The production of the sugar painting required a certain amount of time.
Seeing the old man skillfully pour the sugar out with a spoon and use the thin sugar thread that fell from the sky to outline a very lively face on the board, she couldn't help but sigh at how beautiful his technique was.
The painting was not lifelike, but it still had a hint of charm.
"Here." The old man wrapped the wooden stick under the sugar painting and handed it to Murong Qiao quietly.
The freshly baked sugar painting was still a little hot. When the wind blew, it hardened up, making it crispy when she bit down. A hint of sweetness spread on the tip of her tongue, making Murong Qiao narrow her eyes in joy.
Huo Yichen paid the old man at the side. Then, seeing that she was eating happily, he chuckled.
After leaving the sugar painting stall, the two of them continued walking back.
