The news reached Xiang Ying's ears, and she laughed so hard she bent over backward.
"Xiang Qianqian really tries to learn everything, yet doesn't get any of it right."
Taking this opportunity, Xiang Ying picked up one of the chubby silkworms from the basket beside her.
She told the little ones, "Actually, silkworms can be eaten, but usually, we eat roasted silkworm pupae. As for the taste of live white silkworms, I have yet to know."
"The most impressive ability of a white silkworm is the silk it produces, which can be woven into beautiful clothes."
Xiang Yuanshuo's dark eyes lit up: "I remember now! Previously, Mr. Chu taught us a poem, 'Those adorned in silk and satin are surely not rearing silkworms.'"
Xiang Ying took out a strip of honey-glazed dried meat and handed it over: "That's correct, a little jerky as a reward."
Xiang Yuanshuo immediately flashed a sweet, soft smile: "Thank you, naughty mama."
