The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

The cacophony of the night market surged like a tide.

The sizzling sound of the grilled squid vendor next door, the shouts of the ring toss vendor across the street, and the upbeat DJ music coming from the speakers in the distance all intertwine to create a vibrant and lively scene.

Lin Mo's stall, however, was eerily quiet.

The little girl in the pink dress was looking up, staring longingly at the copper spoon in Lin Mo's hand.

She clutched a crumpled five-yuan note in her hand, and snot bubbles were practically popping out of her nose.

"Uncle, can you really draw a little rabbit?"

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of doubt.

Mom just said that these roadside stalls are all scams for kids. The things they draw look like scribbles and are full of saccharin.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[Hilarious! Lin Mo's pose is pretty professional; I hope he doesn't end up drawing something that looks like a mess.]

I've seen this kind of sugar painting when I was a child; it's just an outline, enough to fool a three-year-old.

Zhao Kuo has already lost fifty yuan; the glow sticks are simply not selling. Lin Mo's situation is probably dire too. Five yuan each? Will that even cover the costs?

[Waiting for it to go wrong; the syrup looks like it's almost solidified.]

Lin Mo neither looked at the comments nor at the camera.

He just yawned lazily, his eyelids drooping as if he was about to fall asleep.

"A rabbit..."

He muttered something and his wrist twitched slightly.

A spoonful of scalding hot, golden-red syrup poured down the edge of the copper spoon.

The instant the syrup touched the marble slab, Lin Mo's wrist moved.

When it moves, it is as swift as a swimming dragon.

There was no draft.

There wasn't even a pause.

The fine golden lines moved swiftly across the stone slab, turning, lifting, and pausing.

If you don't look at what he's drawing, just looking at the frequency of his wrist movements, it's almost like he's splashing ink and wielding a brush on rice paper.

"What on earth is this scribbling?"

A bystander was about to complain.

The next second, his mouth opened into an "O" shape.

On the stone slab, the syrup solidified extremely quickly.

First, there are two long, upright ears with smooth, rounded lines.

Next comes its round body and short tail.

This is not finished.

The most outrageous thing is that, during this process, Lin Mo's wrist actually used extremely small and rapid tremors to draw the texture of "hair" inside the rabbit's body by utilizing the density of the flowing syrup!

Those are not flat lines.

It has a layered, translucent, velvety texture!

Finally, he gently placed a drop of the thickest syrup over the rabbit's eye.

Remove the spoon.

The whole thing took no more than ten seconds.

A crystal rabbit, entirely golden and seemingly about to leap off the stone slab, suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Quiet.

For a moment, a vacuum appeared in front of the previously noisy stalls.

The live stream chat experienced a brief pause before erupting in a frenzy of comments.

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[Holy crap?! Am I seeing things?]

[Is this supposed to be sugar painting? This looks like 3D printing!]

How did you draw that hair? Your hand didn't even shake! Oh wait, your hand did shake, but it created the texture!

I'm blown away! This skill is amazing! The old man downstairs who does sugar painting would smash his stall if he saw this!

Lin Mo remained calm, picked up a bamboo skewer, and before the candy had completely hardened, gently stuck it onto the drop of "eye," then skillfully scooped it up and handed it over.

"Take it, don't let it melt."

The little girl took the crystal-like rabbit.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the sugar painting, making the whole rabbit glow, and even its non-existent whiskers seemed to tremble.

The little girl stared blankly for two seconds.

Then--

"Wow!!!"

A heart-wrenching cry rang out.

Everyone around was startled, and Jiang Ruoyun was at a loss as to how to comfort her.

"What's wrong? Did you get burned?"

The little girl held the sugar painting high in the air, crying as if afraid of breaking it.

"It looks so good... Waaaaah... I can't bear to eat it! Waaaah... I want to keep it as a pet!"

The onlookers burst into laughter.

[Hahaha, no, it's not that the kid cried from being so hungry, it's that the kid cried from being so happy!]

This is what you call a work of art! Five dollars? I'd buy it!

Lin Mo's skills are amazing! He's been keeping his talent hidden!

That loud cry was absolutely the best GG (boy/girl).

People who were just passing by gathered around out of curiosity.

"Boss, is this really a drawing?"

"Let me take a look... Holy crap, this rabbit is amazing! Boss, I'll have one too!"

"Me too! I want a tiger! One with the character 'king' on it, something really imposing!"

"Could you draw that... you know, Bald Qiang?"

The stall, which was almost deserted just moments before, was instantly surrounded by a huge crowd.

Even the auntie selling grilled gluten next door forgot to flip it over and craned her neck to look this way.

Lin Mo frowned.

so many people.

very noisy.

I just want to pack up and go home to sleep.

"One at a time, don't push."

Lin Mo sighed, scooped up another spoonful of syrup, and said, "Just tell me what you want, or scan the code to find that pretty lady."

He pointed to Jiang Ruoyun beside him.

Jiang Ruoyun was dressed in a Chanel casual outfit today, which normally gives her the air of a pampered young lady who never lifts a finger.

But now, she was surrounded by enthusiastic customers.

"Miss, where would you like to scan?"

"Hey beautiful, the money's gone, I want a big rooster!"

"Excuse me, miss, can I cut in line? I'll pay double!"

Jiang Ruoyun had never seen such a scene before.

At the banquets she used to attend, everyone was holding a glass of red wine and speaking softly.

The place reeks of sweat, cumin, and loud shouts.

But strangely enough, she didn't dislike it at all.

Watching Lin Mo sitting on a small stool, head down, focused intently on writing.

That slender hand was like a magician's cane.

Each rise and fall drew gasps of surprise from those around.

A sense of pride that Jiang Ruoyun had never felt before rose in her heart.

This is the man she chose.

Even in this smoky, bustling night market, it is the most dazzling one.

"Everyone line up! Don't push! That... the tiger one is ten dollars! The complicated one is five dollars more!"

Jiang Ruoyun hurriedly took out her phone to show the QR code, her cheeks flushed with excitement, completely losing any trace of the aloofness of a wealthy heiress.

[Jiang Ruoyun has become a cashier? Why does this scene feel so harmonious to me?]

[Husband and wife in perfect harmony, family! This couple is locked together forever!]

I just want to ask, what is Zhao Kuo doing now?

The director thoughtfully switched to a split screen.

On the other end of the screen, Zhao Kuo was standing at the entrance of the bar, sweating profusely, waving a cheap glow stick.

"Hey handsome, want to buy a glow stick? Um... beautiful lady, want to show your support?"

Passersby avoided him with disdain: "Are you crazy? You can get tons of these for 9.9 yuan with free shipping on Pinduoduo, and you're selling them for 20?"

Zhao Kuo's face turned dark.

Now let's look at Lin Mo's side.

The queue had already stretched behind the barbecue stall next door.

"Boss! Draw me an Ultraman! Tiga! The kind that lights up!"

A young man in his early twenties squeezed to the front, looking expectant.

Lin Mo paused, looked up at him as if he were an idiot.

"How can sugar glow? Can you put a light bulb in it for me?"

The young man scratched his head: "Well... how about drawing something that looks cool?"

Lin Mo thought for a moment, then scooped up a spoonful of sugar.

"Add more money."

"No problem! Is twenty enough?"

Lin Mo didn't speak, but moved his wrist again.

This time it's even faster.

The syrup seemed to transform into golden ribbons, drawing sharp lines in the air.

Less than half a minute.

He actually drew Ultraman Tiga with his classic cross-beam pose using sugar!

Although it cannot emit light, due to the varying thickness of the syrup, the timer on the chest actually reflected a faint red light under the streetlights!

Holy crap! That's amazing!

The young man was so excited he almost jumped up, and immediately scanned the fifty-yuan note, exclaiming, "Keep the change! Boss, you're awesome!"

[Is this even possible?]

[Lin Mo: As long as the money's there, I'll smash even the glass.]

How many more surprises does he have in store for us?

As time went by, the bamboo skewer bucket next to Lin Mo was already half empty.

Jiang Ruoyun's phone kept beeping in her waist bag.

"WeChat Pay, 10 yuan."

"WeChat Pay, 20 yuan."

The joy of counting money is even more tangible and exciting than signing a contract worth hundreds of millions.

"Lin Mo, we're going to be rich!"

Taking advantage of a moment, Jiang Ruoyun leaned close to Lin Mo's ear, her eyes sparkling as if they held stars.

Lin Mo shook his slightly sore wrist and glanced at her helplessly.

"Miss, this is called hard-earned money."

"I don't care, we're going to have a good meal tonight!"

Just as the two were flirting and the atmosphere around them was peaceful.

Sudden.

A loud "bang" was heard.

A heavy hand slammed down on the edge of the marble slab.

Several red banknotes, with a tremor, arrogantly fluttered down in front of Lin Mo.

The crowd in line was startled and fell silent instantly.

Lin Mo's spoon stopped steadily in mid-air, without spilling a single drop of syrup.

He slowly raised his head.

Standing in front of me was a bald man wearing a floral shirt and a large gold chain.

The man's face was flushed, clearly from drinking quite a bit, and he was followed by two equally shady-looking henchmen.

"Boss, business is good."

The bald man, reeking of alcohol, glanced at Lin Mo sideways, his tone carrying a hint of provocation.

Jiang Ruoyun subconsciously shrank behind Lin Mo.

Lin Mo didn't move, he just glanced at the five hundred yuan.

Want to buy sugar paintings? Get in line.

"queue?"

The bald man scoffed, pointing to the money on the table. "I never queue. Is this enough to buy you a chance to cut in line?"

Some of the surrounding customers were dissatisfied, but seeing the man's physique and tattoos, they dared not speak out.

Lin Mo didn't even lift his eyelids: "I don't want to sell. Let's close up shop."

As he spoke, he was about to put down his spoon.

"Closing up?"

The bald man slammed his hand down on the edge of the pot containing the syrup. The scalding hot pot made him flinch, but he became even more enraged.

"I heard you can draw anything, right? That Ultraman drawing you did just now looked pretty good."

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and shoved it roughly into Lin Mo's face. On the screen was a colorful and extremely complex traditional New Year picture.

"Come on, draw this for me."

Everyone stared intently, and couldn't help but gasp.

That is—"Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".

Hundreds of birds of various shapes and sizes surround a phoenix in the center, which seems to be spreading its wings and about to take flight.

The feathers are intricate, the colors are vibrant, and the details are outrageous.

Let alone sugar painting, even drawing on paper with a pen would take several days and nights to complete.

This person is clearly here to cause trouble.

Five hundred yuan.

The bald man pushed the money forward, his fleshy face jiggling to reveal a set of smoky, yellow teeth.

"If you can draw it, this money is yours. I'll kowtow to you and call you 'Grandpa'."

"I can't draw it..."

He slammed his hand on the table, making the sugar paintings next to him tremble violently.

"If you can't draw it, I'll wreck your whole mess!"

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone looked at the young man sitting on the stool.

Jiang Ruoyun panicked and was about to take out her phone to call the police.

But she felt a hand gently pressing down on her wrist.

The palms are warm and dry.

Lin Mo slowly stood up.

He didn't look at the bald man, but instead reached out and picked up the five hundred yuan note, held it up to the light, and checked its authenticity.

Then, he stuffed the money into Jiang Ruoyun's bag.

"Why not take advantage of someone giving you money?"

Lin Mo picked up the huge copper spoon again and scooped up a full spoonful of syrup.

His gaze changed at that moment.

If what was just now was merely a lazy sleeping lion...

Now, the lion has opened its eyes.

"Watch closely."

"This spoonful costs five hundred yuan."