Hey, the Processing Workshop in Qingniu Valley has turned into a total mess today, looking just like Huwa's building blocks! Old Qian watches three processing masters arguing fiercely and rubs his temples in despair: "Should Rhodiola be stir-fried three times or five times? Should White Cogongrass Flower be sun-dried halfway or completely? Abacus-Bead! Say something!" With a sharp rattle, the abacus beads spring together into a die, displaying an image right on the herb grinder: "Stop arguing! The beads are starting a 'Processing Challenge'—best two out of three, and the winner gets Huwa to be their little sidekick for three days!" Hearing this, Huwa drops the sugar figurine he is holding with a clatter: "Abacus-Bead! What did I ever do to deserve this?"
"Xiaoxiu! Bring over our 'Abacus-Bead Processing Box'!" At Moli's shout, Old Zhou comes huffing and puffing under the weight of a bamboo chest marked with an Abacus Code: "The abacus beads already turned the drying kiln into the 'Challenge Starting Line' and the cold-storage cellar into the 'Finish Line Easter Egg'!" The abacus beads project an image of Huwa with hands on his hips: "Listen up! Stage one is 'Stir-frying without burning', stage two is 'Sun-drying without dampness', and stage three is 'Sorting without tangling'—fail the challenge, and the penalty is drinking Huwa's 'Randomly Stewed Medicine Soup'!" The masters shudder as they look at the pitch-black clay pot in Huwa's hands.
Amidst the chaos, Master Wang accid…
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