kvmb Chapter 392 The Little Mushroom's Magic Kingdom
Chapter 392 The Little Mushroom's Magic Kingdom
At the fold of time, there lies a wondrous city. Deep within a cluster of glass buildings shimmering with a soft glow, lives an elderly man with a silver beard and white hair, and his magical team. Day and night, they guard nature's most wondrous secret—those tiny mushrooms that dance in the moonlight.
This summer, during the Wonder City Harvest Festival, a little girl named Xiao Sizi with pigtails arrived at the Mushroom Magic Garden. Deep within the flower hedge, she stumbled upon a metal cabin emitting a soft hum, from which wisps of cloud-like white mist drifted gently.
"This is our smart mushroom house," Sister Xiaoyun, dressed in a pristine white lab coat, smiled as she pushed open the hatch. Inside, starlight twinkled, as if a piece of the Milky Way had been cut and embellished. A line of text appeared on the crystal screen on the wall: "Temperature 20°C, humidity 65%—the little mushroom is nestled in a dream of light and dew."
What amazed Xiao Sizi the most was the enchanting pink mushroom forest. Plump, glistening peach-pink wood ear mushrooms hung from the mushroom logs like newly blooming petals, shimmering with a dreamlike hue under the soft light. "These are magic ears, bathed in moonlight," Sister Xiaoyun said, handing over a cool, smooth piece of "Imperial Concubine Ear." Xiao Sizi took a small bite, and the crisp sound startled the dozing mushroom fairies—they shook off their shimmering light and fluttered up.
"Come see our mushroom papermaking technique!" Sister Xiaoyun showed several paper cards that shimmered with a warm, pearly luster. These magical sheets of paper, made from mushroom fibers, not only emitted a faint woody scent but were also printed with various images of fairies. Even more wonderfully, when Xiaosizi gently turned the cards towards the sunlight, the mushroom fairies on them seemed to awaken, dancing gracefully and enacting a subtle dialogue between light and life.
Inside the mushroom dessert station, dragon-shaped mushroom ice cream is spewing out colorful mist. Little Sizi takes a bite of milk ice cream infused with black fungus, and suddenly hears soft cheers in her ears—it turns out that with each bite, the mushroom spirit hidden within will quietly bestow a healthy blessing upon the child, giving sweetness a healing power.
However, beneath this pristine exterior, undercurrents surged. At the other end of the market, a shrewd young man was enthusiastically promoting his "Gluttonous Immortal Powder"—a compound additive that instantly made food incredibly delicious. He himself never touched these, selecting only the finest ingredients for every meal, yet he preached to ordinary people that "taste is innocent, and happiness is paramount." Xiao Sizi had personally witnessed his workshop piled high with antibiotics and synthetic colorings that were banned in African countries, yet the labels boldly proclaimed "legal and compliant," claiming that "the more you eat, the more addictive it becomes, and the more you want to eat."
He often talks about his theory of "destructive reconstruction" and "planned obsolescence": food should be made so delicious that people can't stop eating it, but it should lose all its nutritional value; it doesn't matter if the body is damaged, "the more developed the catering industry, the more prosperous the medical industry will be."
Xiao Sizi clutched the hem of her clothes. She thought of the little boy next door who always coughed, and the increasing number of arrows on her medical reports—illness enters through the mouth, the damage is silent, and by the time it's discovered, it's too late. She didn't want the people in her hometown to be surrounded by "technology and grueling work" every day, treating chemical reagents like their daily meals.
As the setting sun bathes the mushroom garden in golden light, the little ox carries not only mushroom postcards and germinating mushroom treasure boxes, but also a weighty mission.
She looked back and saw that the smart mushroom house was already lit up with a warm yellow light. The windows were like smiling eyes, and the door was like the corners of a raised mouth. The whole mushroom house seemed to be a warm living being, whispering to her: Within each little mushroom lies a magic that makes the world a better place—they purify the soil, nourish life, and protect the health of the earth and mankind in the gentlest way.
Xiao Sizi also wants to use this natural flavor to awaken taste buds numbed by additives and safeguard the authenticity and safety of every family's dining table.