Hey, Yangzhou Yunjin Workshop has turned into a "Global Grievance Convention" today! Ali, from the Western Regions caravan, held up a faded Persian lion-patterned brocade and sighed deeply: "Miss Xiao! What we Dashi people want are fierce lions 'that can scare camels to tears', not 'sweet cats that glow'!" Huwa squatted behind the dye barrel and chuckled secretly, clutching fluorescent powdered sugar in his hands—turns out he had added "night-vision cumin flavor" to the lion, so it could glow brightly at night and be licked for sweetness. Moli stared at the glowing lion teeth on the fabric and laughed heartily: "Fine! This 'after-dark sweet lion' will definitely double as a lighthouse out in the desert!"
Master Kim, the chief merchant from Silla, clutched a moth-eaten piece of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum Brocade and fretted: "Miss Xiao! What we scholars want is refined fabric that 'never rots for a hundred years', not sweet silk that 'attracts bees and butterflies'!" Huwa blinked, pulled out some Sichuan peppercorn powder, and sprinkled it across the fabric surface: "This time I've added 'insect-repelling spicy aroma'! Mosquitoes will scream 'burns the eyes' just smelling it!" Master Kim sniffed the cumin-scented bamboo leaves and clicked his tongue in amazement: "Brilliant! Our Silla nobility just loves this 'wildness within elegance'!"
Dawa from Tibet rushed into the courtyard carrying a piece of coarse silk brocade that had been chewed through by a yak: "Miss…
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