Hey, the Yangzhou caravan has barged into the "Sweet Cultural Maze" today! The fleet had just docked in Dashi Country when Ali appeared, holding up a piece of charred lion-patterned brocade and shouting: "Miss Xiao! Our Sultan wants a 'lion that can chant scriptures' for the mosque, not a 'sweet beast that drips syrup'!" Huwa was squatting behind a dye vat, snickering. The paintbrush in his hand dropped with a "splat" into the dark blue dye. He dripped fluorescent honey into the lion's embroidered eyes, then outlined them with ochre-colored icing. The lion actually went "Aowu" and spat out a sugary mist containing golden verses from the Quran, every droplet reflecting a cartoon shadow of Huwa munching on naan.
"Huwa! Quickly bring over the 'Sacred Sweetener'!" cried Pei Hongxiu. Huwa immediately stuffed a handful of rose petals into the loom, and the star map it wove drifted with the fragrance of a mosque. The stars fell into a procession of worship, each starlight made of edible date sugar. Ali's eyes widened: "By Allah! These 'praying stars' are even more sacred than our minarets!" Huwa stood with hands on hips and laughed: "The Quranic golden verses are hidden in the sugar mist; it's as sweet as your sincerity!" The abacus bead displayed a head-knocking animation: "Recommendation: Develop 'Cross-Cultural Sweet Classics'!"
An envoy from Silla sighed as he held up a worm-eaten piece of "Hanzi Ritual Brocade": "Miss Xiao! Our 'Duanwu Willow Shooting' needs 'plum blossoms, o…
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