"Come on, come on, I didn't greet you well, I didn't greet you well." The old lady walked into the main room carrying a big pot of porridge.
"Oh, there's something to eat!"
Saihan pounced forward, but was held back by Bai Yuzheng.
He stirred the porridge: "Old lady, what you are cooking is mushroom porridge."
The old lady smiled and said: "Yes, my wife picked these mushrooms herself. You can try them, they are so fresh."
Bai Yuzheng did not taste it, but said slowly: "Mushrooms are delicious, but poisonous mushrooms are not."
"What are you talking about?" the old lady got angry, "We mountain people have lived here all our lives and relied on the mountains. Are we unable to taste the mushrooms if they are poisonous or not?"
As she spoke, she picked up the spoon, drank a mouthful of porridge like she was angry, and then put the spoon into the porridge: "Look, you didn't poison my old woman to death!"
When Bai Yuzheng saw that she was indeed fine, he smiled and said, "I'm sorry."
Bai Yuyue also complained: "Third brother, you are too careful."
Bai Yuzheng smiled and said nothing.
Inside the house, a slight voice asked: "Have they eaten?"
"Of course." It was the old lady's voice.
"Hmph, it took a lot of effort for them to come over, so we can't miss again tonight!"
"Don't worry," the old lady's voice became sharper, "I want to avenge my granddaughter and my family!"
As she spoke, a gleam flashed in her eyes.
The night is overwhelming.
The four people who had finished their meal sat together and discussed.
He also visited the village, but there was still no whereabouts of Cang Xiyao. Bai Yuyue felt very frustrated.
Saihan could only comfort her and said that since someone had played that piece of music, it was probably Cang Xiyao.