The children who had been wrestling with the flashcards shouted, “Wow!” and ran into the forest behind the house.
“What if wild animals or monsters appear?”
“There is no such thing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, that’s right.”Despite Ben's words not to worry, I followed him into the forest with a sliver of doubt in my heart.
Only about ten minutes had passed?
It is a hill of an ambiguous height to be called a mountain, but it is dense enough to be called a forest.
The forest was just like the one Patrick had seen in documentaries in his past life, showing that even though it was an island with less than a hundred households, the scale of nature was not small.
'The place I used to go for exercise wasn't a forest, but a hiking trail.'
How many modern 21st century city dwellers have truly experienced the forest?
Even in South Korea, where everyone wears hiking gear, most mountains are more like organized leisure parks with hiking trails and signs compared to here.
A forest without any trace of human presence, let alone a path.
"Guys, I think we can skip the mushrooms. Come to think of it, just adding clams would be enough. Let's go down, okay?"
“Hey! If you go a little further, you’ll see mushrooms!”
“That’s right, I know there are a lot of mushrooms. I’ll show you!”
Patrick, who was a little scared, pleaded with the children who were running around the forest like unbridled calves, but they just pretended not to listen.
“Surely not, teacher, are you scared?”
“You’re an adult? You’re a magician?”
“Wh, who said it was scary? I said it because I was afraid you guys would get hurt!”
“If that’s the case, then you don’t have to worry!”
“We’ve been playing here since we were kids!”
“Wow! I’m first today!”
The children's stamina was more than enough to knock out a wizard who lacked exercise in an instant.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
Patrick tried hard to keep up, but ended up coughing and gagging.
“Hey, teacher. How long have you been here?”
“Are you okay?”
“Huh? Over there! It’s on the tree!”
“Found it!”
The children were divided in half.
Half of the crowd was delighted to see mushrooms clinging to the tree.
The other half is a group of people who are worried about Patrick, who is having a hard time.
'Half the work is studying!'
He was a lethal adult who tried to calm his heart, which felt like it was going to burst out of his mouth at any moment, while also checking to see who was worried about him.
“······Gasp, gasp. Is that a mushroom?”
“Yes! It’s huge, isn’t it?”
"Teacher, people don't often go behind your house. That's probably why I only discovered it now."
“It doesn’t look very tasty······.”
Patrick responded indifferently to the children's explanation.
'I'm saying it looks a bit strange.'
The mushrooms he knew were mostly oyster mushrooms, matsutake mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, and enoki mushrooms.
Those are the ones sold mainly in the vegetable section of the supermarket.
Otherwise, it's a poisonous mushroom that's circulating on the internet with messages like, "If you see this in the mountains, don't eat it. It'll be a disaster."
"Isn't it said that the more colorful and patterned a mushroom is, the more likely it is to be poisonous? ······Or is it the other way around?"
If I had even anticipated that I would be climbing the mountain to pick mushrooms, I would have paid closer attention then.
“How do you eat that?”
The mushroom was so large that it took two adult palms to spread out, and Patrick would certainly not have found it if he had come alone.
A shape that could easily be mistaken for a bird's nest or a lump of mud among the tall branches.
The color was so dark that I wondered if I really needed to take it.
“I don’t eat that.”
“Really? But why do you like it?”
“I have to sell it! It’s expensive!”
"······huh?"
“That’s a mushroom. Those big ones are really expensive!”
“That’s right! If you take it to the village chief, he’ll take it to the mainland and sell it for you.”
“You bought us a lot of gifts, didn’t you?”
“That’s right. My brother sold that and used the money he earned to buy a goat!”
The children were so excited that they were chattering away.
“You bought a goat?”
Patrick immediately clung to the tree trunk.
"Are you including me in selling this too? Okay? We discovered it together, got it?"
“······.”
“Teacher, this is a bit odd······.”
There was a brief silence at the sight of the clumsy adult, but the children were generous.
“But can you climb a tree?”
"How can you get up there, teacher? Come out! We'll get you!"
“That’s right. Teacher, you’re at an age where you can’t heal if you fall.”
“They say that as you get older, your body doesn’t move as well as you want!”
They were children who beat each other with facts in a bright manner, but rather than showing off their pride,
"Right? It's better for you to go up than for me to do it, right? Be careful!"
It was Patrick who stepped back as if he had been waiting.
It was unexpectedly Ben who decided to climb the tree.
“Didn’t you say you’re bad at using your body?”
“That’s true. I’m good at burning wood. I’ve been burning a lot since I was little.”
"okay?"
Ben, climbing the tree with a confident expression, was a real flying squirrel.
“Throw it!”
"huh!"
“Throw carefully, towards the fallen leaves!”
Boom!
A few hits with a sharp stone and a large mushroom fell whole.
“If there are mushrooms this big, doesn’t that mean there are more around?”
Still, I heard a story somewhere, so I started talking and the children nodded.
“That’s probably true. This looks like it’s been around for a few years.”
“Would you like to look into it a little more?”
“Hey. If you take them all at once, they won’t grow next time.”
“That’s right. You shouldn’t be greedy.”
“Let’s go find some mushrooms to put in the soup, teacher!”
"still······."
Even when children say this, the worldly-weary adult who cannot let go of his foolishness hesitates.
'Even if it's expensive, I wonder if I could buy a chicken if I split it equally with the kids.'
A little while ago, I regretted what the child said about selling mushrooms to buy a goat.
"Instead of buying introductory books and paper, I should have bought chickens! If I had bought a few chickens, I could have eaten eggs every morning, and when they hatched, I could have boiled them too... Oh my! You idiot!"
This is why emotions are dangerous.
Haven't you ever eaten all the protein on the table in an instant?
'What's wrong with being a teacher? It's my fate!'
I never thought I'd be able to think rationally if I were forced to become a natural person.
“Huh? Here are some oyster mushrooms!”
“Wow! I can follow this. There’s a lot!”
“Take care!”
“If there’s any left, you should take it home too!”
"good!"
The children were excited about even a few handfuls of oyster mushrooms, whether they knew the teacher's nursery rhyme or not.
“······What kind of mushroom is this?”
As Patrick watched the children with a complicated mind, he saw a cluster of white mushrooms growing from a fallen tree.
It looks like there are at least ten of them.
“Ben!”
"yes?"
“What kind of mushroom is this?”
“This? ······What is this?”
If it's a herb, ... if it's a tree, it's a tree.
Today, Ben, who knew everything about mushrooms, tilted his head as if he didn't know anything.
The white mushroom, half the size of a palm, did not look very threatening, but it gave off a pleasant aroma, like a wild pine mushroom.
“I don’t usually touch mushrooms I don’t know well.”
“What is it, what is it?”
Then, a child intervened.
“Huh? Blue mushrooms!”
"Blue mushrooms? They're white? No, but do you know this?"
“Yes! If you dry it well in a well-ventilated place out of the sun and then roast it, it’s really delicious!”
“Have you tried it?”
"Yes! I haven't seen them lately, but they used to be quite common on our island. My dad told me about them."
“Is that so?”
Patrick's regret of not having picked more mushrooms disappeared, as he thought he had found one that looked as delicious as a pine mushroom, even though it wasn't one.
***
The taste of kalguksu did not improve significantly just because mushrooms were added.
But the taste may not have been that important, since the kids were proud that they had helped make it too.
Above all,
“I heard you brought the kids to pick some precious mushrooms?”
“You’re lucky, Chief. Haha!”
I went to the village chief to ask about the price of mushrooms while taking the kids home, and ended up making an unexpected profit.
"The price of shiitake mushrooms varies depending on the tree they grow on. I'm no expert, so I can't be exact, but based on my experience, it's roughly around this much."
“See! Am I right?”
Ben became more and more arrogant.
It was because the price was almost the same as what he had said on the way there.
“Hey, can I buy some chicken with that money?”
“Chicken? Do you raise chickens?”
“Yes. Being alone makes me feel lonely.”
I made a strange excuse out of embarrassment, but the village chief smiled with his characteristically good-natured smile.
"Then, sir, I'll give you a few chickens and chicks from my house right away. How about giving more later, once I get the exact price from the merchant?"
“Is that okay?”
"Yes. Our hens lay eggs every day without fail. If you raise them well, you'll have less to worry about side dishes."
"thank you!"
What the heck is this?
It would have been polite to refuse a few times, but for Patrick, who had only ever eaten dried fish for protein, it was impossible to refuse chicken.
“But teacher, do you know how to make a chicken coop?”
“Well, with wire······.”
“Where is the wire?”
“······.”
What a fucking town without even a blacksmith!
'I can't put a leash on a chicken's neck. What should I do?'
But an even bigger challenge arose.
Tight tight tight! Tight tight!
Foodie! Foodie!
“Eek!”
I think someone did that.
If you look for the closest descendant of a dragon, it's the chicken.
“······Should I take this?”
Patrick didn't have the confidence to take those hideous chickens with him, as if they were going to peck him to death at any moment.
“Ben over there······?”
"yes?"
“Could you please listen to me?”
“······.”
I never knew it would be this difficult to eat just one egg.
The children who had been wrestling with the flashcards shouted, “Wow!” and ran into the forest behind the house.
“What if wild animals or monsters appear?”
“There is no such thing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, that’s right.”
Despite Ben's words not to worry, I followed him into the forest with a sliver of doubt in my heart.
Only about ten minutes had passed?
It is a hill of an ambiguous height to be called a mountain, but it is dense enough to be called a forest.
The forest was just like the one Patrick had seen in documentaries in his past life, showing that even though it was an island with less than a hundred households, the scale of nature was not small.
'The place I used to go for exercise wasn't a forest, but a hiking trail.'
How many modern 21st century city dwellers have truly experienced the forest?
Even in South Korea, where everyone wears hiking gear, most mountains are more like organized leisure parks with hiking trails and signs compared to here.
A forest without any trace of human presence, let alone a path.
"Guys, I think we can skip the mushrooms. Come to think of it, just adding clams would be enough. Let's go down, okay?"
“Hey! If you go a little further, you’ll see mushrooms!”
“That’s right, I know there are a lot of mushrooms. I’ll show you!”
Patrick, who was a little scared, pleaded with the children who were running around the forest like unbridled calves, but they just pretended not to listen.
“Surely not, teacher, are you scared?”
“You’re an adult? You’re a magician?”
“Wh, who said it was scary? I said it because I was afraid you guys would get hurt!”
“If that’s the case, then you don’t have to worry!”
“We’ve been playing here since we were kids!”
“Wow! I’m first today!”
The children's stamina was more than enough to knock out a wizard who lacked exercise in an instant.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
Patrick tried hard to keep up, but ended up coughing and gagging.
“Hey, teacher. How long have you been here?”
“Are you okay?”
“Huh? Over there! It’s on the tree!”
“Found it!”
The children were divided in half.
Half of the crowd was delighted to see mushrooms clinging to the tree.
The other half is a group of people who are worried about Patrick, who is having a hard time.
'Half the work is studying!'
He was a lethal adult who tried to calm his heart, which felt like it was going to burst out of his mouth at any moment, while also checking to see who was worried about him.
“······Gasp, gasp. Is that a mushroom?”
“Yes! It’s huge, isn’t it?”
"Teacher, people don't often go behind your house. That's probably why I only discovered it now."
“It doesn’t look very tasty······.”
Patrick responded indifferently to the children's explanation.
'I'm saying it looks a bit strange.'
The mushrooms he knew were mostly oyster mushrooms, matsutake mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, and enoki mushrooms.
Those are the ones sold mainly in the vegetable section of the supermarket.
Otherwise, it's a poisonous mushroom that's circulating on the internet with messages like, "If you see this in the mountains, don't eat it. It'll be a disaster."
"Isn't it said that the more colorful and patterned a mushroom is, the more likely it is to be poisonous? ······Or is it the other way around?"
If I had even anticipated that I would be climbing the mountain to pick mushrooms, I would have paid closer attention then.
“How do you eat that?”
The mushroom was so large that it took two adult palms to spread out, and Patrick would certainly not have found it if he had come alone.
A shape that could easily be mistaken for a bird's nest or a lump of mud among the tall branches.
The color was so dark that I wondered if I really needed to take it.
“I don’t eat that.”
“Really? But why do you like it?”
“I have to sell it! It’s expensive!”
"······huh?"
“That’s a mushroom. Those big ones are really expensive!”
“That’s right! If you take it to the village chief, he’ll take it to the mainland and sell it for you.”
“You bought us a lot of gifts, didn’t you?”
“That’s right. My brother sold that and used the money he earned to buy a goat!”
The children were so excited that they were chattering away.
“You bought a goat?”
Patrick immediately clung to the tree trunk.
"Are you including me in selling this too? Okay? We discovered it together, got it?"
“······.”
“Teacher, this is a bit odd······.”
There was a brief silence at the sight of the clumsy adult, but the children were generous.
“But can you climb a tree?”
"How can you get up there, teacher? Come out! We'll get you!"
“That’s right. Teacher, you’re at an age where you can’t heal if you fall.”
“They say that as you get older, your body doesn’t move as well as you want!”
They were children who beat each other with facts in a bright manner, but rather than showing off their pride,
"Right? It's better for you to go up than for me to do it, right? Be careful!"
It was Patrick who stepped back as if he had been waiting.
It was unexpectedly Ben who decided to climb the tree.
“Didn’t you say you’re bad at using your body?”
“That’s true. I’m good at burning wood. I’ve been burning a lot since I was little.”
"okay?"
Ben, climbing the tree with a confident expression, was a real flying squirrel.
“Throw it!”
"huh!"
“Throw carefully, towards the fallen leaves!”
Boom!
A few hits with a sharp stone and a large mushroom fell whole.
“If there are mushrooms this big, doesn’t that mean there are more around?”
Still, I heard a story somewhere, so I started talking and the children nodded.
“That’s probably true. This looks like it’s been around for a few years.”
“Would you like to look into it a little more?”
“Hey. If you take them all at once, they won’t grow next time.”
“That’s right. You shouldn’t be greedy.”
“Let’s go find some mushrooms to put in the soup, teacher!”
"still······."
Even when children say this, the worldly-weary adult who cannot let go of his foolishness hesitates.
'Even if it's expensive, I wonder if I could buy a chicken if I split it equally with the kids.'
A little while ago, I regretted what the child said about selling mushrooms to buy a goat.
"Instead of buying introductory books and paper, I should have bought chickens! If I had bought a few chickens, I could have eaten eggs every morning, and when they hatched, I could have boiled them too... Oh my! You idiot!"
This is why emotions are dangerous.
Haven't you ever eaten all the protein on the table in an instant?
'What's wrong with being a teacher? It's my fate!'
I never thought I'd be able to think rationally if I were forced to become a natural person.
“Huh? Here are some oyster mushrooms!”
“Wow! I can follow this. There’s a lot!”
“Take care!”
“If there’s any left, you should take it home too!”
"good!"
The children were excited about even a few handfuls of oyster mushrooms, whether they knew the teacher's nursery rhyme or not.
“······What kind of mushroom is this?”
As Patrick watched the children with a complicated mind, he saw a cluster of white mushrooms growing from a fallen tree.
It looks like there are at least ten of them.
“Ben!”
"yes?"
“What kind of mushroom is this?”
“This? ······What is this?”
If it's a herb, ... if it's a tree, it's a tree.
Today, Ben, who knew everything about mushrooms, tilted his head as if he didn't know anything.
The white mushroom, half the size of a palm, did not look very threatening, but it gave off a pleasant aroma, like a wild pine mushroom.
“I don’t usually touch mushrooms I don’t know well.”
“What is it, what is it?”
Then, a child intervened.
“Huh? Blue mushrooms!”
"Blue mushrooms? They're white? No, but do you know this?"
“Yes! If you dry it well in a well-ventilated place out of the sun and then roast it, it’s really delicious!”
“Have you tried it?”
"Yes! I haven't seen them lately, but they used to be quite common on our island. My dad told me about them."
“Is that so?”
Patrick's regret of not having picked more mushrooms disappeared, as he thought he had found one that looked as delicious as a pine mushroom, even though it wasn't one.
***
The taste of kalguksu did not improve significantly just because mushrooms were added.
But the taste may not have been that important, since the kids were proud that they had helped make it too.
Above all,
“I heard you brought the kids to pick some precious mushrooms?”
“You’re lucky, Chief. Haha!”
I went to the village chief to ask about the price of mushrooms while taking the kids home, and ended up making an unexpected profit.
"The price of shiitake mushrooms varies depending on the tree they grow on. I'm no expert, so I can't be exact, but based on my experience, it's roughly around this much."
“See! Am I right?”
Ben became more and more arrogant.
It was because the price was almost the same as what he had said on the way there.
“Hey, can I buy some chicken with that money?”
“Chicken? Do you raise chickens?”
“Yes. Being alone makes me feel lonely.”
I made a strange excuse out of embarrassment, but the village chief smiled with his characteristically good-natured smile.
"Then, sir, I'll give you a few chickens and chicks from my house right away. How about giving more later, once I get the exact price from the merchant?"
“Is that okay?”
"Yes. Our hens lay eggs every day without fail. If you raise them well, you'll have less to worry about side dishes."
"thank you!"
What the heck is this?
It would have been polite to refuse a few times, but for Patrick, who had only ever eaten dried fish for protein, it was impossible to refuse chicken.
“But teacher, do you know how to make a chicken coop?”
“Well, with wire······.”
“Where is the wire?”
“······.”
What a fucking town without even a blacksmith!
'I can't put a leash on a chicken's neck. What should I do?'
But an even bigger challenge arose.
Tight tight tight! Tight tight!
Foodie! Foodie!
“Eek!”
I think someone did that.
If you look for the closest descendant of a dragon, it's the chicken.
“······Should I take this?”
Patrick didn't have the confidence to take those hideous chickens with him, as if they were going to peck him to death at any moment.
“Ben over there······?”
"yes?"
“Could you please listen to me?”
“······.”
I never knew it would be this difficult to eat just one egg.
The children who had been wrestling with the flashcards shouted, “Wow!” and ran into the forest behind the house.
“What if wild animals or monsters appear?”
“There is no such thing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, that’s right.”
Despite Ben's words not to worry, I followed him into the forest with a sliver of doubt in my heart.
Only about ten minutes had passed?
It is a hill of an ambiguous height to be called a mountain, but it is dense enough to be called a forest.
The forest was just like the one Patrick had seen in documentaries in his past life, showing that even though it was an island with less than a hundred households, the scale of nature was not small.
'The place I used to go for exercise wasn't a forest, but a hiking trail.'
How many modern 21st century city dwellers have truly experienced the forest?
Even in South Korea, where everyone wears hiking gear, most mountains are more like organized leisure parks with hiking trails and signs compared to here.
A forest without any trace of human presence, let alone a path.
"Guys, I think we can skip the mushrooms. Come to think of it, just adding clams would be enough. Let's go down, okay?"
“Hey! If you go a little further, you’ll see mushrooms!”
“That’s right, I know there are a lot of mushrooms. I’ll show you!”
Patrick, who was a little scared, pleaded with the children who were running around the forest like unbridled calves, but they just pretended not to listen.
“Surely not, teacher, are you scared?”
“You’re an adult? You’re a magician?”
“Wh, who said it was scary? I said it because I was afraid you guys would get hurt!”
“If that’s the case, then you don’t have to worry!”
“We’ve been playing here since we were kids!”
“Wow! I’m first today!”
The children's stamina was more than enough to knock out a wizard who lacked exercise in an instant.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
Patrick tried hard to keep up, but ended up coughing and gagging.
“Hey, teacher. How long have you been here?”
“Are you okay?”
“Huh? Over there! It’s on the tree!”
“Found it!”
The children were divided in half.
Half of the crowd was delighted to see mushrooms clinging to the tree.
The other half is a group of people who are worried about Patrick, who is having a hard time.
'Half the work is studying!'
He was a lethal adult who tried to calm his heart, which felt like it was going to burst out of his mouth at any moment, while also checking to see who was worried about him.
“······Gasp, gasp. Is that a mushroom?”
“Yes! It’s huge, isn’t it?”
"Teacher, people don't often go behind your house. That's probably why I only discovered it now."
“It doesn’t look very tasty······.”
Patrick responded indifferently to the children's explanation.
'I'm saying it looks a bit strange.'
The mushrooms he knew were mostly oyster mushrooms, matsutake mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, and enoki mushrooms.
Those are the ones sold mainly in the vegetable section of the supermarket.
Otherwise, it's a poisonous mushroom that's circulating on the internet with messages like, "If you see this in the mountains, don't eat it. It'll be a disaster."
"Isn't it said that the more colorful and patterned a mushroom is, the more likely it is to be poisonous? ······Or is it the other way around?"
If I had even anticipated that I would be climbing the mountain to pick mushrooms, I would have paid closer attention then
“How do you eat that?”
The mushroom was so large that it took two adult palms to spread out, and Patrick would certainly not have found it if he had come alone.
A shape that could easily be mistaken for a bird's nest or a lump of mud among the tall branches.
The color was so dark that I wondered if I really needed to take it.
“I don’t eat that.”
“Really? But why do you like it?”
“I have to sell it! It’s expensive!”
"······huh?"
“That’s a mushroom. Those big ones are really expensive!”
“That’s right! If you take it to the village chief, he’ll take it to the mainland and sell it for you.”
“You bought us a lot of gifts, didn’t you?”
“That’s right. My brother sold that and used the money he earned to buy a goat!”
The children were so excited that they were chattering away.
“You bought a goat?”
Patrick immediately clung to the tree trunk.
"Are you including me in selling this too? Okay? We discovered it together, got it?"
“······.”
“Teacher, this is a bit odd······.”
There was a brief silence at the sight of the clumsy adult, but the children were generous.
“But can you climb a tree?”
"How can you get up there, teacher? Come out! We'll get you!"
“That’s right. Teacher, you’re at an age where you can’t heal if you fall.”
“They say that as you get older, your body doesn’t move as well as you want!”
They were children who beat each other with facts in a bright manner, but rather than showing off their pride,
"Right? It's better for you to go up than for me to do it, right? Be careful!"
It was Patrick who stepped back as if he had been waiting.
It was unexpectedly Ben who decided to climb the tree.
“Didn’t you say you’re bad at using your body?”
“That’s true. I’m good at burning wood. I’ve been burning a lot since I was little.”
"okay?"
Ben, climbing the tree with a confident expression, was a real flying squirrel.
“Throw it!”
"huh!"
“Throw carefully, towards the fallen leaves!”
Boom!
A few hits with a sharp stone and a large mushroom fell whole.
“If there are mushrooms this big, doesn’t that mean there are more around?”
Still, I heard a story somewhere, so I started talking and the children nodded.
“That’s probably true. This looks like it’s been around for a few years.”
“Would you like to look into it a little more?”
“Hey. If you take them all at once, they won’t grow next time.”
“That’s right. You shouldn’t be greedy.”
“Let’s go find some mushrooms to put in the soup, teacher!”
"still······."
Even when children say this, the worldly-weary adult who cannot let go of his foolishness hesitates.
'Even if it's expensive, I wonder if I could buy a chicken if I split it equally with the kids.'
A little while ago, I regretted what the child said about selling mushrooms to buy a goat.
"Instead of buying introductory books and paper, I should have bought chickens! If I had bought a few chickens, I could have eaten eggs every morning, and when they hatched, I could have boiled them too... Oh my! You idiot!"
This is why emotions are dangerous.
Haven't you ever eaten all the protein on the table in an instant?
'What's wrong with being a teacher? It's my fate!'
I never thought I'd be able to think rationally if I were forced to become a natural person.
“Huh? Here are some oyster mushrooms!”
“Wow! I can follow this. There’s a lot!”
“Take care!”
“If there’s any left, you should take it home too!”
"good!"
The children were excited about even a few handfuls of oyster mushrooms, whether they knew the teacher's nursery rhyme or not.
“······What kind of mushroom is this?”
As Patrick watched the children with a complicated mind, he saw a cluster of white mushrooms growing from a fallen tree.
It looks like there are at least ten of them.
“Ben!”
"yes?"
“What kind of mushroom is this?”
“This? ······What is this?”
If it's a herb, ... if it's a tree, it's a tree.
Today, Ben, who knew everything about mushrooms, tilted his head as if he didn't know anything.
The white mushroom, half the size of a palm, did not look very threatening, but it gave off a pleasant aroma, like a wild pine mushroom.
“I don’t usually touch mushrooms I don’t know well.”
“What is it, what is it?”
Then, a child intervened.
“Huh? Blue mushrooms!”
"Blue mushrooms? They're white? No, but do you know this?"
“Yes! If you dry it well in a well-ventilated place out of the sun and then roast it, it’s really delicious!”
“Have you tried it?”
"Yes! I haven't seen them lately, but they used to be quite common on our island. My dad told me about them."
“Is that so?”
Patrick's regret of not having picked more mushrooms disappeared, as he thought he had found one that looked as delicious as a pine mushroom, even though it wasn't one.
***
The taste of kalguksu did not improve significantly just because mushrooms were added.
But the taste may not have been that important, since the kids were proud that they had helped make it too.
Above all,
“I heard you brought the kids to pick some precious mushrooms?”
“You’re lucky, Chief. Haha!”
I went to the village chief to ask about the price of mushrooms while taking the kids home, and ended up making an unexpected profit.
"The price of shiitake mushrooms varies depending on the tree they grow on. I'm no expert, so I can't be exact, but based on my experience, it's roughly around this much."
“See! Am I right?”
Ben became more and more arrogant.
It was because the price was almost the same as what he had said on the way there.
“Hey, can I buy some chicken with that money?”
“Chicken? Do you raise chickens?”
“Yes. Being alone makes me feel lonely.”
I made a strange excuse out of embarrassment, but the village chief smiled with his characteristically good-natured smile.
"Then, sir, I'll give you a few chickens and chicks from my house right away. How about giving more later, once I get the exact price from the merchant?"
“Is that okay?”
"Yes. Our hens lay eggs every day without fail. If you raise them well, you'll have less to worry about side dishes."
"thank you!"
What the heck is this?
It would have been polite to refuse a few times, but for Patrick, who had only ever eaten dried fish for protein, it was impossible to refuse chicken.
“But teacher, do you know how to make a chicken coop?”
“Well, with wire······.”
“Where is the wire?”
“······.”
What a fucking town without even a blacksmith!
'I can't put a leash on a chicken's neck. What should I do?'
But an even bigger challenge arose.
Tight tight tight! Tight tight!
Foodie! Foodie!
“Eek!”
I think someone did that.
If you look for the closest descendant of a dragon, it's the chicken.
“······Should I take this?”
Patrick didn't have the confidence to take those hideous chickens with him, as if they were going to peck him to death at any moment.
“Ben over there······?”
"yes?"
“Could you please listen to me?”
“······.”
I never knew it would be this difficult to eat just one egg.