Chapter 39 Stop wasting everything!

No, we all expect you to come up with something good, but you just sell hand cakes.

It’s not that food isn’t precious anymore, but…

It's obviously unreasonable for you not to take out some more precious looks like this!

The crowd dispersed on the spot.

But there are still some stubborn people who do not believe in evil and are willing to stay where they are. They want to see what Jiang Yaoguang and the others are selling?

Just finger cakes?

What kind of hand cakes are worth traveling thousands of miles to a place like this to sell them in person?

Then they saw Jiang Yaoguang taking out a stack of crumbled cakes from the space. They were all fresh and air-conditioned cakes that had just been taken out of the refrigerator.

Then he took out the cake with a very rough technique, put it into the pan, and then beat the eggs very casually.

Wait, cracked an extremely precious egg?

Is this egg from before or after the apocalypse?

Although it is indeed possible for space superpowers to store some eggs, how can ordinary people like them imagine such precious things?

Have they been bought by various high-level superpowers a long time ago?

This space superpower is here to sell eggs, right? What is he doing selling hand cakes?

Doing charity?

At this time, most people suspected that Jiang Yaoguang was running a scam and was using post-apocalyptic eggs to fish in troubled waters and sell them for big money.

But they managed to hold it back, and a mere egg couldn't allow them to break through.

Then they saw that this noble lady, who was so arrogant at first glance, began to cook for them.

I saw the egg liquid flowing on the bottom of the pot, which was ruthlessly shoveled by Jiang Yaoguang and left aside.

As the bottom of the pot heats up, it becomes charred.

Stop, stop!

Stop wasting everything! !

Immediately, some people couldn't stand it anymore and rushed forward.

He is a very tall man with a sinewy face and a fierce look.

"How much does your scrap cake cost?" the man said gruffly.

Only then did Jiang Yaoguang realize that he had not written the temporary price on the sign.

She smiled and said, "A level three zombie crystal core?"

Her eldest brother replied in shock, his voice breaking, "How many——?"

Jiang Yao's face didn't change and she still smiled, but she couldn't help but wonder in her heart, why is she reacting like this? Is it more money or less money?

But Shan Lan could no longer hold back at this time, his eyes were full of coldness, and the dagger that was as sharp as iron had been cut into the palm of his hand.

He was standing next to Jiang Yaoguang. As long as the man made any move, he could guarantee that he would kill him as soon as possible.

"Yes, a level three zombie crystal core."

Jiang Yaoguang smeared on the special hand cake sauce. The moment the sauce was opened, the fragrance burst out, and Jiang Yaoguang couldn't help but salivate.

Not to mention the elder brother who hasn’t had a good meal in who knows how long.

Big Brother: Suck it.

He looked at the greasy hand cakes in the pan.

Although Jiang Yaoguang didn't know how to cook, it could be seen that the pancakes were made in a mess, but they were really fresh.

Moreover, a level 3 zombie crystal core is really cheap!

Food is something that has a price but no market. What is currently circulating in the market is stale.

If it was for survival, a hand cake would be a level 3 zombie crystal core, which was indeed not cost-effective, but this was a fresh hand cake.

There are also golden, fragrant eggs spread on top of the golden, oily hand cakes.

Big Brother: Suck it.

His eyes were almost glued to the crumbled pancakes, and he was devastated by Jiang Yaoguang's method of spreading the pancakes.