Pan Jinlian didn't know what the charm of this cake was.
It's obviously just a piece of cake, but why does it taste so delicious?
Why is he so fragile?
Why is he so brittle?
I always feel like every time I take a sip, an incomparably unique fragrance wafts out from my lips and teeth.
Crispy on the outside, but delicate and tender on the inside, accompanied by the warm aroma of green onions, it’s simply amazing!
She looked at Wu Dalang doubtfully, feeling a little more curious for no reason.
This little guy...
It's quite imaginative.
Next, Pan Jinlian was like a greedy kitten, sticking to Wu Dalang's side, watching eagerly as Wu Dalang picked up the scallion pancakes, and then took the opportunity to pick up some of the fallen dregs and eat them.
Wu Dalang: "Jinlian, why don't we eat a whole piece? People who don't know would think that I, Wu Dalang, am abusing you."
Pan Jinlian: "No, five cents a piece, I can't afford it. Some scraps will be enough."
Half an hour later.
The oil in the pot has slowly bottomed out, and all the noodles prepared on the table have been finished.
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 do for you?" Pan Jinlian asked with some guilt. Wu Dalang had been busy here for a long time, and she ate next to him like a child for a long time.
Wu Dalang smiled and said, "Please help me cut each piece of cake into eight small pieces. I will clean the pot and stove."
"Okay~" Pan Jinlian put the cake on the board eagerly, cutting each cut very evenly, very carefully, for fear of cutting more of this piece and less of that piece.
I feel that this is only five cents a piece. If it is a little less, the person buying 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 pizza. Pan Jinlian found another bamboo basket, carefully covered it with linen to keep it warm, and put the hot scallion pancakes in.
"Dalang, do you really plan to sell it for five cents a piece?"
Pan Jinlian asked, still not convinced.
"certainly."
Wu Dalang answered simply.
A penny in the Song Dynasty is equivalent to thirty cents in modern times.
As for five cents, it is actually one dollar and a half.
Although the scallion pancakes costing 1.50 pieces are indeed a little expensive, but everything should be rare.
As for the scallion pancake, it was naturally extremely rare for the people of the Song Dynasty.
So selling it for five cents a piece is not too much.
That's when.
"Crispy pear, selling crispy pear~"
Outside the house, a child of about thirteen or fourteen years old was carrying a basket containing some fresh pears and shouted at the top of his lungs at the door of Wu Dalang's house.
The child's name is Brother Yun. He is also a child of a poor family in the county. His mother was trampled to death by the county master's horse when she was selling pears on the street a few years ago. His father has been paralyzed and bedridden for many years, so Brother Yun is young at a young age. They were forced to sell pears to make a living.
Since the two of them were bullied in the county, they could be considered to be in sympathy with each other, and they often got together. After Wu Dalang called out to sell cooking cakes, he would call out "Crispy Pear."
It can be regarded as being away from home, and each other has someone to talk to.
Hearing Brother Yun's shout, Wu Dalang picked up the basket and it was time to clock in and go to work.
Pan Jinlian behind her couldn't help but said: "Dalang, if you can't sell it for five cents, we can sell it for two cents..."
She is not greedy and can earn dozens of pennies. She can earn more than ten pennies a day, which is enough.
I don't know if Wu Dalang listened, but he just nodded casually and left.
Brother Yun glanced at the basket in Wu Dalang's hand and was very confused.
He usually carries two baskets, why can't he simply carry one in his hand today?
After holding it in for a while, he still couldn't help but ask: "Da Lang, are you feeling unwell?"
Wu Dalang: "No? Why do you ask?"
"I'm not feeling uncomfortable, so why are you selling so few cakes today? Can Pan Jinlian let you go to bed this time?"
Wu Dalang suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Today, we don't sell cooking cakes, we sell scallion pancakes."
Brother Yun: "Oil cakes? Dalang, I have never left my place since I can remember, but I have also heard about some outside things from my father, such as flour cakes, dry cakes, and so on. Cooking pancake, but I’ve never heard of what you’re talking about, Dalang, what kind of scallion pancake are you talking about?”
Wu Dalang spoke concisely and concisely: "You pancake is a pancake made from green onions and oil."
When Brother Yun heard the word oil, his face showed a look of astonishment again: "What? Use oil to make cakes? This is too wasteful. How much do you have to sell each piece to make money back?"
"Five Wen."
"What? Five...five cents a piece??"
Brother Yun couldn't help but burst out laughing and said mockingly: "Da Lang, I think you are very ill. For five cents for a piece of cake, you think everyone else is a fool. Who would buy it?"
"I'm sure that you can't sell even half of one scallion pancake today..."
Faced with doubts, Lin Bai smiled and said, "Let's give it a try, what if it happens?"
After saying that, he picked up the basket and accelerated his pace to the morning market.
