Hey, today the Yangzhou caravan has set up the "Sweet Stage"! The girls from the Western Regions' Sogdian Whirl Dance troupe tug at a lion-patterned dance skirt with a coming-undo seam and cry out: "Miss Xiao! Our Tajir 'Fiery Whirl' has spun the 'Azure Lion' into 'rags'! There isn't even a sweet bead left on the skirt hem!" Huwa squats behind the stage and snickers, the bell-shaped candies in his hand dropping "clatter" into the pile of silk threads—he had sewn a circle of "popping glitter candy" into the lion-patterned skirt hem, and as it spins on stage, it actually fizzes out cumin-scented fluorescent pieces, startling a camel into sneezing out a rainbow-candy constellation, making even the desert mice under the stage raise their paws and beg for "sweet skirts."
"Huwa! Quickly bring over the 'Sweet Dances and Sweet Songs'!" shouts Pei Hongxiu. Huwa immediately pours a bucket of bell-candy syrup into the loom, and the Tajir astrological dance robes coming off the loom actually start singing a Sogdian tune with a clacking sound: "Spin, leap, I lick the sweet~" As the girls spin the astrological skirt hems, the sequins project cartoon images drawn by Huwa of "camels doing tap dance," startling the caravan elders so much that their turbans wiggle like wave-drums: "This dance costume is even more dramatic than our satars!" Huwa puts his hands on his hips and laughs: "Entertainment too dry? What I'm doing is called 'Sweet-Talk Hot Dance Technique'!" Abacus Bead projects a head…
Chapter 438