This put some pressure on Yang Dayong, but luckily, it didn’t affect his craftsmanship.
After a few more days, Yang Dayong finally finished making everything Yang Chuxia wanted by the tenth day of December.
Yang Chuxia looked at the various items placed in the room and courtyard, one by one: the large pull-rod suitcases, small book boxes with engraved flowers by Brother An, the rotating table she mentioned, jewelry boxes with single and double layers, and those with small drawers. There were also shoe racks and clothes hangers, which were all common everyday necessities but still had a unique touch.
She believed that at the same or slightly higher price point, people would prioritize buying her items over others if given the choice.
Of course, wheelchairs were not left out; two or three were made earlier, and another two or three had been made these days.
"Uncle Dayong, this timing is perfect for our store’s opening the day after tomorrow."
"Of course, I stayed up all night for two nights in a row to make these things for you, and only slept a little during the day." As he said this, Yang Dayong even pretended to yawn.
Aside from Yang Dayong, Yang Chuxia noticed that Uncle Niu and Fugui also had dark circles under their eyes and dry, yellow faces, indicating poor sleep.
So she said, "Let’s all go to my house. I already asked my mom to prepare a big pot of meat soup and other dishes. You guys can eat first, and then rest from this afternoon until tomorrow. After that, we can all go to the store together to witness the opening, okay?"
"Deal." Yang Dayong didn’t hesitate and replied, "I’ve been so tired these days; I’ll need some good food from your sister-in-law to help me recover."
"Haha, don’t worry, my mom not only made meat soup but also big meat buns." Yang Chuxia laughed, "She’s been busy since this morning, and I guess the meat buns are just coming out of the steamer."
"In that case, let’s hurry up and eat so we can come back to rest." With that, Yang Dayong eagerly led the way.
Land Officer Yang’s grandson heard there would be meat soup and hurriedly followed.
Yang Dayong was initially unwilling to bring him, but the little boy clung to Yang Chuxia’s clothes, "Sister Xiaxia, I want to go too, I want to drink the meat soup."
"Alright, let’s go; your sister will take you."
After saying this, Yang Chuxia greeted Land Officer Yang and his wife, and they all went together.
When they passed by the old house, they saw Yang Qingbao sitting at the door looking around aimlessly, poking the ground and the wall. Yang Chuxia guessed that the other kids in the village didn’t invite him to play, so he had nowhere else to go and was just bored.
"Qingbao, come here!" Yang Chuxia called out to him from afar.
His enthusiasm was even greater than if he had seen his own sister.
"Here, take your cousin from Land Officer’s family, and let’s go to my house to eat something good."
"Ah, no, I won’t go; my mom already cooked at home." Yang Qingbao thought it would be inappropriate to go to someone else’s house for a meal in the afternoon, especially since there was food back home.
Perhaps all the recent events had made him more sensitive; he had been paying more attention to what adults said, and understood more. He knew that it was not good to take advantage of people’s hospitality for a free meal.
"Just follow me if I say so, there’s no need to talk so much!" Yang Chuxia scowled at him, thinking that the kid refused not to take the opportunity to eat something delicious.