A few minutes later, the old man finished the sugar painting in his hands. A cute, chubby little dog was freshly made. He had made an extra-large version for the two of them, with a particularly round, bulging belly.
This dog-shaped sugar painting was not outlined with individual lines, but made from a solid sheet of syrup. Tools had been used to trace the details of the dog into its surface, such as its ears, tongue, paws, and the bell around its neck.
"All done. Here you go."
"Thank you."
Xu Wang took the sugar painting the old man handed over, and Pei Yanchuan paid.
Xu Wang gently raised the sugar painting in his hand. The sunlight seemed to shine through the syrup, making the whole thing translucent and gleaming.
Beside them, Yun Xi began trying his hand at it once they had finished. But on his first attempt, he failed utterly at the very first step of cooking the syrup. It stuck to his ladle and refused to come off. By the time he finally managed to fling it off the metal ladle, the syrup landed on the iron plate in one big lump.
Yun Xi blinked. This seemed a little different from what he had imagined.
"Why don't we just give up?" After watching Yun Xi's attempt, Jiang Xiubai lost quite a bit of what little confidence he had possessed.
[Hahaha, comparison really does hurt.]
[Yun Xi went in brimming with confidence, and then...]
[I'm dying. Jiang Xiubai watched from the sidelines and was immediately scared off.]
[Jiang Xiubai says: I can live without this money!]
[Yun Xi: Do you even know what you're saying? This isn't one or two yuan. It's 1,000 yuan!]
[Hahaha, a money grubber like Yun Xi won't pass up any chance to earn