Autumn passed into winter.
In the blink of an eye, several months had passed.
Qin Xianghe's belly had grown so large that she could barely walk, and she could only manage a stroll downstairs in the morning and evening.
Qin Xianglian's breakfast stall business was booming, and the moniker "Pancake Beauty" spread far and wide. Many people in Yuan'an City knew about the pretty girl selling breakfast by the roadside. Some even went out of their way, traveling half the city, just to buy a pancake and catch a glimpse of her.
Her business was so good that the concept of a rush hour no longer applied; she was busy from dawn till dusk, with customers queueing up continuously.
A reporter from the urban news morning paper even came to interview her. In front of the camera, Qin Xianglian appeared a bit shy, but she smiled and explained to the reporter how to make a pancake and shared her business philosophy.
