Qin Yi looked at the egg pancake that her sister with messy hair handed her.
The presentation is truly simple and unpretentious. I just observed the entire production process, and it was equally simple.
These are snacks that you can make after just one look.
Qin Yi took a bite. It wasn't particularly delicious, but it wasn't bad either. The perfectly fried egg paired with fresh tea leaves had a refreshing aroma.
But that's all.
The young lady has good skills, but the projects she chose are a bit of a letdown.
Qin Yi returned to her stall with the egg pancakes she had bought. When the girl with short hair realized that she was also a stall owner, she gave her a bright smile.
While eating her tea-flavored egg pancake, Qin Yi laid out her tools on the table.
White marble sugar painting board, frying pan, copper spoon, spatula and wooden skewers.
There's also a zodiac-themed lucky draw wheel for customers.
First, heat the sugar cubes over low heat until they melt, and then test the temperature.
If it solidifies quickly into a lump when placed in cold water, then it's okay.
Of the twelve zodiac animals, Qin Yi has mastered the dragon and tiger, though she still doesn't draw them very well.
It's only the first day, after all. If I work overtime tonight, I should be able to learn everything.
There weren't many tourists in the square when Qin Yi first set up her stall. She painted some simple peaches, carp, piglets, and butterflies.
It was placed on the display rack in front of the stall.
Just as she was concentrating on drawing a little rabbit, a sweet, childlike voice came from behind: "Boss, I want a dragon."
A 100-yuan note was thrust directly in front of her, blocking her view.
Qin Yi turned her face away and saw a fair-skinned little boy pointing at the zodiac dragon, his eyes shining with anticipation.
Kids these days have so much pocket money! You like dragons, huh? Hehe, I haven't learned how to make them yet, so of course I can't give them to you.
"You can't just buy the dragon directly, you have to spin the wheel. It costs ten yuan to spin once, and whatever you get is what you draw."
Qin Yi pointed to the price list next to her and said to the zodiac wheel.
"oh."
Whether the child understood or not, Qin Yi demonstrated by spinning the pointer once, and the little boy followed suit.
Uh... it just so happens to be a tiger!
"Tiger is good too!" the little boy exclaimed excitedly, clapping his hands.
It's true what they say, you can turn into any tiger you can't control.
Seeing the expectant look in the young customer's eyes, Qin Yi gritted her teeth and racked her brains to think of all the images of tigers in her mind, as well as anything she could draw.
After a moment's hesitation, he began to outline the design on the marble slab with a copper spoon.
A round head, two small ears, a king drawn in the middle of the forehead, and three candies scraped on either side of the big face.
It's done!
Qin Yi handed it to the little boy.
"Ah! It's Qiaohu! I love Qiaohu the most!"
One second Qin Yi was worried that her attempt to imitate a tiger would backfire and end up looking like a dog, but the next second she received a delighted and enthusiastic compliment from a young diner.
The little boy happily took the Qiaohu (a popular children's cartoon character) and was about to run to the adults when Qin Yi shouted, "Wait, here's your change!"
"Oh, then give it to me."
Qin Yi first gave him fifty yuan, and then when she was counting out change to give him more, the little boy ran away with the sugar painting in his hand.
?
A child this age hasn't learned addition and subtraction of hundreds yet?
Qin Yi had no choice but to put down her tools and chase after the little boy: "Here's another forty yuan for you, little boy in front, don't run away!"
"Giggle giggle..." The boy thought the boss was chasing him and played with him, so he ran even more happily.
The child ran really fast when he was having fun. Qin Yi finally caught up with him after a lot of effort, and the little boy bumped headfirst into a man's arms.
"Dad, Tiger."
Qin Yi took a closer look and realized that this was the muscular, sweet-voiced male singer from the square yesterday.
The girl next to me is the female singer who sang traditional Chinese opera style songs yesterday.
I never imagined that voice quality could be inherited.
"Nuonuo, be good. Daddy and Auntie are talking about something. They'll play with you later. You can eat your candy first."
It seems we've come at the wrong time.
Qin Yi quickly squatted down and stuffed the money into the little boy's pocket.
As I was about to leave, my ears betrayed me and I overheard some conversation.
"We're all from the same company, is it necessary for us to hurt each other?"
"You always turn the volume up to the maximum and squeeze it towards me. The rhythm of my Peking Opera songs is not fast to begin with, and you are making me very noisy."
"I wanted to capture the audience in the background. You can do that too; it makes it look like there are more people and the atmosphere is better during our live stream."
"Anyway, neither of us has made it onto the weekly charts recently. We need to come up with a solution. We can't keep ruining things for our own people. The boss even messaged us to ask what's going on."
"Actually, I have a win-win solution..." Qin Yi said, looking at the two anchors.
The two of them looked over at the same time and asked in unison, "What method?"
"Ahem!" Qin Yi looked at her sugar painting stall in the distance and saw that there seemed to be a few people wandering around nearby. She was in a hurry to get back to her business and said quickly.
Let's have a song relay competition!
“Our platform often has PvP battles. Sometimes the guys who send gifts have to consider their mood. Fighting too much in the arena can actually lower your favorability.”
"I'm talking about a PK that doesn't take place on the platform. It's a PK where you split into two groups with the audience on site and have a relay battle. The more audience members participate, the better the atmosphere."
“We haven’t tried that before.” The muscular male singer with a sweet voice was clearly very interested and thought about it carefully.
"It would be best to have a script for the duet, where you can pair up songs that you are familiar with. If you can't remember any, you can still sing according to the script and avoid awkward silences."
“I think we can give it a try.” The female singer, who used traditional Chinese opera singing style, agreed with Qin Yi’s suggestion, but she had a question: “Why are you helping us with this? Are you in the same industry?”
Qin Yi quickly waved her hand, "No, no, I'm just a sugar painting vendor. I just want a copy of your playlist for today. I don't know if that's convenient."
The muscular man with the soft voice assumed it was one of his fans and said generously, "What's the problem? Once Xiaofeng and I have finalized the PK schedule for today, I'll give you a song list!"
Qin Yi left satisfied after hearing this.
Back at my stall, wait a minute? The four sugar paintings I used to practice with were gone.
Upon closer inspection, there was also forty yuan on the table.
These sophisticated customers are really likable.
It seems that sugar painting still has a good market in the ancient town, after all, there are not many real sugar painting artists nowadays.
Most of the paintings are pre-made and wholesale; freshly painted ones are becoming increasingly rare.
Qin Yi divided the sponge used to stick bamboo skewers in front of her stall into two pieces, one on the left and one on the right. Then she buried herself in drawing some cute Peppa Pig, Qiaohu, roses, deer and the like to practice her skills.
"This sugar painting shop is so interesting! Why does it even have Peppa Pig?"
Cute chibi-style cartoons are especially attractive to young girls.
"I bought a rose, but I wonder where the Little Prince is."
The girl holding the flower took a bite of the rose petal: "Sweet and crunchy! The aftertaste is unforgettable, it feels like I've gone back to my childhood."
Around 4 p.m., the number of tourists gradually increased.
"Sister, here's a note for you," the little boy handed over a note. Qin Yi opened it and saw it was a playlist. She gave the child a sugar painting of Peppa Pig and immediately started studying it.
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