The young man's hand trembled slightly.
The pancake, which he had almost spread into a perfect circle with the spatula, was ruined again by the sudden change in pressure.
Oh no! The third one got spoiled too.
Chen Yan grew even more certain of her guess.
Anyone daring to run a pancake stall in Beijing had to be skilled. If you couldn't spread the batter within seconds during peak hours, you risked losing customers in the queue.
With the young man's level of skill, he would starve if he really tried to run a stall.
She asked softly, "Are you on official duty here? Are there bad guys in the alley? Official duty is more important; the pancake doesn't matter."
Chen Yan, ever the model citizen ready to cooperate with the police, said this while glancing around, afraid of interfering with the young man's operation.
However, the more she spoke, the more helpless the young man looked.
This expression made Chen Yan very curious.
What's going on?
