There was a market that used to pass on the way to school, and there was a bakery at the market entrance, and on the way to school and after school, one was bought and eaten. It was only a few cents, shaped like a big toe, round, sweet, salty, freshly baked, a little sweet or salty. Later, the market broke down and the pancake was gone. Such pancakes have always been missed, but rarely do so, they are occasionally encountered on the road and are said to be frequently driven out of the city. I tried to do it on my own a few times, but it was unsatisfactory, too tough, too chewing. We've been looking at the other friends of the Internet, and we've met some of the girls who sell pancakes on the road, and we're doing it today that almost recollects the smell of memory, even the parents say it's okay。
