Sun Dawu said it wasn't surprising, but that was a lie.
His baked pancakes had been sold for just two copper coins each since the day he set up his stall, and sometimes when there were fewer people, he would even sell them for one coin.
But this Miss Shuangshuang, right from the start, doubled the price of his pancakes. Would anyone buy at this price?
However, the reality was far from Sun Dawu's expectations. Mu Shuangshuang's few shouts not only attracted people, but someone really came up to ask.
It was a young girl.
She came up and tossed five copper coins, urging, "Quickly make me one of those pancakes of yours!"
Mu Shuangshuang smiled and said, "Brother Wu's baked pancake, young lady, you're the fifth person today to try our pancakes. That makes you the luckiest customer of the day, and we're not charging you for your pancake.
But please, after you finish the pancake, tell everyone whether it tastes good, see if I'm lying or not."
