The Spirit of Gourmet

Chapter 393 Familiar Image

"This...is this possible?"

On her way out of the stall, Zhao Qian happily put on the exquisite hair crown woven from night-blooming jasmine. Thinking about her accidental success, she couldn't help but smile sheepishly. "I'm such a genius!"

Beside her, Vessa and Fatima each wore an equally exquisite headdress.

It must be said that the game prepared by the female stall owner was indeed very difficult. After Zhao Qian, everyone tried it and almost all of them failed.

In the end, Fatima won back a point.

She missed the first three times, but after the fourth time, Fatima hit the target twice in a row, earning two crowns.

She kept one for herself and gave the other one to Wei Shasha.

"What kind of genius are you?" Cao Dongdong rolled his eyes and mercilessly retorted, "Fatima is the real genius; yours was just a lucky accident!"

"So what if it was a lucky accident?" Zhao Qian snorted and glared at Cao Dongdong. "It's much better than someone not getting a single one."

"Ahem." Qin Lang's lips twitched slightly. "Your words are a bit too broad in their scope!"

Apart from Zhao Qian and Fatima, none of the others won.

"Uh..." Zhao Qian stuck out her tongue awkwardly, quickly changing the subject, "Which game stall should we play next?"

"Let's keep looking inside," Qin Lang said with a smile. "I just checked, and this crafts exhibition area is quite large. Let's hurry and try to finish exploring the area before the second performance starts."

"Wait a minute," Zuo Ge suddenly spoke, sniffing his surroundings carefully, a suspicious look on his face. "Can you smell anything burning?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed slightly, and they began to sniff carefully.

"There really is!" Qin Lang was the first to smell the faint burnt smell in the air, which was somewhat similar to the smell of burning straw in the countryside.

Could it be that the exhibition area caught fire?

Thinking of this possibility, Qin Lang couldn't help but quicken his pace and walk towards the direction from which the scent was coming.

Soon, several children appeared before him.

The children were holding rattan handicrafts and laughing as they lit them with fire.

The rattan used for weaving had already been dried in the sun, and it caught fire instantly when it came into contact with an open flame. Beside the children, many adults stood with their arms crossed, calmly watching the scene, without any intention of stepping forward to stop it.

"Hello." After hesitating for a moment, Qin Lang patted the shoulder of the person next to him and couldn't help but ask, "What are they doing?"

"Is it really appropriate to burn someone else's carefully crafted artwork like this? Why doesn't anyone stop it?"

"Young man, are you from out of town?"

A passerby smiled and glanced at Qin Lang and the crowd behind him. "You don't understand. The purpose of making these kinds of handicrafts is to be burned."

"The only thing we need to be careful about is the risk of a fire caused by an open flame. We adults are here to watch over things to prevent that."

Upon hearing this, Qin Lang wore an expression that showed both understanding and confusion.

Clearly, things weren't as he had imagined.

But what kind of handicrafts are made specifically to be burned?

As he was pondering, he heard one of the children excitedly growl, "Burn the evil nightingale!"

The other children seemed to be infected as well, and soon joined in the shouting.

"...The Evil Nightingale?" Qin Lang was taken aback.

Just then, Zuo Ge suddenly tugged at his arm, looking seriously at the handicraft in one of the children's hands that hadn't yet been burned. "Qin Lang, look at that."

Qin Lang looked in the direction of the sound, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The handicraft was six or seven parts similar to the Azure Silver Oriole!

Just as Qin Lang was stunned by this discovery, Fatima pushed up her glasses and quickly stepped forward to look at the passerby who had been talking to Qin Lang. "Hello, we'd like some of these handicrafts. Where's the stall?"

Oh, right, the stalls!
Upon hearing Fatima's words, Qin Lang suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, we also want to burn some, as a way of doing as the locals do."

"Could you tell us the exact location of the stall?"

"That stall isn't far from here," a passerby pointed casually, then glanced at Qin Lang and the others with a strange expression.

"However, you may not be able to obtain handicrafts."

"Because that stall owner only gives them to children under twelve."

Is it only for children under twelve?

Qin Lang had some doubts, but he didn't pay them any mind.

After all, they didn't really want the artifact.

The stall owner, who could create handicrafts so similar to those of the Silver Nightingale, must have some connection with the Silver Nightingale.

Therefore, the stall owners are their target.

After quickly leaving the original spot, Qin Lang and the others followed the directions of passersby and soon arrived at the corresponding stall.

The stall displayed exquisite handicrafts that closely resembled the Azure Silver Nightingale. A man with his head down sat on the stall, weaving an unfinished version of the same handicraft.

In the most prominent place on the stall, it was clearly written: "The handicrafts at this stall are only given to children under the age of twelve, one per child."

it's him!
Qin Lang took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and took the initiative to say, "Hello."

Hearing the sound, the man who had been looking down raised his head.

It was a young face; the stall owner looked to be under thirty. He glanced at Qin Lang and the people behind him before speaking impatiently.

"The handicrafts here are only given to children under twelve years old."

"You do not meet the requirements."

"Um... I didn't come for your handicrafts," Qin Lang quickly explained. "I just have some questions I want to ask you."

The stall owner lowered his head again, focusing his attention on the unfinished handicraft in his hands. A fledgling silver warbler quickly became lifelike in his skillful hands.

Only after gently placing a brand-new Azure Silver Oriole in front of the stall did the stall owner grab a handful of dry vines and begin weaving as he spoke, "Ask away."

"I want to ask..."

Qin Lang slowly spoke, "These are handicrafts that were clearly meant to be burned, so why did you make them so exquisite and arrange them so neatly?"

"Don't you think it's a pity that all your hard work has been wasted like this?"

Upon hearing this question, the stall owner paused.

After a moment, he spoke in a muffled voice.

"I'll write my own, they can burn theirs, it won't affect each other."

"Perhaps at some point someone will find it so exquisite that they won't burn it and will keep it."

Qin Lang glanced at the other person with some surprise, and then spoke again, "Your handicrafts are very exquisite. What are they based on?"

"That's the nightingale, of course," the stall owner said casually.

“Nightingale…” Zoge couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Whose nightingale looks like the Silver Nightingale?”

The stall owner suddenly looked up.

"You know about the Silver Nightingale?"

(End of this chapter)