"My father-in-law, here are two pancakes." Huang Yueying said.

"Okay, young man, do you want something sweet or salty?" the old man selling the cake asked with a smile.

"One of each." Huang Yueying didn't choose.

She found some people to spread the knowledge about some pasta recipes, and now some people are starting to learn and imitate them, which makes her very happy.

"Okay." The old man immediately wrapped the cake with leaves, and then said, "Two coins."

"Only one yuan for a pancake?" Huang Yueying was slightly stunned. This price... is also a bit honest.

"It's a small business. Moreover, there will be a good harvest of wheat this year, and there is no need to spend money to grind wheat flour outside the city. How can the old man harvest more?" the old man explained with a smile.

"But there will be a charge for grinding wheat flour next year."

"Then it will rise again next year."

Huang Yueying: ...In this era, after all, the common people are still mostly simple people.

So he said hello, took two coins, and handed them to the old man. He took the cake from the other man's hand and handed one to Huang Wu.

Huang Wu didn't mind it either, so he took it and put it directly into his mouth. He frowned slightly, but he still enjoyed the delicious taste.

Huang Yueying also took a bite. She tasted it salty, with only a very light salty taste, but the cake had a strong wheat aroma, which made people feel comfortable. However, the flour had some wheat bran and coarse particles, which made the taste difficult.

Somewhat rough.

However, if you eat it carefully, it is still a pretty good food.

The stalls next to it also sell noodles, which at this time are called soup cakes. There are also a few people sitting on the roadside holding bowls and eating them, which looks very down-to-earth.

This means that in Xiangyang, pasta will gradually become a specialty.

Chapter three today.

Good night, babies.

See you tomorrow.
Chapter completed!