Hey, the Yangzhou caravan plunged straight into a "sweet social vortex" today! The "Moonlight Camel Market" in the Western Regions was throwing a tantrum, and Ali tugged at a wrinkled lion-patterned shawl, shouting: "Miss Xiao! Our Tajik 'Desert Rose' thinks my 'iced lion' is rougher than a camel's fur!" Huwa squatted behind a cactus and snickered, his rose candy dropping with a "clack" right into the loom—he had sewn a ring of "pop-rocks aroma candy" into the navy-blue lion pattern, and when draped over the shoulder, it actually let out a "fizzing" rose mist with a hint of cumin, scaring a camel into "achoo-ing" a constellation of rainbow candies. Passing caravan maidens giggled in a cluster: "This lion smells even better than our sachets!"
"Huwa! Quickly bring over the 'social mixed-grill candy'!" shouted the Protagonist. Huwa immediately poured a bucket of lavender syrup into the loom, and the woven Tajic astrological shawl actually started speaking sweet nothings with a "click-clack": "The young lady's eyes are like date honey, and my lion pattern is like your veil~" The moment Ali draped it over the maiden, the star chart even projected a cartoon drawn by Huwa of a "camel carrying a rose," so startling the maiden that her veil wrinkled from laughter. Huwa put his hands on his hips and laughed: "The desert is too rough? What I have here is 'sweet-talking textile art'!" Abacus Bead projected a head-knocking animation: "Suggest developing 'social terrorist emergency fabric…
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