Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

"Can I have a taste?" Anderson rubbed his hands excitedly in front of the freshly-made pancake.

Howard nodded and said, "Of course, food is made to be eaten."

Hearing this answer, Anderson pulled out a knife and fork from behind, cut off a small piece of the pancake like cutting a steak, picked it up with the fork, and dipped it in some of the sesame paste in the pancake. Then, he put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and chewed it devoutly.

"That's it..." Anderson opened his eyes after swallowing the pancake. He wiped away the tears that glistened in the corners of his eyes and said, "That's it. This magical food. I never thought I'd get to taste it again."

So Howard started making pancakes at the Anchor Tavern.

This strange snack immediately became popular. After a few days of running-in, Howard and Anderson determined the division of labor: Howard was only responsible for making the day's supply of pancakes in the kitchen, and Anderson was responsible for all miscellaneous tasks such as selling.

Howard, who had completed his share for the day, sat in the corner of the pub, drinking a glass of unknown juice alone, watching the long queue of people lining up in front of the counter to buy pancakes.

Of course, he could make more Jianbingguozi, but that would be very tiring, and just like some of the internet-famous foods he had promoted, those foods were not necessarily much better than traditional foods, but once the prefix "limited edition" was added, they seemed to become a little more advanced.

At this time, someone sat down opposite Howard. It was Arabelle, holding a tray with a glass of ale and a serving of pancakes.

"Why are you here?" Howard was a little surprised.

"I'd like to try something you've made," Arabelle said. "This weird thing you've been making has been really popular lately, and I've lived with you all this time and never tried it. Isn't that a little strange?"

Arabelle cut a piece of pancake and put it in her mouth, then was slightly stunned.

"How is it?" Howard asked expectantly.

"It's a little better than I thought, but not as good as I thought." Arabelle gave a strange answer.

"Uh...what does this mean?" Howard asked in confusion.

"When I first saw this... Jianbing Guozi, I thought it was just an ordinary pancake, so I didn't have high expectations. But the taste definitely exceeded my expectations, which is why I said it was a little better than I thought." Arabelle cut off a small piece of Jianbing Guozi to taste, and then replied, "But look at the people lining up to buy it. It's ridiculous. And from my perspective, the food you make isn't that delicious, so I find it strange."

"boom!"

Just as Howard and Arabelle were chatting, there was a loud noise from the crowd queuing to buy pancakes. They looked and saw that it was a man in a dirty gray robe who was banging his fists on the counter.

"Give me... give me pancakes..." The man in gray robe said to Anderson behind the counter in a trembling voice.

Anderson, who was selling pancakes behind the counter, said calmly and politely, "I'm sorry, sir, we've sold out of today's portion. Please come back tomorrow."

"No... no..." The gray-robed man seemed to lose his strength after receiving this answer. His clenched fists loosened and he collapsed powerlessly on the counter. But suddenly he seemed to think of something, so he began to rummage through his pockets. He searched through all the pockets and corners, and finally found a pile of dirty small bills and coins. He held the change in his trembling hands and raised it to Anderson, begging, "Mr. Manager... I'll give you all my money! All of it! I can give you my eyes... I can also give you my eyes and fingers... Please, please have mercy on me and give me pancakes... Sell me the pancakes..."

As he spoke, his hands trembled more violently, and the bills and coins in his hands fell rapidly. Anderson glanced at Howard's position with his peripheral vision and continued to shake his head, "Please go back, guest. Tomorrow, I will save a special copy for you."

After hearing Anderson's answer, the gray-robed man collapsed to the ground as if he had suffered a major blow.

Just when Howard thought the matter was over, he saw the gray-robed man lying on the ground suddenly reveal a ferocious expression, and then amazing strength burst out from his skinny body. He jumped over the counter and pounced on Anderson before everyone could react. Anderson was pushed back by the gray-robed man until he hit the wine cabinet against the wall and stopped.

The man in the gray robe pulled out a pistol from his robe and pressed it against Anderson's temple. His hand was as dry as a piece of charcoal, with atrophied blood vessels and covered with sores.

"Hand over the pancakes! Give them to me!" The gray-robed man leaned close to Anderson and yelled at him. His teeth were all gone, his jaw had begun to shrink, and his eyes were wide open, the whites of his eyes completely bloodshot. "Or else... or else I'll blow your head off!"

Although he was holding a murder weapon in his hand, his body was shaking as if sieving chaff, as if it was the precursor to an epileptic seizure.

Howard looked at Arabelle and was about to ask her for help, but at this moment, Anderson, with the gun pressed against his temple, sighed.

Anderson suddenly lowered his head to avoid the muzzle of the gun, then hugged the gray-robed man's waist. Anderson was much stronger than the other man, and he lifted him up in one go.

Anderson then carried the gray-robed man, and no matter how he scratched, bit, or screamed, he remained unmoved. Then Anderson carried the gray-robed man from behind the tavern counter all the way to the door of the tavern and threw him out like garbage.

"Sir, because of your behavior, you are no longer welcome to enter my tavern." After saying that, Anderson clapped his hands and left without looking back. Outside the tavern door, the creepy wailing of the gray-robed man was heard.

"boom!"

Just as the guests in the pub were discussing this unusual show, a gunshot was suddenly heard outside, followed by a woman's scream.

Howard was shocked and thought to himself, this weirdo wouldn't remake the pancake just because he couldn't eat it. If I had known you wanted it so much, I would have just cooked a new one for you.

So he ran out behind the crowd of onlookers, only to find that things were worse than he had thought.

Outside the tavern, a female customer was shot in the hand. Her entire left hand was almost severed, with only a thin layer of skin and flesh remaining connected.

She was the last customer to buy a Jianbing Guozi, and because she was shot, the uneaten Jianbing Guozi in her hand fell to the ground and was soaked in blood.

The gray-robed man dropped his gun and lay on the ground, gnawing on the pancake like a hyena gnawing on a corpse.