"Can't do it?" Xia Mian smiled sweetly, looking just like the girl next door, harmless to humans and animals alike.
The boss snapped back to reality and quickly nodded, "I can do it!"
To be a sugar figure artisan and not have this basic skill, what's the point of making sugar figures!
The boss started moving his hands, fearing that if he was a step slower, Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan might change their minds.
After all, things like this are usually only liked by ordinary people; cultivators in the Mystical World generally have little interest.
Watching the soft mass of syrup quickly take shape in the boss's hands, aided by chopsticks and bamboo sticks, a sugar figure gradually gained distinct features.
Upon closer inspection, the features of this sugar figure bore a seven or eight tenths resemblance to Xia Mian.
Xia Mian raised an eyebrow, finding it quite interesting.
This artisan's skill surpassed that of artisans in the current world by several degrees.
