Only after Assistant Minister Song left did Song Yaoyao realize something was off.
Song Yaoyao: *[Guagua, why do you think Dad didn't ask anything?*
He didn't even ask how I knew how to do all this.
He just kept helping beside me.
*Why does that feel so strange?]*
Guagua: *[Isn't it good that he didn't ask?*
*Host, are you so stuffed with food that you've got nothing better to do than fret over nonsense?]*
Song Yaoyao: [Guagua, you're the one who's so stuffed you've got nothing better to do! ...]
Song Yaoyao and Guagua started bickering again...
The argument distracted Song Yaoyao, and she forgot all about those oddities!
At Morning Court the next day, the atmosphere really was much better!
Song Yaoyao: [Guagua, the atmosphere at court really is much better today.]
Guagua: [Host, you offered up the method for making refined salt. His Majesty should reward you!]
Song Yaoyao: *[Really?*
*I don't have many hobbies. I just like the yellow and white stuff-gold and silver. His Majesty only needs to reward me with some of that.]*
Guagua: [Host, haven't you ever thought about getting promoted?]
Song Yaoyao: *[No, and I don't want a promotion.*
I don't even want the position I have now.
Being an official is exhausting. You have to crawl out of bed so early every day to attend court. It's enough to wear you to death!
I'm still a child, yet I'm already living the life of a wage slave. That's miserable enough!
Guagua, have you heard this saying? The higher the office, the greater the responsibility.
I don't want to become some high-ranking official and pile all that work onto myself!
*His Majesty should spare a little weakling like me instead of promoting me. If he wants to torment someone, he can torment