Saturday.
Morning.
The egg-filled pancake stand in front of the county bureau is still open for business as usual. Office workers seeking breakfast come in an endless stream, forming a queue long enough to fill two prison vans.
Jiang Yuan is also lining up at the end of it.
In Jiang Village's own canteen, there are indeed snack stalls in operation, where items like soy milk, fried dough, and tofu pudding are regular fixtures. Other options such as spicy soup, pot porridge, and meat-stuffed breads are frequently rotated.
However, the egg-filled pancake stand at the entrance of the county bureau is obviously a cut above the village's captive snack vendors.
Jiang Yuan watched the pancake lady's craft like it was a show. It was a way for him to clear his mind as well.
The lady's technique was so skilled, it could even make one's head spin.
Egg-filled pancakes and crepe rolls are entirely different paths.