"Haha, that must have been hard for you, Uncle Dayong." Yang Chuxia laughed. Considering her grandmother's temperament, she knew Uncle Dayong must have been nagged all morning.
She then took out the egg pancakes made by Ms. Wang, "I guess Grandma didn't even let you have breakfast before sending you out, did she? Look how much your niece cares for you, I brought you my mother's egg pancakes, made with two extra eggs."
"Oh, my dear niece knows me so well, I won't be polite then. You really guessed right, Uncle didn't have breakfast." Yang Dayong took the pancake from Yang Chuxia and ate it while driving the oxcart.
"Uncle Dayong, how are the chairs you were making for me coming along?" Yang Chuxia hadn't forgotten about this.
After taking a bite of the pancake, Yang Dayong said, "To be honest, Xiaxia, that thing wasn't easy to make. I spent several nights pondering over it."
"And then? Have you finally figured it out?"
