"Are you Taotie?" Mo Yu stared at the little boy who was squatting on the ground with his small hands outstretched to pick up the fruits scattered on the ground, his expression quite aggrieved.
Taotie raised his head, his eyes still glistening with tears. He piteously nodded and continued to lower his head to pick up the food kicked away by Vermillion Bird. Because he was very gluttonous person, Shen Yanxiao told him that gluttony was fine, but he absolutely must not waste food. Taotie firmly believed in Shen Yanxiao's guidance, so even if the fruit had already fallen to the ground, as long as it was not damaged, he would honestly pick it up, wipe it clean, and continue to eat it.
Anyway, he used to eat even stones, not to mention food that had a little dust on it.
