Handmade Candy

Glug.

Glug.

Thick bubbles rose from a large Shitou cauldron.

After entering the flower field, the Caregiver first made this large pot, and then continuously collected nectar from the stamens of various flowers.

The flowers here are so large that they can easily fill an entire pot with nectar.

now.

He then lit a flame under the large pot and controlled it to a steady, low flame.

"This allows the water in the nectar to evaporate, making it purer."

"Of course, the fire can't be too intense, otherwise the nectar will have a burnt taste."

The Caregiver, adjusting the brim of her baseball cap, said, "I love sweets, so I often research ways to eat honey, and nectar and honey are quite similar."

Qin Yiguan had already understood the Caregiver's purpose.

He turned around and looked at the Child from a distance.

The Child and Zhiliao still sat on the huge leaves in the distance.

The Zhiliao always smiling. Although the Child was only focused on eating nectar, he sat very close to the Zhiliao. Although they didn't laugh and play like other children, the two were clearly the kind of unspoken friends.

"The activated ' Higher Self ' is currently locked up in Qin Variants's black room, refusing to emerge."

"Although the Child had previously exhibited these symptoms, they were not in an activated state, therefore the Child was free to move around."

Qin Yiguan pondered to himself, "In other words, the ' Higher Self ' that can be used by me are now 'sealed off,' while the ' Higher Self ' that can act freely do not obey my command. Why is that?"

In some ways, Child is very much like Caregiver for a young child.

They even ate honey in the exact same way: they didn't drink it in big gulps, nor did they use a ladle; they would simply stick out a finger, dip it in a little bit of honey, and then put it in their mouths to savor it carefully.

This way of eating is slow, but it allows you to savor the most delicate flavor of the nectar.

Perhaps this is the most sacred obsession in the hearts of those 'sugar enthusiasts'.

While the Child were eating nectar, they would occasionally glance coldly at the Underworld.

It's obvious.

Once the candy is gone, the Child are determined to kill the Underworld.

Qin Yiguan scratched his head, feeling utterly devastated.

The jar the Child was holding only had about half full of nectar left.

The Underworld squinted and said, "I have a feeling that I'm destined to live and die with those bees. When the bees are eaten, that's when I'll be finished."

Qin Yiguan sighed softly, "Your intuition is extremely accurate."

Qin Yiguan then looked at the Caregiver.

He wanted to make some special nectar and make a deal with the Child: to save the Underworld' lives while also asking Child to escort the three of them away from here.

But Qin Yiguan wasn't sure. "Will this work?"

Meanwhile, the Caregiver had already woven a small sieve from some dried plant fibers and was constantly filtering the nectar in the pot, removing some solid impurities.

"In the orphanage."

I often make candy for the children.

The Caregiver replied, then laid out the various flower petals she had picked earlier in front of her, and then brought them one by one to her nose to carefully distinguish their fragrance.

"The flowers here are very special; I've never seen them before."

"But the fragrance they emit is very similar to that of flowers in the real world."

"For example, this one smells like osmanthus."

"This smells like pomelo blossoms."

The Caregiver selected a pink petal, which was enormous, like a giant palm-leaf fan.

Adjusting his baseball cap, the Caregiver raised his hand, and tiny spatial cracks materialized at his fingertips. The Shitou pot and sieve from before were also sculpted by these spatial cracks, which were extremely sharp.

The Caregiver used the crack as a carving knife, slowly and precisely cutting the huge petal in front of him.

Time passed by, bit by bit.

Qin Yiguan was slightly anxious because the Child's candy jar was almost empty. He was reaching into the jar with his little hand, rummaging through it, looking somewhat unsatisfied. But the jar of honey had indeed been eaten up.

"I'll say it again, why is that child targeting me specifically?"

The Underworld's expression was somewhat horrified, "Without honey to stop Death, the White Impermanence is knocking on my door!"

If this Underworld survives this ordeal, he'll probably have to take the postgraduate entrance exam.

Meanwhile, the Caregiver was still busy in front of the large pot.

He kept fiddling with some wooden molds.

Thump.

The Child placed the clean candy jar in front of the Zhiliao, glanced at it, and seemed to be Zhiliao something like, "Thank you."

then.

The Child leaped from the giant leaf, and the instant he landed on the ground, his expression remained blank as he locked his gaze on the Underworld.

immediately.

The Child slowly walked towards the Underworld.

Just then, the Caregiver suddenly appeared in front of the Child.

The Caregiver stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

The Child paused slightly.

The Caregiver smiled gently and said, "I made you some candy."

Zhiliao, holding an empty sugar jar, stepped forward. "Brother in white," she said, "Ordinary honey is no longer enough for my friend. The honey I collected for him before was the essence of a hundred flowers. I know every plant and tree here, but it took a whole month to collect just a small jar."

Then, Zhiliao pouted, "I'm very sorry, but your friend is definitely going to die, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Little did they know.

The Child remained completely still, tilting his head slightly upwards and wrinkling his nose as if he had smelled the fragrance in the air. Then, his eyes flickered slightly as he peered at the Caregiver's hands behind his back.

But Child is still a child, and is rather short, so they can't see clearly what the Caregiver is hiding behind their back.

But the Caregiver just smiled.

Slowly extend your left hand.

In his hand, however, was a large lollipop, amber in color but clear and transparent.

Above is a round sugar cake, and below is a carefully trimmed wooden stick.

The Child's bright, dark eyes were instantly drawn to the lollipop.

But hidden within those sugar cakes were exquisite handcraftsmanship.

Within the amber-colored sugar cake, there are also solidified little houses carved from flower petals, small fences, a large tree, and grass that seems to be swaying.

Outside the house, there were two figures: a tall man who appeared to be wearing a baseball cap, and a boy who looked to be about four or five years old.

The Caregiver held the lollipop up to the sky, and light pierced through the amber-colored candy, as if the world inside the candy was bathed in warm sunlight.

"This is a small wooden cabin in the suburbs, and it's just you and me."

The Caregiver smiled and said, "Here, no one bothers us, we're very happy and safe. The sun is warm, the air is fresh, and it's always peaceful. Oh, by the way, occasionally a little mole will dart out from the grass, but don't worry, it's just lost."

But then the Child's bright, dark eyes widened slightly as he stared quietly at the lollipop in mid-air.

The Underworld in the distance held their breath. "This... this... can this work? That's not just a child, that's a little psychopath!"

It was at this time.

The Child suddenly stretched out his small, delicate, white hand, hovering in mid-air, trying to grab the lollipop.

The Underworld's eyes widened slightly. "Holy crap."