Mrs. Yang asked, "Auntie, these eggs are a bit salty. Can Shi Tou's mother eat them?"
Shi Tou's maternal grandmother said with a smile, "These are for our guests. We'll cook different ones for Shi Tou's mother—poached eggs. You came all this way just to see the baby, yet you brought a hen and so many eggs. You must have been saving them up to sell, weren't you? Now you've brought them all here. All that saving for nothing."
Mrs. Yang laughed. "Oh, Auntie, listen to you. A new addition to the family is such a joyous occasion. Of course it's worth a few eggs! Please, don't say things that will make me feel embarrassed. It's only because the chickens we raised this year grew so well that I had one to bring. In the past, I had nothing at all and couldn't have even offered a few eggs."
