"No, no, I've picked these before."
Zhao Guihua showed her: "Look, I only pick the ones I'm familiar with. If they look even slightly unfamiliar, I leave them alone."
"You're really cautious, huh? Well, more for me then!"
Zhao Guihua chuckled, "As long as they're tasty."
Although she had been reborn and quickly adapted to the rhythm of life in the 1970s, some things were still a bit unclear after such a long time. For example, she might have recognized these mushrooms in her previous life, but after fifty years, her memory had faded. Their lives had improved so much that they hadn't picked mushrooms in ages. So, for anything that looked even slightly unfamiliar, Zhao Guihua didn't take any chances.
Eating the wrong thing could land you in a coffin, so she played it safe, aiming for stability over quantity.
"Guihua, did you get your hen from Aunt Lian nearby?"
Zhao Guihua: "Yes, Aunt Zhou and Aunt Wang from our courtyard also got theirs from her."
