Good grief, Yangzhou Yunjin Workshop is having a "spice rain" today! Aunt Li wrinkles her nose at the dye vat, her brows knitted so tightly they look like a tangled knot: "Huwa, my boy! How on earth did you dye the '01-batch indigo' into 'thirteen-spice mix'? This fabric smells richer than my kitchen stove!" Huwa hides behind the dye rack, giggling behind his hands while tightly clutching an overturned spice jar—it turns out he mistook the "dyeing codes" in the Weaver's Operation Manual for a "cooking recipe" and threw a handful of Sichuan peppercorn powder straight into the indigo. Looking at the bubbling, "spicy-numbing blue" dye vat, Moli can't stop grinning from ear to ear: "Ha, this 'Huwa seasoning dyeing method' actually produced a 'Western Regions Sesame Blue' with a hint of cumin!"
"Pei Hongxiu! Hurry up and bring over the Gustatory Counter!" shouts the Protagonist at the top of his lungs. Pei Hongxiu raises an eyebrow, smiling cheerfully as she shoulders a spice jar carved with a portrait of Huwa, and storms into the dyeing room in a whirlwind: "Listen up, everyone! 'One spoonful equals one immersion'! 'Sky Blue' takes '10' spoonfuls of salt, and 'Deep Crimson' takes '01' spoonful of sugar!" The weavers burst into helpless laughter while a young apprentice hugs a jar of peppercorns and scatters them with a rattling sound, moving even faster than Huwa mixing his rice. Inside the dye vat, savory spice-scented bubbles go "glub-glub." Master Zhang shakes his head as he …
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