Rice took count of the fresh orders she was getting, continuously thanking her customers for each order, "Give ten... no five minute..." The chef bows apologetically, not expecting her pre-made strips to run out so fast.
She turns to her right, which was a comfortably laid out table of various ingredients and racks with urns and containers. trips of rat's meat that sliced and marinated in pool of dark brown sauce were fished out one by one, each strip roughly an inch wide, one centimeter thick, and the length varies. Two strips were skewer into one bamboo skewer if it were too short in a zig zag pattern along the meat strips; with a twist of her wrist she spins the meat into a spiral helix, easily skewering over ten of them within a minute.
The skewers were then peppered with corn flour on a tray, and holding the sticks of the newly prepared skewers, she turn right again facing now her cooking area. A slanting table which seems to be molded out of clay to make tough ceramic, a total of 6 rings with stands, very possibly her stoves. On one of them were a huge two feet wide Wok that has a lid on it, removing the lid releases a puff of steam, and the air blurs with the rising heat.
Rice dips the skewers into the hot boiling oil, seeming unaffected with the violent bubbling and cracking of moist substance added into oil. A good minute and she raises the strips which are now golden brown and dripping with hot oil. She fans them with her free hand a few times before sticking them onto the ball of clay on the counter.
She continues to make and serve her snacks out, repeating to every of her customer a broad grin and a "Thank you... do come back, Rice make different later." So how long would later be anyway...