Mr. Yang sat in front of the stove, the blazing flames casting a flickering orange-red glow on his face.
His body leaned back, but his neck craned slightly forward, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the big pot, reluctant to let his gaze stray for even a moment.
It was simple—because it smelled amazing! Absolutely delicious!
When the golden oil was poured into the big pot, the proofed dough, now soft and springy, was spread evenly onto the countertop, then rolled into perfect, uniform, thin sheets with a rolling pin.
The old man of the Tian Group handed the reins to Seventh Uncle, who took a knife and carefully sliced the big pancake into neatly sized diamond-shaped pieces.
Once Mr. Yang heard the command to start the fire, the diamond-shaped dough pieces were lifted one by one, placed neatly onto the sieve basket, and carried into the kitchen by Seventh Uncle.
The oil quickly heated to about eighty percent readiness.
