Her grandson's rare visit made his grandmother overjoyed. She immediately turned to head for the backyard, intending to catch their fattest hen and make soup.
Yang Qi quickly stopped her.
"Grandma, don't worry about it. I have to head back this afternoon. Killing a chicken and making soup takes too long. A simple meal is fine. I'll be happy with just some eggs."
"How could that be okay? You came all this way just to eat eggs..." His grandmother was still reluctant.
"Why not? Have you forgotten? When I was little, my favorite thing to eat was the sweet egg soup you used to make."
Yang Qi smiled, cajoling her. "Besides, chicken soup is too greasy. I have to drive this afternoon, and eating too much will make me sleepy, which isn't safe. Let's just have eggs and stir-fry a couple of fresh vegetables from the garden. That would be better than anything."
After a great deal of persuasion, he finally managed to talk his insistent grandmother out of killing the chicken.
