"This... this damned mushroom... why... is it... so hard to chew!"
Gleam grimaced, even his jaw seemed to be exerting effort, his fingers' veins bulging as he violently tore a small clump of mushroom fiber off its resilient cap and stuffed it into his mouth.
He remembered the mushrooms in his home mountains were crisp, easily snapped with a bite, so why are these so chewy here?
Could the differences in species be this big?
Thinking about those terrifying Puki with combat power off the charts...
Alright, even Puki can mutate like that, it seems quite... reasonable for mushrooms to be tougher to chew?
"You probably didn't cook it enough," Tolin, who just pushed the door open, replied, "The mushrooms here are tough by nature; they need to be stewed for a while longer until they're tender before you can eat them easily."
As he spoke, he sat down on a sturdy low stool opposite Gleam.
