At the dinner table, Jiang Feng was chatting with his uncle's family.
Uncle: "I heard the flower pastries you make are delicious. People in the village are asking about them. When will you bring some here for us?"
Upon hearing his uncle's words, Jiang Feng was slightly taken aback.
When he was selling flower pastries at the market, he didn't do it himself but had Hadan and Bugude sell them for him.
The flower pastries sold out quickly, so Jiang Feng didn't think much more about it.
After all, it was just a whim to make some pastries to supplement the household income.
Unexpectedly, even his uncle far away in the village knew about this.
Jiang Feng replied:
"Sure, I'll make some more when I go back, and deliver some to the family in a few days."
"But how did this news even reach you? I thought not many knew I was selling flower pastries."
After Jiang Feng finished speaking, his uncle said with slight surprise:
