Not caring whether it was cooked or not, they forcefully poured the soup containing poisonous fungus into my mouth, which was already close to unconsciousness with high fever and I was powerless to resist, so I could only let them do whatever they wanted.
But this time, I was well-prepared. On the contrary, my sister-in-law was only concerned about choosing bright and sexy poor quality hiking clothes. Compared to my previous life, her warmth was greatly reduced.
When we reached the entrance to the mountain, I was already familiar with the terrain from my previous experiences and we had locals serving as our tour guides. These guides typically taught travelers to identify common poisonous and edible mushrooms, which was a scientific approach highly recommended by the local Culture and Tourism Bureau and praised in five-star reviews.
This was a great value-for-money service for regular travelers. However, my mother-in-law's family was not so easygoing. When it came to covering their daily expenses, they all conveniently ignored the issue, leaving me to pay the bill.