Jing Shu handed Aunt Wang several pieces of meat. "Sorry we don't have any bowls, just make do for now. I appreciate your hard work over the next few days."
Aunt Wang didn't hesitate to take the meat, thanking Jing Shu profusely. She carefully placed it into her pocket, clutching it protectively, determined not to let anyone outside see. She wanted to take it back for her daughter.
After seeing the pancakes that had been made, Jing Shu shook her head. "They're too big and thick; eating them is like chewing on dirt. They should be about palm-sized and thinner to make them crispier and easier to bite into, like rice crusts. Remember, pinch the edges downwards so you can stack them for easy carrying."
