Xiao Sheng looked at the golden-colored sachima and picked up a piece to take a bite curiously. His eyes lit up. "Although it has been fried, the texture is soft and fluffy. It's sweet but not greasy. The taste is velvety and smooth. It tastes better than the pastries I sold previously! Although the soufflé is also delicious, it's slightly inferior in terms of layering."
When Jiang Chun heard Xiao Sheng's high evaluation, she also ate a piece curiously. As she ate, she asked in surprise, "Where is this snack from? It's so delicious! Where did you learn how to make it? This snack will definitely sell out!"
Yu Bing smiled. "Sachima is a Manchu snack, but it's popular in the western and the capital region. I read about it in a book before. I didn't expect to succeed in one go."
