Spring Chicken Stewed with Mushrooms[1]

The old lady brought them over to her wooden house. A dusky oil lamp was erected in the center – it was neither dim nor bright – and cobwebs littered the surroundings. A gentle breath of air was all it took for Xu Lan to be choked by dust.

"Pa…Xu Lan."

"Here are some clothes. And also, it's already midnight. I'm a light sleeper, and I can't stand tossing from side to side." The old lady took the set of clothes and slapped them onto the table, causing a puff of dust to rise into the air. Bai Wu instinctively turned, then used his hand to cover Xu Lan's nose and mouth.

"Thank you, old lady." Xu Lan pushed Bai Wu's hand away and thanked politely.

"Offending public morals! Offending public morals!" The old lady left in a rage and solemnly went out of the room.

"How long has this house been uninhabited? The dust is so thick." After the lady left, Bai Wu took the clothes from the table top and put them on.

"Don't complain! We're lucky to have a