Lu Yang arrived at the sesame seed cake stall again.
The seller making the sesame cakes was a Senior Sister adept in refining techniques. From leavening the dough, relaxing it, kneading it, to shaping it, her skills were honed to perfection.
She meticulously rolled the dough into numerous tiny balls and, harnessing strength from her fingers, wrists, arms, down to her torso, fashioned them into round cakes.
Her precise motions followed some inherent principle. It was more than simple kneading; it was like a form of exercise to coordinate her body movements.
Laying the uncooked pancake base on her anvil, she strikingly hammered it with a heavy iron mallet. The loud clanging echoes intertwined with the sprinkling of sparks against the ground, burning small holes into its surface.
The pancake base was exposed to extreme heat, followed by sudden cooling in water that bubbled fiercely then cooled into a delectable sesame cake.
