Wang Fan bent down and put his mouth close, evenly blowing air into the tube.
Although the old man was not young, his hands were very nimble, and in no time at all, he shaped a chubby little golden snake, inserted it with a wooden stick, and handed it to Wang Fan.
The skill of sugar blowing is somewhat related to the art of food preparation. Watching the syrup turn into a little snake in the old man's hands, Wang Fan felt a thrilling excitement, his palms itching with eagerness: "Old man, can you give me a piece of sugar to try shaping it myself?"
The old man laughed, "Sure, no problem, but it's a bit challenging. You only have a minute and a half to shape it. You still have to pay even if you don't shape it well, hahaha."
Wang Fan chuckled, "No worries, if it's not well-shaped, it's mine."
As the old man was about to knead some syrup, Wang Fan interrupted him, "Old man, just let me do it. I watched your process just now and I'd like to try this step myself."
