So this thing is called "huibing" in the Shu City region.
A traditional pastry made with old dough fermentation.
The taste is a bit strange, but the price is very cheap.
Even now, this kind of old-dough flatbread is only about one yuan each, right?
These days a random pineapple bun already costs five yuan.
Luofeng felt a little uncomfortable inside. So the food in Bai Lu's memories turned out to be something like this?
He had naively thought that the food in her memories would be something "high-end" like cake!
But that so-called "high-end" stuff in his mind, back when Bai Lu was a kid, was probably something completely out of reach.
Instead, these one-yuan-a-piece huibing of today are what count as the food in her memories?
This is basically a real-life "let them eat meat paste," isn't it?
Sister Hong was a woman in her thirties. She said, "Oh, Bai Lu, is it? Wait a sec, I still have old-dough flatbreads, just haven't put them out yet!"
