Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

three days later

Early in the morning, just as the sky was getting light, the hardworking Master Howard opened his eyes early and began to prepare for today's work.

He put on his slippers and walked out of the room. He then went back to get his toothbrush, squeezed some toothpaste on it, and went to the bathroom on the first floor to wash up. He rinsed his mouth first, then brushed his teeth, brushing both his incisors and molars thoroughly, and finally cleaned his tongue.

From personal hygiene to work and life, Master Howard is meticulous in everything. It is this rigorous and serious attitude that enables Master Howard to gain a foothold in this land.

After brushing his teeth, Howard adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror. Master Howard in the mirror looked a little tired.

He had caught a slight cold after camping out a few days ago. Fortunately, his friend brought him back, otherwise Master Howard's condition would have been even worse.

Although he felt a little tired physically, the progress of the work could not be delayed, and Master Howard had to muster his best energy and spirit.

He took a handful of cold water and rubbed his face vigorously, and the self in the mirror finally regained some spirit.

Then Master Howard walked out of the bathroom with his toothbrush and returned to his room. When he came out again, he had changed into the clothes and shoes he would wear for work.

Master Howard came to the living room on the first floor. His roommate Arabelle had woken up early and was preparing breakfast for the two of them.

Wearing an apron, she spread mayonnaise and jam on a slice of bread, then put lettuce, bacon, imitation meat and a fried egg in it, and covered it with another piece of bread.

Coffee was brewing in the stove, making a gurgling sound.

Arabelle made the sandwiches, then took out a knife and cut the square bread into two triangles. She placed the two sandwiches on two plates and garnished them with a few blueberries from the refrigerator. She then carried the plates to the table and placed one sandwich in front of Chef Howard, who was sitting at the table, and the other on the table opposite him.

Then Arabelle untied her apron and hung it on the wall, then returned to the makeshift stove. She turned out the coffee maker and poured out two cups of coffee, placing one at her place and pushing the other to Chef Howard.

"Feeling better?" Arabelle expressed concern for her roommate's health.

Chef Howard nodded, confirming his health to his roommate, and then he took a sip of his coffee. It was rich and fragrant, with a hint of cinnamon and other spices, giving it a unique flavor.

Soon Chef Howard finished his breakfast, and Arabelle washed the dishes and kitchen utensils, then put on the leather jacket that was thrown on the sofa and opened the door.

In addition to being Master Howard's roommate, Arabelle is also his carpool partner for get off work, although it's mostly Master Howard who rides in her car.

But just as Master Howard was about to leave, Arabelle called him. When Master Howard was confused, Arabelle reached out and gently straightened Master Howard's tangled hair. Then she said, "Okay, let's go."

Arabelle was an excellent driver, as fast as lightning. Soon Master Howard and Arabelle arrived at the parking place for work. Master Howard and Arabelle said goodbye and went to their own workplace.

Chef Howard's job is "chef". He can make pancakes that make people feel unconditionally happy after eating them. After figuring out his own abilities, Chef Howard keenly noticed the business opportunities here and boldly looked for partners for himself.

After hard work, the pancakes made by Master Howard have become an important commodity transported from Zhongchao to Shangchao. The round trip has greatly promoted the flow of funds between the two places. Master Howard has also gained wealth, respect and status in Zhongchao with this ability.

Chef Howard walked into the restaurant where he had been working. Originally, this place belonged to his previous employer, but after Chef Howard reached an agreement with his new partner, it was rented out at a high price. When Howard walked in, his former employer Anderson was wiping the table boredly.

Chef Howard greeted his old employer, then walked into the kitchen to start today's work.

Since he wanted to make pancakes, he needed ingredients. Every once in a while, his new employer would purchase a batch of fresh ingredients for him through special channels, and today was the day the new batch of ingredients arrived.

Chef Howard checked the newly arrived ingredients. The liquid oil was clear and thick like honey, without a trace of bubbles. The fresh vegetable leaves were not yellow or worm-eaten at all. They were obviously top-quality ingredients.

Then comes the most important thing: wheat flour and mung bean flour.

Howard opened the bag of flour. The flour was obviously carefully selected, without any lumps or impurities, and was a comfortable warm white color.

Looking at the bag of top-quality flour, Howard pulled something out of his pocket.

It was a handful of gravel and husks.

Howard threw these impurities in, then sealed the bag and shook it vigorously to allow the impurities to be fully mixed with the original high-quality ingredients.

Then Master Howard threw the flour bag into a corner and turned on the tap to wash his hands.

Next, Chef Howard seemed to have forgotten the bag of flour he had tampered with. He hummed a song and began to wipe the stove, preparing the kitchen utensils to be used today.

Suddenly, Master Howard's foot kicked something. He looked down and saw that it was a bag of flour.

When Master Howard opened the bag of flour, he saw that it was mixed with grit and husks.

Master Howard looked surprised, and then flew into a rage.

After half an hour.

"Although our products are mainly sold for their effects rather than their gimmicks, we still have to at least do a good job on the surface, right?" Howard paced back and forth in the Anchor Tavern with his hands behind his back. In front of him stood a row of people who were helping him or delivering him raw materials, listening to his lecture with their heads bowed.

"Everyone, please take a look at this." Howard grabbed a handful of flour from the bag on the counter and shook out the flour. He then presented the remaining contents to the lowered crowd. "What is this? Sand and husks. We're giving our customers this kind of food?! How do we market our brand? 'Miraculous food gifted by the Divine Emperor.' Shouldn't food gifted by the Divine Emperor contain sand?"

"I'm not blaming you." Howard softened his tone and expression and said, "We're a team. We work together and make money together. I called you all here not to hold you accountable or anything like that, but to understand why this happened so we can avoid it in the future."

The young man in charge of transportation among the people who bowed their heads and received the scolding couldn't help but speak up: "Mr. Howard, we don't know where these impurities came from. We were obviously very careful when transporting it, and the packaging of this bag of flour has never been broken. These things shouldn't be in it..."

"Oh?! So you mean that I had nothing better to do than throw a handful of garbage into the clean flour you sent me and then took the trouble to shake it evenly?" Howard asked back.

"No, no!" The boy lowered his head even lower. "I'm wondering if the bag of flour wasn't damaged during transportation, maybe it was like this when it was sealed..."

"Who is the supplier of this bag of flour? Can I file a complaint against him?" Howard asked.

The young man shook his head and said, "Mr. Howard, you don't know that Planet Nat doesn't produce traditional crops. These ingredients are regularly transported from other planets through special channels. The specific details are determined by the leader's discussions with the supplier on that planet."

This was the answer Howard wanted. He took off his chef's hat, patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "Take this bag of flour and let's go find the chief."