Pan Jinlian didn't know where the charm of this cake was.

It's just a piece of cake, but how can it be so delicious when you eat it?

Why is he so brittle?

Why is he so brittle?

I always feel that every time I take a bite, there is an incomparably unique fragrance wafting between my lips and teeth.

The outside is crispy, but the inside is delicate and tender, accompanied by the hot green onion aroma, it is simply amazing!

She looked at Wu Dalang suspiciously, inexplicably a little more curious.

This little guy ......

It's quite imaginative.

Next, Pan Jinlian was like a greedy kitten, sticking to Wu Dalang's side, watching Wu Dalang pick up the scallion pancakes, and then take the opportunity to pick up some fallen scum and eat them.

Wu Dalang: "Jin Lian, do we want to eat a whole piece?" People who don't know still think that I, Wu Dalang, abuse you. ”

Pan Jinlian: "No, five pieces of money, I can't afford to eat it, it's enough to eat some crumbles." ”

Half an hour later.

The oil in the pot is slowly bottoming out, and the noodles prepared on the table are all done.

Lin Bai nodded with satisfaction, with the help of the system, he could not only make scallion pancakes perfectly, but even the raw materials would not be wasted.

"Dalang, is there anything I can help you with?" Pan Jinlian asked with a little weakness, Wu Dalang was busy working here for a long time, and she ate like a child next to her for a long time.

Wu Dalang smiled and said, "You can help me cut each cake into eight small pieces, and I'll clean the pot and stove." ”

"Okay~" Pan Jinlian eagerly put the cake on the board, each knife was cut very evenly, very careful, for fear that this piece would be cut a little more, and that piece would be cut a little less.

I think this is a five-piece thing, if it is a little less, the people who buy it will not be happy, if it is a little more, then she Pan Jinlian will not be happy.

After a while, more than a dozen scallion pancakes were cut into dozens of pieces like cutting pizza, Pan Jinlian found another bamboo basket, carefully put linen cloth to keep warm, and put the hot scallion pancakes in.

"Da Lang, do you really plan to sell Wuwen a piece?"

Pan Jinlian still didn't believe it.

"Of course."

Wu Dalang replied very simply.

A penny in the Song Dynasty, converted to modern times, is three cents.

As for the five cents, it is actually a piece of five.

Although a piece of five-piece scallion pancake is indeed a little expensive, everything is important and one thing is scarce.

As for scallion pancakes, for the people of the Song Dynasty, it was naturally rare and could not be rarer.

So it's not too much to sell a piece of Wuwen.

That's when it happened.

"Crisp pears, sell crisp pears~"

Outside, a child of about thirteen or fourteen years old carried a basket and some fresh pears, and shouted loudly at the door of Wu Dalang's house.

The child's name is Brother Yun, and he is also the child of a poor family in the county, his mother was trampled to death by the county lord's horse when she was selling pears on the street a few years ago, and his father was paralyzed and sick in bed for many years, so Brother Yun was forced to sell pears at a young age to make a living.

Because the two of them are the ones who are bullied in the county, they can be regarded as sympathetic to each other, and they often get together.

It's also a home away, and each other has someone to talk to.

Hearing Brother Yun's shout, Wu Dalang carried the basket, it was time to clock in to work.

Pan Jinlian behind him still couldn't help but admonish: "Da Lang, if you can't sell it for five yuan, we can sell two yuan.....

She is not greedy to earn dozens of dollars, she can earn more than a dozen dollars a day, and that is enough.

I don't know if Wu Dalang listened or not, just nodded indiscriminately and left.

Brother Yun glanced at the basket in Wu Dalang's hand and was very puzzled.

On weekdays, he carries two baskets, so how can he simply carry one in his hand today?

After holding it for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Da Lang, are you not feeling well?" ”

Wu Dalang: "No? Why do you ask? ”

"It's not uncomfortable, so why are you selling such a little cake today? This time, can Pan Jinlian let you go to bed? ”

Wu Dalang suddenly cried and laughed: "Today, I don't sell cooking cakes, I sell scallion pancakes." ”

Brother Yun: "Oil cake? Da Lang, I haven't left me since I can remember, but I've heard a little bit of outside things from my father, I've heard about dough cakes, I've heard about dry cakes, and I've heard of cooking cakes, but I really haven't heard of what you said, Da Lang, what kind of scallion pancakes are you, and what kind of cakes are you? ”

Wu Dalang said succinctly: "Oil cake is a cake made of green onions and oil together." ”

When Brother Yun heard the word oil, his face showed a look of astonishment: "What? Making cakes out of oil? It's a waste, isn't it, how much do you have to sell it for to earn it back? ”

"Wuwenbei."

"What? Five.... Five pieces of text?? ”

Brother Yun couldn't help laughing, and sneered: "Da Lang, I think you are very sick, Wuwen is a cake, you are a fool when you treat others, who will buy it." ”

"I'm sure that your scallion pancake is one today, ah no, you can't sell half of it......"

Faced with doubts, Lin Bai smiled, "Sell it and try it, what if?" ”

After speaking, he carried the basket and quickened the pace to the morning market.