Da Wu's wife tried every possible way to keep the customers but failed.
A thought crossed her mind: could it be that Mu Shuangshuang and Lu Yuanfeng are selling baked pancakes at two coins each and people misunderstood, thinking all her pancakes are at that price?
Holding onto this thought, Da Wu's wife stood still and waited for a while.
Anyone who heard the pancakes were five coins each shook their heads and left.
And those with bad tempers even scolded Da Wu's wife.
"You must be crazy to think about money like this, a broken pancake, what nonsense!"
The last woman shouted this as the sun had already set.
Standing nearby, Daya's stomach began to rumble.
"Mom, let's go to the restaurant. Dad must have made dinner, and Daya is hungry."
The young girl's voice had a hint of urgency.
Da Wu's wife heaved a heavy sigh, having been unable to sell even one pancake for so long, she could only compromise.
