Hey, the Yangzhou caravan is lighting up the "sweet lamp oil bowls" today! Ali from the Western Regions caravan lifts a lion-patterned oil lamp that was blown out by the sandstorm and yells, "Miss Xiao! Our Arab 'desert demon wind' has blown the 'Tibetan blue lion' into a 'black charcoal cat'! The lamp oil dries up even faster than my camel's urine!" Huwa squats behind an oil drum and snickers, his beeswax candy dropping with a "click" right into the wick. He embeds a circle of "pop-burst windproof candy" inside the lion-patterned lampshade, and as soon as he places it on a sand dune, it sizzles and puts out a cumin-scented barrier mist, scaring the desert rats away with a patter while even the lamp wick smacks its lips to lick the sweet mist.
"Huwa! Hurry up and bring over the 'sweet lamp shades'!" shouts the Protagonist. Huwa immediately pours a bucket of castor bean syrup into the loom, and the woven Arabian astrological lampshade starts to report the wind speed with a clatter: "Easterly wind force five, sweet mist thickens! Westerly wind force three, lamp wick halves!" Ali hangs the lampshade on the camel saddle, and the astrological chart actually projects a picture drawn by Huwa of a "lion facing the wind eating candy," making the caravan girls laugh so hard their veils flutter like lantern tassels. "This lampshade blocks the wind even better than our date honey jars!" Huwa puts his hands on his hips and laughs, "Is the illumination too weak? I call this the 'sweet win…
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