Picking silver ear mushrooms, if not in a rush to sell, is actually quite amusing.
Embedded on the dark brown chestnut tree trunks are clusters of jade-white silver ears, translucent around the edges, each fold plump and delightful to behold.
They feel somewhat slippery and elastic to the touch, irresistibly so.
Qiaoqiao scuttles back and forth under the chestnut trees, each mature mushroom he finds on the neatly arranged trunks is like uncovering a treasure.
A thought struck Song Tan—
"Qiaoqiao, do you have class today?"
As she asked, she pulled out another phone and opened the live streaming app.
Qiaoqiao got excited straight away, "I do, I do!"
"But I haven't mastered the knowledge about silver ears yet..."
If he hasn't mastered it, how could he teach?
"No worries." Song Tan was easygoing, "If you can't explain it, just don't. The main point is to show everyone that our Qiaoqiao can pick silver ears."
"Alright!"
Qiaoqiao was thrilled.
