Yesterday's event was a great success.
310 out of the 500 sugar paintings were completed.
With a little more effort today, the first traditional snack task is almost complete.
Qin Yi strolled slowly through the ancient town, pushing her sugar painting stall.
I ran into two live streamers again when I passed by Qing Shi Square.
The female singer, who speaks in a traditional Chinese style, enthusiastically pulled Qin Yi aside to talk: "I've been looking for you everywhere since the broadcast ended yesterday. I didn't expect you to be closing up shop so early."
“We were both at the top of the rankings on the platform yesterday, and we have to thank you for your idea. Let’s add each other as friends. If you need any help in the ancient town recently, just call us.”
Qin Yi nodded. In this unfamiliar place, it's always good to have more friends.
She continued pushing her sugar painting stall forward and finally arrived at her location for the day—the Qingshui Bridge viewing platform.
The guesthouse where Qin Yi was staying is right across from the viewing platform.
There aren't many vendors here because most people queuing to see the scenery are there to take photos, making it crowded and inconvenient to eat.
On the contrary, there were many photographers with cameras and tourists dressed in ethnic costumes.
As soon as Qin Yi finished setting up her sugar painting stall, she felt many people staring at her.
She set out her sugar painting tools, took out the newly customized turntable, and began to create her first piece.
【Qingcha Ancient Town】
First, there are four large characters written in traditional Chinese characters for the place name.
Qin Yi placed it in front of her stall, which immediately attracted the attention of many tourists.
Then, gazing at the distant green mountains and tea fields on them, she used amber-colored sugar syrup to draw a golden terraced field picture.
"Photographer, wait! I want to buy a sugar painting!"
Some tourists who were about to go to the viewing platform to take pictures accidentally caught a glimpse of Qin Yi's brightly lit sugar painting of the four characters "Qingcha Ancient Town".
Upon arriving at the stall, I saw layers upon layers of shimmering terraced fields.
Overjoyed, I bought two at once, one to satisfy my craving and the other to take a picture.
As this tourist lined up with his spoils, many other people eyed the food in his hands.
"Why didn't I see any places selling sugar paintings when I came here?"
"Hey beautiful, where did you buy this?"
"The sugar painting stall is right by the river in front of me. The owner just set up her stall, and I was her first customer, haha."
"How does it taste?"
The tourist sucked on a piece of rice terrace slice, savoring the sweet syrup: "It's sweet with a hint of malt flavor, just like the taste of my childhood."
After hearing what others were saying, the woman shouted towards the bridge, "Honey! Go buy me two sugar paintings and bring them over!"
A man sitting on a bench by the river, scrolling through his phone, looked up in confusion: "Huh? What did you say?"
...
Today, Qin Yi has prepared a spinning wheel with only five options.
These are the four characters of the ancient town of Qingcha, a picture of terraced fields, a picture of undulating mountains, a picture of the scenery along the Qingshui Bridge River, and a picture of thousands of lights in the ancient town.
She incorporated all the scenery of the ancient town into this sugar painting.
Use a spoon as a pen and sugar as ink.
This integrates traditional culture with Qingcha Town.
Passing tourists were drawn to the unique flavor of the sugar paintings.
The small sugar painting stall quickly became the most eye-catching thing on the street.
"Boss, give our tour group thirty sugar paintings with the names of Qingcha Ancient Towns."
Qin Yi melted the last bit of sugar, successfully completing her first task.
[Ding! Mission Progress - Traditional Snacks 1/4]
A quick calculation shows that today is Qin Yi's third day in Qingcha Ancient Town, and she has successfully completed the first task.
She returned the cart to the guesthouse and, before it got dark, looked for inspiration for her next task.
First, she bought herself a small sweet drink. Girls generally love to drink beverages, and Qin Yi is no exception.
Sometimes I like sweet, sometimes bitter, and sometimes sour.
She remembered that there was one place in this ancient town she hadn't visited yet: the tea fields on the back hill.
So she opened her phone and followed the navigation, and Qin Yi arrived at a large green tea plantation.
Looking around, there are probably dozens of acres of tea fields nestled against the mountainside.
It's springtime, and the tea trees here are lush and green, with a faint fragrance wafting in the air.
What a wonderful place!
When Qin Yi arrived here, she felt a sense of peace. She seemed to understand the feelings of those who loved to work in the fields.
"Hey! Where did you come from? This is a private tea garden, you can't go in."
Just as Qin Yi was about to walk forward and take another look, she was stopped by someone in the distance.
A middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat stood in the terraced fields below and shouted.
"I just wanted to come and visit, to see the scenery!" Qin Yi shouted back to him.
The man waved his hand at her: "You can't visit here, you'd better leave!"
Qin Yi pouted, it seemed she was going to return empty-handed.
"Sister Qin! What are you doing here!" A somewhat familiar voice came from behind.
Qin Yi turned around and saw Zhuang Qing and her sister Zhuang Qing walking over, each carrying a basket on their backs and wearing a bamboo hat.
"I wanted to visit the tea plantation, but the tea farmers here wouldn't let me, so I'm about to leave."
"Strangers aren't allowed to visit here, but we don't count! Come on! They won't allow it, but you can go to my tea garden and watch us pick tea."
Qin Yi was very interested and quickly agreed.
Zhuang Qing maintained a mature composure beyond his years, nodded slightly to Qin Yi, and then led the way.
Upon arriving at their own tea plantation, we saw the two sisters skillfully picking tender buds from the tea trees and tossing them into their baskets.
"What are you going to do with these leaves you picked today?" Qin Yi asked curiously.
"Sister Qin, we plan to pick some tender leaves to make a cold tea tip salad and tea egg pancakes," Zhuang Qing replied.
Do you people here really like using tea leaves in cooking?
"Yes, because the tender tea leaves from the mountains are delicious. We've been eating them since we were little. If Sister Qin is free later, you can come over for a simple meal. It's just my sister and me at home."
"I can't possibly accept this invitation to your house for a free meal."
"It's alright, Sister Qin. Our house is just a short walk from the ancient town. You can see it from the town center. Nowadays, many tourists don't like eating in restaurants. They prefer to come to our authentic farmhouses, have a bowl of brown rice, and order a local specialty. I've hosted many tourists like that!"
Seeing that Zhuang Qing didn't object, and that this kind of thing happened often, Qin Yi simply agreed.
"How about this, take me to your house first to get a feel for the way. Once we find your house, I'll go buy some ingredients. My cooking skills are alright, so you can cook a couple of dishes, and I'll cook a couple of dishes too. Let's make this a friendly meal together!"
"Haha! Sister Qin, we'll do it your way!"
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