"If you like, my lord, you can buy another one."
The concubine Pan Jinlian's eyes were like a clear spring, evoking a sense of pity.
The Zhang Family's Holy Son's face stiffened imperceptibly for a few seconds, hesitated for a few seconds on the street in the harem, "Okay... okay, I'll have another one."
"Sure thing."
Pan Jinlian happily started frying the pancake.
"Does everyone think your pancakes are delicious?" Saint Zhang asked casually.
"Yes, of course," Pan Jinlian answered matter-of-factly, "Every day, lots of people line up here to buy my pancakes."
Saint Zhang fell silent, involuntarily sat down at the seat next to the stall, watching the beauty frying pancakes, and felt a lingering trepidation, "This concubine, with such a simple pancake, how does she manage to make it... so unpalatable?"
"However, others probably value her beauty, which is why they say her pancakes are delicious, making it a crowded scene."
