"Let's go home," he said, while stooping down to fill in the cave.
Ruan Jiaojiao couldn't keep things to herself and asked him on the way back, "Brother Xi, what else did you put inside? Why do I feel like I smelled the fragrance of fruits?"
Ruan Jiaojiao's sense of smell was not as sharp as it had been in her past life, and the cave's earthy scent made it difficult to be certain, although she was suspicious.
Xiu Xi, who was holding her hand, stiffened.
This was clearly a sign of guilt, and Ruan Jiaojiao became even more suspicious.
However, she didn't dwell on it much, assuming it was his own stash of food. After all, he'd had a hard life before, and he might still lack a sense of security, wanting to hide some food to ensure his future livelihood.
If it really was fruit, then he must have picked it when he went to the front mountain.