Early the next morning, Lu Yuanfeng arrived at Mu Shuangshuang's house, pushing a wheelbarrow.
Mu Shuangshuang was just in the kitchen making breakfast, with sweet corn porridge paired with freshly cooked pancakes.
As Lu Yuanfeng got closer, a fragrant aroma greeted him.
"Fengzi, you're just in time. I'll be done with this pancake soon."
Mu Shuangshuang's pancakes were made with wheat flour. After kneading the dough and letting it ferment, she spread it into a large flat cake, placing pickled chives and chili sauce around the edges.
The cake would then be folded and tossed into the oil pan for frying.
Pancakes made this way were simple in method, but most importantly, they were incredibly tasty.
Standing at the kitchen door, Lu Yuanfeng watched the girl working busily by herself. She stood by the stove, smiling as she cooked the pancakes in the pan, moving swiftly and skillfully.
Lu Yuanfeng watched, unexpectedly mesmerized.
