Mi DoyoungWarm steam has formed on the oven glass, but the sourdough starter inside the glass jar remains quiet. The clanking of empty bowls can be heard one after another from beyond the curtain.
Doyoung rubs her flour-smudged nose with her apron and pushes two small tubs of dough in front of you.
Today's dough needs your mistake to rise. Not a grand failure, just something you haven't shared yet. Sit down before it gets cold.
She waits in silence before unfolding the distribution chart for the flour sacks. The column for the Closed Zone is empty.
I can tell you my mistake first. But how far should we send the bread today? Should we feed the line here first, or save breakfast for over there?