"Bro, what's this?"
Chen Mo remembered, "I'll write..."
Forget it, with a vocational school graduation, the handwriting might not be so neat. Chen Mo decided to go outside and write today's street food on the blackboard himself.
[Potato Pancakes: 2 Yuan/each]
This is a low-cost small business, and it doesn't require much skill. It's the kind of snack that aims for low cost and high volume, and 2 yuan is just right.
"These are potato pancakes, haven't you seen them before?" Chen Mo was a bit surprised.
Dongyang has such a big night market, if Sun Jianhong really went to investigate, how could he not know about this?
"Potato pancakes? Haha, really haven't seen them, are they tasty?" Sun Jianhong asked curiously.
"They're alright."
