Feng Jun had already brought too many novel things to the mobile realm: snow-white salt, roll-up cigarettes, bitter yet sweet brown chocolate, snow-white soft paper, and lighters that produced fire with a single click…
However, all of this paled in comparison to the shock that the snow-white flour had brought to everyone—this was food!
The flour produced by modern industrial societies was fine, smooth, and white with good appearance and taste.
The same wheat flour, even without additives, would be classified as eighty, seventy, or sixty-five in the Earth Realm.
That meant, from a hundred pounds of wheat, one could mill eighty pounds of flour, seventy pounds of flour, and sixty-five pounds of flour…
Without a doubt, the eighty flour had more impurities, while the sixty-five flour… was not something an average person could get their hands on.
Beyond this classification, there were indicators like protein content, with distinctions between high-gluten and low-gluten flour…
