CHAPTER 778: CHAPTER 778: WOULDN’T HE BE A FOOL TO KEEP WIPING?

Tan Palace second floor, private office in the Treaty Hall.

Song Baiyan was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the daily briefing sent from the office of the administrator of Tan Palace. The large leather binder was filled with memos and documents requiring the President’s instructions, from all levels of the government.

The private office, whether it’s the decor or the atmosphere, felt less constrained compared to the President’s Office downstairs.

However, for those in high positions, the matters to be handled do not become lax due to a change of location.

There were also documents in the briefing that required his decision.

If not handled promptly, dragging it out for another day would only accumulate new briefings for the next day.

Song Baiyan finished reviewing the last document when the office door was knocked on, and when it opened, it was Tan Palace’s internal staff.

Five minutes later, Song Baiyan appeared at the doorway of the living room.

The door was not closed.

Song Baiyan walked up to the door, saw the situation inside, and did not rush in.

Inside the living room, the television was on, airing an evening soap opera; Xiao Minglan was peeling a melon, and in front of the sofa, Song Jingtian was leaning over the coffee table, poking a silkworm baby in the paper box with a little finger. There was also a slender figure sitting on the carpet, back facing the doorway.

Next to Tang Li sat a pot of mulberry tree.

There was also a basin on the coffee table.

In the basin, green mulberry leaves floated on the surface of the water.

Tang Li picked up a mulberry leaf, wiped off the water stains with a paper towel, as Song Jingtian directed: "You must wipe off all the water, otherwise the silkworm babies will eat it and die from diarrhea."

"Why don’t you wipe it?" Tang Li handed it to him.

The little guy pouted.

He had already wiped over a hundred leaves today; finally, there came a person doing the unpromising task. If he still did the wiping, wouldn’t that be foolish?

"Not my problem." Song Jingtian glanced at Tang Li: "You bought me two hundred silkworms. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have to get up in the middle of the night every day to feed silkworms!"

Tang Li, seeing that Xiao Minglan wasn’t intervening, spoke without much restraint to refute Song Jingtian’s accusation: "You insisted on buying them yourself at Shangbu Street; I only handled the payment."

The kid huffed: "I only wanted 20, you bought 200!"

"..." Tang Li looked up at Xiao Minglan, unavoidably feeling guilty: "At the time, these silkworms were still eggs, and I had never raised them before. I didn’t know that a tightly packed cluster could hatch so many, and the survival rate was surprisingly high."

Song Jingtian glared fiercely at her after hearing this.

The day he returned from Shangbu, Xiao Minglan disagreed with him bringing the silkworm eggs into Tan Palace. For this, he hugged the post at the entrance of Tan Palace in protest, and finally, his elder brother let him in.

When the eggs hatched, and the first silkworm baby appeared, Song Jingtian was undoubtedly joyful, holding the box all day without letting go.

But, as he saw more and more silkworm babies being born, he started to regret it.

Because he promised his elder brother that he must personally nurture these silkworm babies and not delegate the task.

The night the 201st silkworm baby was born, being woken up again by the alarm clock, Song Jingtian, dressed in pajamas and wiping each mulberry leaf with a paper towel, wanted to cry but didn’t dare to, thought of throwing away the silkworm babies, but ultimately didn’t have the heart to do so.

Thus, he had been raising them for over half a month.

Tonight, seeing Tang Li, still carrying a pot of mulberry tree appearing in Tan Palace, the little guy had nearly stared a hole through her.

Xiao Minglan finished cutting the melon, looked up, and saw the tall figure at the doorway.

Looking at her eldest son, her expression softened: "Since you’re here, why are you still standing outside?"