"I haven't eaten yet, I'm going to cook now, soon, Hao'er, get some fruit out and save your friends from starving." After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she walked out vigorously.

"Everyone is laughing, my mother is just a little too enthusiastic, don't care, you can do whatever you want." Bai Lihao said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, I like my aunt very much." Song Xiaoxiao looked at Bai Lihao's mother, and felt some family affection in her heart, such a mother is the one who really cares about her child.

Bai Lihao was relieved to see that Song Xiaoxiao didn't mind his mother's actions before, these three people also seem to get along very well, not like the legendary masters, a little impersonal, and don't care about the lives of people in the world, in their eyes, everything is an ant.

Bai Lihao quickly brought a few plates of fruit and put them on the stone table in the room, looking at the three people sitting at the stone table, and then Bai Lihao sat a little farther away from the three of them.

"Xiao Haohao, come here, sit so far away, you still think we are bullying you." Mo Xiaoyang greeted Baili Hao like a big brother, and finally met a teenager who was a little younger than himself, so he naturally wanted to play together.

Bai Lihao looked at Song Xiaoxiao's clear smile, then accepted Mo Xiaoyang's proposal, and sat next to Mo Xiaoyang with a wooden pier.

"Xiao Haohao, what is this little fruit, the color of the whole body is red, and the taste is sweet and sour, I have never seen it." Mo Xiaoyang bites a small fruit, the appearance of half an egg is smooth, which makes people very hungry when they look at it, and the bright red juice is sweet in the mouth, which is simply intoxicating.

"This little fruit is very common in our place, almost every household has to plant, it is called centrifugal fruit, there has always been a legend about this small fruit, although everyone does not know whether it is true or false, but they are willing to believe it."

"What a legend, let's hear it." Mo Xiaoyang fully exerted his specialty of not speaking for a long time, and asked curiously.

"Legend has it that our world, originally there was no sky, the dark and dreary world, just a chaos, since an immortal came here, here has been derived from all things and human beings, when the immortal left, he left a centrifugal tree, the immortal told everyone that if you want to survive and reproduce in this world, you must plant centrifugal trees in every house, eat centrifugal fruits, otherwise there will be disasters. So since I was born, I've seen that every family is growing centrifugal fruits, and everyone eats a lot of centrifugal fruits. Strange to say, some people once wanted to refute this legend, did not eat centrifugal fruit for half a year, and then this person fell ill and died, even the doctor could not find out what the reason was, since then, no one has to provoke this legend, but more awe. ”

Mo Xiaoyang listened to Bai Lihao's words, and couldn't help but be startled, half of the small fruit in his hand fell to the ground with a click, and his mouth chewing the fruit stopped for a moment, "This legend sounds a little scary, I will be fine if I eat this fruit."

"Little Miss" Mo Xiaoyang looked at Song Xiaoxiao with a pleading gaze.

"It should be fine, the people of our tribe have been eating it for decades, and there is no problem." Bai Lihao scratched his head and said in a low voice.

"You have lived here since you were a child, so naturally you are fine, and I am not from your place." Mo Xiaoyang was a little unhappy.