Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Peeta craned his neck and peered at the stall in front of the line.

"Don't sell out, don't sell out." He prayed silently in his heart and tightened the flour bag in his hand.

The team moved forward very quickly, and when it was his turn, the stall was already empty. He pinched the flour bag with some disappointment: "No, no bread?"

"There's more." The beautiful wandering baker conjured new bread from nowhere and put it in the basket on the stall. He neatly cut it into small pieces and handed it to Peeta, "Try it." Let’s try it. What are you going to exchange for it?”

"Food, flour." Peeta carefully picked up the small piece of bread to try, broke off only a third of it and put it in his mouth, then showed a happy smile.

"The flour must be put into a machine and sifted to remove impurities before it can be weighed for calculation. The weight of impurities is not counted." The wandering baker pointed to the machine behind her stall, "Is that okay?"

"Okay! I've sifted this flour once, and there aren't many impurities!" Peeta vowed, handing over the flour bag he was holding tightly.

The baker took the bag with some surprise and poured it into the machine behind her stall. After a roar of the machine, she pulled out a large bag of yellowish wheat flour from the bottom.

The filter screen was also opened, and there were scattered fine gravels on it. Compared with the flour she had collected before, there were indeed not many impurities.

"What's your name?" the baker asked smoothly.

"Pita," Peeta replied hurriedly, "how much bread can I exchange for this flour?"

The baker easily picked up the flour bag with arm strength that was not consistent with her appearance, and put it on the scale beside her: "Ten pounds of flour, seeing that the quality is good, can be exchanged for three pieces of this kind of bread. Each piece of bread has one It contains eggs, milk and sugar, and there is no pollution. In terms of value, it is already more than ten pounds of flour.”

She took out a piece of bread with the same shape, round, plump and soft like clouds, paused again, and asked: "Do you have a lot of people in your family? Or do you have space props?"

Peeta shook his head: "My family is just me and my mother."

"This kind of bread is not easy to preserve. It tastes best when it is baked. It will gradually dry out after being stored for a long time. I recommend eating it within a day or two, otherwise the taste will deteriorate." She said, "If there are only two people , so much bread will go bad easily if you don’t finish it, I suggest you replace one or two of them with this kind of bread.”

She took out a few hard, golden flatbreads, which exuded a very overbearing aroma of sesame seeds.

Peeta took a deep breath and indulged in the charming aroma of wheat. His eyes widened when he looked at the sesame seeds on the crust: "This, this is?"

"Naan." The baker said a strange word that Peeta had never heard before. "You can think of it as a kind of dry cake. In the dry weather here, it can be stored for a long time and can be eaten directly. Can be grilled or eaten with soup.”

"Okay!" Peeta hesitated for a while and then made up his mind, "I want two pieces of this... naan, and another piece of that kind of bread."