Song Enzhi's voice was clear and pleasant, and her tone was kind.
Meng Chuyue nodded gently, "Yes."
Song Enzhi stood up, smiled bitterly, "Firstly, I apologize for the impolite behavior of our family towards you, but for the sake of my father's health, I had no choice but to keep you here. However, rest assured, apart from my mother's decision, I can help you with everything else."
Meng Chuyue bowed to her, "It's all right. Well, for me to complete your mother's task sooner, why don't you start by telling me about your seedling cultivation process all this time?"
"Okay."
Song Enzhi hadn't expected Meng Chuyue to be so eager, but it was a good thing. She immediately picked up the experimental notes and began a detailed explanation.
There was no problem with the Song Family's seedling method.
And there couldn't be.
It was a simple matter.
Those experienced medicine farmers wouldn't possibly make basic mistakes.
