"What are you looking at?" The deputy officer of the Prime Minister asked as he looked at the Prime Minister standing by the window, unable to hold back his curiosity.
He had been standing there for a while; like an old man, it was not suitable for him to sit or stand for long periods. Adjustments needed to be orderly and regulated.
The Prime Minister's deputy officer was the son of his sister's husband's brother's son, with no real blood relation, but a rather close relationship.
The position of deputy officer, which lacked any definitive responsibility, allowed great freedom in selecting candidates. Most of the time, people chose those they trusted.
The Prime Minister paused for a moment, came back to his senses, returned to his desk, held onto the armrests of the chair, and slowly sat down.
"I'm thinking about the current weather and the issue of food scarcity."
