn't you hear it? The weather is too hot, don't die.

I said that the white mushroom on the grassland was brought to my mother.

He repeated gently, hey, mom... it seems that this word is very strange to him. For a long while, he went on to say that it’s just that you have such a method. If you can’t get to Lanzhou, the mushrooms will get rotten.

I was shocked to say, what can I do?

He said, you spread a few sheets of paper under the sleeper, let the mushrooms dry and keep it ventilated.

I dispose of it according to law and put a mushroom at the bottom of the bed. Playing around several times a day, it seems like the old farmer of the nursery. The mushrooms are safely wearing Lanzhou, Yuebao chicken, and pressing Zhengzhou...Unexpectedly, the Central Plains area is extremely hot, and the inside of the train is stuffy like a sauna. It is suffocating. Qinghai Hanzi did not rest assured that he would kneel down and check, suddenly cried: Quickly think of a way! The white surface of the mushroom has been born, and then you can't eat it!

I can't do anything about it. Dahan said nothing, reloading my white mushroom into a cardboard box that was covered in a hole. I said, isn't this worse? He did not explain that the three cups and two divided the two, the cups of food on the small coffee table in the sleeper were piled up into a pile, and said to the people around them: Please take your own things and put them elsewhere. Free up the small table to put a small box. The box is filled with white mushrooms from the Qinghai Lake. She will bring it back to Beijing for her mother. We opened the window so that the wind kept pouring into the box, and the mushroom would not be broken. Everyone helps, we all have mothers.

People silently removed the bread, salted duck eggs and cola bottles, freeing me with a clean table.

The wind is whistling. The wind in Zhengzhou, the wind in Anyang, the wind in Shijiazhuang... passed through the box. The white blood of the white mushroom is gradually evaporated and dried into a dry specimen.

Finally, Beijing is here. I picked up the mushroom box and said goodbye to the riders. I said to everyone, I thank you on behalf of myself and my mother!

Everyone said, go home and go see your mother.

White mushrooms are much lighter than before due to evaporation of water on the road. I walked very fast, when I was about to leave the platform, the Qinghai man caught up with me and said: There is a very important thing, I forgot to explain to you - white mushroom stewed chicken is the freshest.

My mother was drinking chicken soup and said that the white mushroom in Qinghai tastes so good!