Rebirth with Space Materials: Little Cannon Fodder Awakens

Just when Shi Qinghuan was puzzled, she saw half a pastry appeared in front of her, and she subconsciously reached out to take the pastry.

When she realized what she had done, she looked at the person who handed her the pastry in embarrassment, and saw that the person who handed her the pastry was the stall owner, and at the moment she was smiling at her Suddenly, she felt even more embarrassed.

"Huanhuan, eat it quickly. The pastry tastes really good, even better than the pastries sold in department stores." Wang Ailan said to Qing Huan after tasting the pastry.

After Shi Qinghuan heard Wang Ailan's words, she knew why the stall owner handed her the pastry, so she stuffed the half of the pastry in her hand into her mouth and ate it.

After she finished eating the pastry, she nodded in agreement and said: "This pastry is really delicious, not only sweet but not greasy, but also very delicate in taste, once you eat it, you know that this pastry is not produced by a machine, but handmade .”

"Good mouth, you are the first person to eat pastries that are not made by machines. Those people who saw my pastries so delicately made them thought that I got them from big cities. Only you are different from them.

So do you want to buy a few catties of pastries? "

Shi Qinghuan couldn't help laughing when she heard the last sentence of the stall owner. If the stall owner selling ordinary pastries offered her pastries, she would definitely refuse directly.

Since she has no shortage of pastries and pastry tickets, there is no need to buy them at the bazaar.

But now it was the stall owner in front of her who was selling pastries to her, and she couldn't refuse, because the pastries he made were so delicious, even better than the old pastries she ate before she was reborn.

Thinking of this, she asked the stall owner, "How much is a catty of your pastries?"

"Uniform price, no tickets for two yuan per catty."

"Now I finally know why no one bought your pastries. It's really hard for you to sell them at this price."

"That's because they don't know the goods."

After Shi Qinghuan heard the stall owner's words, she smiled noncommittally, and then she didn't continue the topic, but asked Wang Ailan: "Aunt Wang, do you want to buy his pastries?"

After hearing Shi Qinghuan's words, Wang Ailan originally wanted to say no, but when she thought of the taste of this pastry, and then thought of the children at home, she finally made up her mind and said: "I will buy a catty."

"Okay." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, she asked the stall owner to pack a catty of pastries for Wang Ailan.

The stall owner couldn't stop the smile on his face when he heard Shi Qinghuan's words, and then he quickly took out a piece of oil paper from the back basket, and started packing the pastries quickly.

After he packed the pastry, he hung the pastry on the scale and weighed it. When he saw that it weighed a catty, he took the pastry off the scale and handed it to Wang Ailan.

After Wang Ailan took the pastries handed to her by the stall owner, she took out two yuan from her pocket and handed them to the stall owner, and then said to the stall owner: "Your texture is so good, you can pretend it without weighing it. It’s really amazing to make a whole catty of cakes.”

"I'm not as good as you said. It's just that I made these pastries myself. I know their weight, so I can accurately pretend to weigh a pound of pastries."

"So that's the case. I thought you just learned this skill specially. Otherwise, how could you be better than me, who has been buying vegetables for more than 20 years."