Tang Shunyan had just gotten up the second day, assisted by Mrs. Li, dressing and washing his face, and then, remembering what his grandmother had said about making pastries, he asked the wet nurse to take him to his grandmother's courtyard for breakfast.
Upon seeing the dining room in his grandmother's courtyard, there indeed were pastries made with honey.
"Hehe, grandson has arrived, Grandmother."
Madam, seeing her lively grandson running over, said with a kindly and smiling expression:
"Slow down, these are special pastries made by the kitchen, all using the honey you brought back."
"Hehe, grandson mentioned yesterday about bringing some honey back to the courtyard, but forgot to bring it before leaving. Grandmother hasn't used up all that honey, has she?"