Mu Zhiyang stood silently a little in front of Jiang Yuan.
"It's my box, used to store pancakes." The pancake vendor wasn't tall, but appeared quite sturdy.
Xiao Si lightly tapped the plastic strap on the box with his hand, feeling a similar texture. Then, intentionally waiting until the other two officers were behind the vendor, he said, "I bought pancakes from you before. Do you remember?"
"I remember, you bought a lot." The vendor chuckled twice, "Thanks for your business."
"Yours are quite tasty," Xiao Si said, looking at the ingredients in front of the vendor, "This crispy thing, it's deep-fried, right?"
"Yes, I make all of it myself," replied the vendor.
"You make it yourself?"
"Of course. We're a small business, save where we can."
"And the sauce?"
"The sauce is my own mix, several ingredients, a secret recipe."
"It can't all be your own mix, right?"
"Couldn't do it all by myself, too many types. Some things are more conveniently bought and taste just as good."
