It is called [Dingding Cake].

It is a pastry made from steamed with various rice flour as raw materials.

This kind of dingting cake is pure white in color, and tastes slightly dry, not very sticky, but very chewy.

Because there is not much brown sugar added, it is not too sweet, and it is a sweet and delicious pastry.

In the early years, the dingding cakes mostly appeared on the street, and vendors carried loads and walked along the street to hawk.

However, with the development of society, this ancient custom is becoming less and less common.

Speaking of which, this is also a regret.

"Uh... Chef Yu... That..."

"Ahem, Chef Yu, can you..."

"Chef Yu, you know..."

Just when Xu Lai sighed that Dingding Cake was gradually disappearing on the other side of the earth, he suddenly realized that he was already [encircled].

Good guy.

More than a dozen people.

There are men and women, there are old and young.

They all stared at the other two bowls of top cakes on the plate.

Didn’t you finish your meal?

This is what I made when the little girl didn't eat.

"This is mine!"

However, what he didn't expect was that Fatty Wang got started directly.

He took a bowl of top cake on the plate and slipped away.

"This...this is mine!"

After him, Bai Bingyang was the same.

In fact, he had wanted to take it long ago.

But his skin is not as thick-skinned as Fatty Wang.

In addition, this was made for the little girl, so he was embarrassed to take it.

Xu Lai: “…”

Haven't you taught them all?

It's so simple, make one by yourself!
Chapter completed!