Afraid that Yao Hui would persist, she turned to Lyu Xiangyang and slapped him hard on the back: "You ruined the good eggs, now hurry and apologize to your aunt."
Lyu Xiangyang initially didn't want to apologize, but seeing his father scowling, he wisely said, "I'm sorry."
Looking at the eggs shattered all over the floor, Lyu Juncheng held back his heartache: "Alright, since you know it was wrong, clean up the floor."
After speaking, he looked up at Yao Hui: "You shouldn't just stand there, go make dinner."
Lyu Xiangyang looked at the eggs on the floor: "Dad, these eggs can still be collected and fried."
Lyu Juncheng also craved eggs, but what could he say? If word got out, the neighborhood would laugh at them. He glared at his son and walked out, leaving it up to his son on how to handle it.
As he left, he didn't forget to call out: "Yao Hui, it's getting late, hurry and make dinner."
