CHAPTER XIII

"Ya...... Head! When Yin Jue saw Wu Ya squatting happily in front of a stall, the originally high anger "poofed" a little higher. He never expected that this little girl really didn't follow him, he walked and walked without hearing the girl's voice, he couldn't help but turn his head to look, he couldn't even see a shadow! Yin Jue walked back calmly, he decided that when he found this girl, he must let her know who the master is! Along the way, according to the information of his shadows, he quickly found the girl, but who expected, this guy actually squatted in front of a tattered stall and laughed happily.

"Uncle, your craftsmanship is good." Wu Ya, who was addicted to the uncle's strokes, didn't notice the rapidly dropping temperature behind her at all. "How many years have you been doing this? The sugar paintings I've seen before are not as fine as yours, and the color of your syrup is so beautiful and translucent. ”

It's the other way around! Dare to ignore this world, this girl is really getting more and more unruly, Yin Jue kept counting the girl's crimes and the punishment she wanted to give the girl in her heart, and a cruel smile slowly appeared on her face.

"Uh...... Girl, the ...... The boy behind you is your friend, right? The stall owner's uncle looked at the young man in gorgeous clothes, his eyes became more and more gloomy, and he kindly reminded Wu Ya, but he was so pressed by this aura that he trembled when he spoke.

"Huh? Friend? Wu Ya turned her head in confusion, and saw Yin Jue staring at her with a strange face, and couldn't help but shudder, "Less...... Father? What are you doing here? ”

Yin Jue strode to Wu Ya's side, and just as he wanted to have a seizure, he saw Wu Ya quickly stand up, and then ......

"Ah, you really shouldn't stand up too quickly, I'm dizzy, you wait a while." Wu Ya held Yin Jue's left shoulder with one hand to maintain balance, and held her head with the other.

Yin Jue didn't know what to do in the face of this sudden situation, and his anger disappeared by half, and he invisibly acquiesced to Wu Ya's disrespectful behavior.

After a while, Wu Ya felt better before she raised her head and withdrew her claws, "Thank you." ”

Yin Jue was really a little confused about Wu Ya's behavior, and he didn't care about Wu Ya's disrespect, and responded with a "hmm".

"Uh......" Wu Ya suddenly reacted to the disrespect of her previous behavior, and her gaze kept drifting from side to side. Then he asked a very stupid question, "Young Master, are you here to buy candy paintings?" ”

"Sugar painting?" Yin Jue repeated suspiciously, there don't seem to be any antique shops around here.

"Huh?" No, this guy doesn't know what sugar painting is, right?

"Little girl, your fish is ready." At this time, the stall owner's uncle broke the slightly embarrassing atmosphere with a word.

"Oh, okay, thank you, uncle." Wu Ya hurriedly took over the fish that the uncle had just drawn, the orange lifelike fish mouth was inlaid with a thin white long line, and the upturned tail still looked like it had just been fished out of the water and struggled. Alas, obviously I said before that I wanted to use bamboo sticks, well, forget it. Wu Ya took the other end of the line and raised the "fish" to the level of sight, not only the shape was perfect, but even the texture on the fish scales was well drawn, "It's amazing." ”

Yin Jue couldn't help frowning as he looked at that thing.

"Young master, a sugar painting is a painting made of boiling sugar into syrup." The sound of a shadow came to my ears. After listening to the explanation, Yin Jue looked at the orange thing again, looked at Wu Yan's happy appearance again, and said disdainfully, "Isn't it sugar?" ”

"Uh...... That's true, but don't you think it's amazing? Wu Ya raised her hand and brought the "fish" to Yin Jue, because the action was a little big, and the thin line caused the "fish" to swing, and almost kissed Yin Jue.

"I don't think so." Yin Jue blurted out without thinking about it at all, although he felt that this craft was a little good in his heart, but looking at Wu Ya's happy expression, he just didn't want to agree.

"That's because you haven't done it yourself, so you don't know what it's like." When I was a child, Wu Ya quietly tried to make a sugar painting because of curiosity, and found a marble slab to make a painting board like a decent, the syrup was boiled, but Wu Ya wanted to maintain the temperature, so she put it in the pot and didn't care much, and multiplied it with a spoon and recalled the actions of the sugar painting master and began to paint, the result can be imagined, it was a mess, and when Wu Ya was ready to try again, she found that the remaining syrup in the pot was paste, and she couldn't use it, and the small pot was scrapped because the syrup was not easy to clean. After that, Wu Ya admired these craftsmen more and more. Wu Ya brought the "fish" back, and asked quite insincerely, "Uh, young master, do you eat it?" ”

Yin Jue directly turned his head to the other side to show that he disdained this kind of civilian food.

"Then I'll eat it." Yin Jue squinted at Wu Ya like a cat pulling the line to bring the "fish" to the mouth and open her mouth to bite, but because the thing was too light and kept moving, Wu Ya tried twice but was unsuccessful, and then she raised the fish a little more, and then lowered it to her mouth, and when the "fish" entered her mouth, she bit off the tail of the "fish" with a hard bite. Yin Jue took advantage of his unpreparedness and reached out to easily snatch the "fishing line".

"Hmm...... Uh-huh...... Uh-huh. Because the mouth just now was too ferocious, a large piece of "fish tail" in her mouth directly hindered Wu Ya's language expression, and in the end, Wu Ya could only give up looking at Yin Jue who was carrying a thread and a "fish head".

"Ugly to death." Yin Jue looked at the "fish" that was missing its body, and the ghost envoy lifted it up and took a bite, and tasted it in his mouth, "It's too sweet." ”

"Hey, even if you want to eat, you don't need to rob me, return the king...... Uh, young master. Wu Ya complained while squatting back in front of the stall, "Uncle, I want another one." ”