Chapter 19 Listening to Stories from Grandpa Chen
An hour later, Han Qiwu had four different-colored pancakes in front of him.
Pure sorghum flour pancakes, pure cornmeal pancakes, pure wheat flour (white flour) pancakes, and buckwheat flour pancakes.
Five pancakes of each variety, not too many, all made for Grandpa Chen to sample the flavors.
Han Qiwu turned off the griddle, packed up the pancakes, and set out on his bike straight for the noodle shop.
But when he arrived, he was met with a locked door.
"Family celebration. Closed today."
Han Qiwu considered it while sitting on his bike. Since the elderly man is quite advanced in years and might visit the clinic regularly, he decided to ask Hu Qi for directions.
Inside the town clinic, Hu Qi was counting medicine stocks. She looked up as she heard footsteps.
"Still haven't recovered from your cold? Or is it some new injury?" Hu Qi's greeting was tinged with professional humor.
"Neither—I'm feeling great. Sister Hu, I wanted to ask you something. Do we have an elderly man here, around eighty years old? Named Chen Dashan, fond of wearing green camouflage?" Han Qiwu smiled as he asked.
Hu Qi's face darkened. "What did you just call me?"