Hey, the Yangzhou caravan has set up the "Sweet Stove" today! Ali from the Persia caravan held a piece of hard-as-stone compressed ration and shouted, "Miss Xiao! Our Arab 'camel biscuits' could kill a desert rat, and they're tougher than our caravan discipline!" Huwa squatted behind the oven, snickering as a drop of honey fell with a *splash* into the flour. He sewed a ring of "bursting sweet filling" into the dark blue lion pattern, outlined it with ochre-colored icing, and baked a "lion sweet biscuit" that actually sizzled and oozed oil. One bite, and the cumin mixed with honeyed sweetness, startling a camel so much it smacked its lips and almost gnawed off Huwa's apron.
"Huwa! Quickly bring over the 'mobile oven'!" Xiaotao cried out. Huwa immediately stuffed a handful of dates and walnuts into the loom, and the woven Persian star chart bulged with little "roasted meat sugar pockets," every single star tasting of edible roasted mutton. Ali bit into Orion, and sweet juice spurted out with a *sizzle*: "By Allah! These 'stars that burst with filling' are more fragrant than our whole roasted sheep!" Huwa stood with his hands on his hips and laughed, "In the future, desert marches won't need cooking fires! Just tear off a piece of fabric and you can 'bake sweet biscuits'!" Abacus Bead projected a little animation of someone getting boned on the head: "Actually, it's a sugar crystal sustained-release heating technology!"
The Silla master merchant stood holding a moldy "Analect…
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