Lin Lan nodded and took Little Douzi's hand. The group trod on the soft fallen leaves, tapping at the undergrowth with sticks as they followed Wu Shufen toward the forest to the southeast.
The dew in the woods hadn't evaporated yet. Luckily, they were all wearing rubber shoes, or their feet would have been soaked long ago.
Li Xiangyang spotted something egg-yolk yellow in a bush. He walked over, pushed the branches aside, and saw several trumpet-shaped, yellow mushrooms. "Little Lan, come look. I think these are chanterelles."
Lin Lan came over for a look and nodded. "They are chanterelles. Not bad, you even know what chanterelles are!"
"I was the one who washed them the last time you bought some, remember?" Li Xiangyang said as he crouched down, plucked the mushrooms, broke the dirt off the stems, and placed them in the basket.
Looking at the chanterelles in the basket, Lin Lan smiled and nodded. "Nice. We've finally found some decent mushrooms."
