When I arrived at the place where the food was displayed, it was really an "ocean" for people. With the waves, we were pushed to a strange booth. His sales promotion method is really different. While dancing to the music, the stall owners grilled mutton kebabs and shook their fans with the other hand, dancing like a butterfly in the fire. People appreciate it, indulge in music and dance, and are reluctant to leave for a long time.
Along the way, my mother held my hand tightly, as if afraid that I would slip away. I finally squeezed into an abandoned telephone booth. The reason why he was abandoned was that the food he laid out was daunting. In the past, it was always a mighty insect, but now it is motionless, lying on the food shelf, sighing silently. Even centipedes and scorpions, which people usually dare not approach, have become a delicious meal for people.
We struggled to move our bodies and tried to get into the crowded booth. Finally, I saw that the signboard of this booth impressively read "Indian flying cake". I saw a chef take out a mass of flour and put it on a stainless steel iron plate for quick kneading. After a while, the flour turned into a thin pie. Then, the chef shook it skillfully and briskly, which dazzled us. Then, the pie is folded up from top to bottom and left and right, and baked on the fire. It tastes sweet and delicious.