Chapter 517: These Women Don't Seem Like Good People

"How about we just drop it? I'm not from Jinshi, so the Chinese crepe roll I make might not suit your taste; I'm afraid you won't be satisfied," Han Fei scratched his head.

If it were possible not to make it, he truly didn't want to, after all he really doesn't know how to do this thing.

Moreover, he was just following the young man who initially didn't want to buy Chinese crepe roll, so refusing to make it now isn't particularly abrupt.

"No problem, boss, go ahead. You've already started the stall, it wouldn't be right for us to back out now," the honest, simple young man chuckled, thinking that it's just Chinese crepe roll; even if it's terrible, how bad could it be?

At that moment, the young man who had initially wanted to turn and leave, after hearing his companion's words, looked at Han Fei with an apologetic expression.

"Uncle, you've already started, just keep going; I'll transfer you the money."

As soon as the words finished, the three of them simultaneously grabbed their phones.

Ding—, Wealth Treasure payment received, eight yuan!

Ding—, Wealth Treasure payment received, eight yuan!

Ding—, WeChat payment received, eight yuan!

With the three notification sounds, Han Fei went numb.

Good guy, you still couldn't escape the fate of having to make Chinese crepe roll.

So he forced himself to start making it.

When he used to watch others making Chinese crepe roll, Han Fei thought it was simple: just toss the dough onto the iron plate, scrape it with a spatula a few circles, fling the excess batter into a bucket, continue scraping, when it's about right crack an egg on top, scrape a few more circles, then use a spatula to lift the Chinese crepe roll off the plate, add some fillings, roll and cut, and Great Merit is achieved.

He could even recite these steps by heart.

But when he actually tried it, he realized he had overestimated his manual skill and learning ability.

Because he couldn't control the pressure, the jianbing he spread had thin edges and thick centers, and some spots didn't even get batter, looking full of pits and hollows.

The three Jinshi lads watching were stunned.

Good guy, what the heck is this? A perfectly fine jianbing guozi turned into a ball like this?! Hole after hole, not a single piece intact!

"Hey, your technique is unprofessional."

Hearing that, Han Fei gave an awkward smile.

"No problem, even though there are holes now, just crack an egg over them to seal them, don't worry."

As he said, he cracked an egg onto it, carefully spreading the egg white little by little, evenly covering the pitted areas.

Believe it or not, after Han Fei's five‑minute effort, the jianbing finally looked decent, at least no longer full of pits.

Looking at the jianbing he had made, a surge of pride welled up in Han Fei, thinking that making jianbing wasn't that hard after all!

Full of confidence, he picked up the small spatula, ready to lift the cooked jianbing off the iron plate.

Who knew another mishap would occur? Earlier, he had spent a full five minutes patching all the pits, so the layer of jianbing touching the iron plate had become completely crisp; one swipe of the spatula and it crumbled.

Han Fei spatulated a few times, and only managed to lift a jianbing that was almost shattered into pieces.

Facing the three people's disdainful gazes, Han Fei forced a dry laugh twice.

"It might be a bit ugly, but the taste is the same. You don't want lettuce and ham, right… shall I just add a crispy wafer for you?"

Just as Han Fei was about to wrap the already shattered, absurd jianbing with a crispy wafer, one of the three Jinshi lads suddenly seemed to understand something, sneaking up to Han Fei and whispering.

"Boss, are you on a mission? I heard only undercover officers on a mission can make something like this."

To prevent Han Fei from suspecting him, he added another sentence.

"Rest assured, I'm a good citizen! I'm not here to cause trouble; I guarantee this won't be spread."

Han Fei was stunned, thinking, "Is my work really that terrible?" But looking down… okay, it truly was a mess, a total disaster!

Seeing his identity exposed, and judging by age that none of the three young lads could be the culprit, Han Fei simply gave in.

"You guessed right… I won't make you any more jianbing. Show the Payment QR Code, I'll refund you the money, and please don't make a fuss! After the refund, hurry away."

Han Fei reached for his phone to refund, but one of the lads pressed his hand onto it.

"Comrade police officer, your method is too easy to expose. If the person you're after sees you making jianbing like this, they'll surely suspect you. Since I can make jianbing, let me run the stall for you; you just pretend to be my dad on the side and only handle the money. I guarantee you won't be exposed!"

He said that while taking over the jianbing‑making equipment from Han Fei.

"Comrade police officer, no need to refund the money; I'll make two more for my friend."

Han Fei originally wanted to block him, but the lad had already taken over, and his jianbing technique was so professional that anyone would not suspect his identity.

Besides, my own jianbing skill is truly terrible and easily exposed, so Han Fei simply withdrew his hand, no longer intervening, and whispered, "Thanks, I'll send you a Brocade Banner later."

In no time, the lad prepared two jianbing guozi and handed them to his companion.

At this point, he had fully assumed the role: "Gentlemen, your jianbing is ready. Have you paid?"

"Paid," the two said in unison, clearly acting up. To avoid affecting Han Fei, they took the jianbing and turned to leave.

After they left, the remaining lad asked Han Fei quietly, his expression unchanged.

"Comrade police officer, is the person you're after male or female, how old, what do they look like? My eyesight is good; I can keep an eye out for you."

To be honest, Han Fei himself didn't know the answer; he only knew the culprit was probably not young, at least around forty, maybe fifty or sixty.

Of course, even if Han Fei knew, he wouldn't reveal it.

He shook his head: "I can't say that. Just help by running the jianbing stall to hide my identity; the rest is none of your business."

"Oh right, right, I get it, it's confidential. I won't say more!" The lad pinched his thumb and forefinger together, sliding from the left corner of his mouth to the right, making a "shut up" gesture.

But after a moment, he couldn't hold back.

As a true talkative Jinshi native, even with no one around he could chat with a mushroom; shut up? Impossible!

"Police Officer Bai Bai (Uncle), look at that… those women don't seem like good people!"

"The women we just passed also don't seem like good people!"

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