Yang Ruxin naturally understood the old basket's thoughts, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she smiled and asked, "Uncle, what do you think of this pancake? Is it good? Filling?"
"Delicious," the old basket quickly hid the moisture in his eyes, nodding vigorously. "The pancake is very chewy, the meat is particularly fragrant, very filling!"
"Do you think if I made these and sold them at the docks, would anyone buy them?" Yang Ruxin continued to ask.
"You want to sell these?" The old basket's eyes suddenly widened.