The shop is also a small shop on the ancient street. It is not a big shop, but it only sells sesame cakes, which sells distinctive grass stove sesame cakes.

Maybe the grassroots baked cake is one of the earliest baked cakes in China.

Because the stove used to roast sesame cakes is to burn the grass and trees, it is called grass stove sesame cakes.

This grass stove cake on the ancient street is also a very old shop.

Perhaps there is only such a grass stove pancake in the entire Huaicheng now.

In the past, the Shaobing Shop was on the street to the west, and it was not next to Su Ji, and even with other snack bars on the ancient street, so there was not much intersection between us.

Now that the stall is set up, everyone has set up the stalls together at once.

With the baking pancakes coming out one by one, it really makes people want to eat them.

Feng Yifan looked at the sesame cake and asked Yang Zhiyi and his little apprentice with a smile: "Do you know, how to eat this grass stove sesame cake is the best?"

This question both Yang Zhiyi and Lin Ruifeng were asked.

Yang Zhiyi looked at the round pancakes and racked his brains to think for a long time, but he could only shake his head: "I haven't studied it, but his pancakes are indeed famous. I bought them once before, and they are really good, but they are a bit dry."

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Of course I will do it, because your way of eating is wrong."

Lin Ruifeng continued, "What should I eat when my master?"

Feng Yifan replied: "The easiest way to eat it is to soak the chicken soup with sesame cakes, and the taste is absolutely first-class."

Lin Ruifeng suddenly realized it, but Yang Zhiyi looked at the other party's stall carefully and said, "But, his family seems to sell sesame cakes? Didn't you see any chicken soup?"

Feng Yifan smiled and said to his apprentice: "So this is your business opportunity."

Lin Ruifeng was stunned at first, then suddenly said, "Oh, Master, do you mean that we can still sell chicken soup in the future?"

Yang Zhiyi immediately said, "You kid is so stupid. What your master means is that you can use that sesame cake to match your crepe wontons. Isn't the chicken soup in your wonton bowl?

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: "It turns out that Xixi's father is still experienced."

Three little girls were listening all the time. When Yang Xiaoxi heard his father being praised, he immediately smiled and said, "Uncle Xiaolin, you are not as good as my father, you have to work hard."

Feng Ruoruo and Chen Yaofei also cheered up Uncle Xiaolin together.

When Shen Qingluo saw three girls cheering for Lin Ruifeng, he smiled and said to Lin Ruifeng: "Look at you, you are still too young, so ginger is still so old. You should learn more from your master and Uncle Yang."

Yang Zhiyi was a little proud at first, but when he heard Shen Qingluo call him "Uncle Yang".

He looked at Lin Ruifeng and Shen Qingluo again and couldn't help but say, "Hehe, why don't you call me uncle. You two can call me brother Yang, I always find it strange to call me uncle."

Feng Yifan couldn't help asking: "Would you like to ask my daughter, Xixi and Feifei to call you Brother Yang together?"

When Yang Zhiyi was asked this, he immediately realized: "Ah, then he's still called Uncle Yang."

This sentence caused everyone to burst into laughter, and the laughter here also attracted many stall owners to see it. Then everyone greeted Feng Yifan, and then they were busy preparing.

Feng Yifan did not rush to open business, but first prepared a bowl of wontons for Zhao Daxia who was guarding the stall, and also stir-fryed a bowl of rice for Zhao Daxia himself.

Handed it to Zhao Daxia, Feng Yifan said sincerely: "Sister Zhao, thank you so much. You have dinner first and prepare Ruifeng and I to come before business."

Zhao Daxia took the fried rice and wontons, smiled and said, "Okay, thank you boss."

Su Ruoxi ran over and bought two grass stove pancakes back, handed them to Zhao Daxia and said, "Sister, you definitely don't have enough. Yifan just said that this pancake pancake is the best chicken soup. Your bowl of wontons is chicken soup. You are just here to help us taste the flavor and see if Yifan said how to eat it."

Zhao Daxia took the Shaobing and felt a little embarrassed: "I'm so embarrassed, I am a country man, a big appetite."

Feng Yifan quickly said, "It was me who was negligent. Sister, are you enough of these two sesame cakes? If not enough, let Ruoxi buy you a few more."
Chapter completed!