Xu Xiaoyan opened her eyes in daylight, a tad puzzled as she glanced outside.
The sun was almost up; why hadn't Yan Fei come to wake her up?
Suddenly, she instinctively sniffed, then burst into a gleeful smile.
She got up, tidied her tousled hair from sleep, and while combing it, she sauntered into the kitchen: "Yan Xiaofei, why are you in such a good mood this morning? Are you making me scallion oil pancakes to eat?"
"It's not a scallion oil pancake, can't you see I'm making griddle cakes?" Yan Fei looked up at her. "Hurry up and get ready. We're going to the county town later. I need to buy some scrap iron."
"Uh-huh, griddle cakes, griddle cakes, I misspoke... Wait, I was kidding yesterday, are you really going to start blacksmithing?" Xu Xiaoyan, while gleefully watching the griddle cakes in the pot, nodded and asked with a slight surprise.
