Sugar carving is actually not simpler than bamboo carving, because it actually requires more control of time and heat, and the properties of sugar are completely different from those of bamboo tubes.

Nowadays, many people who learn sugar carving use it for cooking.

They do not use this as their lifelong endeavor, but as an auxiliary to their cooking skills.

But the old man in front of me was different.

He borrowed his lifelong career skills and used them in sugar carvings.

The syrup was poured on a small iron plate. He held the iron plate with one hand and moved it up and down to control the temperature of the syrup.

The other hand carved on the syrup very quickly.

Unlike the sugar figures, which are flat, the sugar sculptures are three-dimensional.

In an instant, a vivid rabbit appeared in his hands.

Not only the appearance is similar, but more importantly, many details are drawn.

Just such a skill is enough for him to live without worries about food and clothing! But in order to insist on bamboo carving, he now sells candy on a cart on the snack street.

As he finished carving the last time and put the rabbit aside, the crowd of onlookers applauded.

Gan Yuan's live broadcast room also exploded.

"It's really awesome! No wonder you look down on magic, you really have two brushes!"

"If you dare to buy this rabbit quickly, buy it and give it to us in a lottery~"

"Dad asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast, and now he is kneeling down with me."

Before Gan Yuan could say anything, the old man handed Gan Yuan the cooled syrup.

"Here, I'll give it to you. You can be regarded as someone who has not lost our Chinese skills. You can also show your audience that our Chinese skills are no worse than others!"

Gan Yuan nodded and took it, connected the sugar sculpture with paper and put it in the photo for the audience to see.

The temperature of the hands will cause the sugar to melt away, so Gan Yuan can only drag it with paper.

At this time, someone suddenly patted him from behind and handed him a small box containing a cake.

"Thanks!"

When Gan Yuan turned around, he found that the person who came was actually the Italian magician who was performing magic just now. He smiled kindly at Gan Yuan, and then gave the old man a thumbs up.

After Gan Yuan put the rabbit into the box, the Italian asked if he could take a look, and Gan Yuan handed it to him.

"Hello, my name is Padro."

He said this in English, but obviously his English is not very good, but he can barely communicate.

"This rabbit is really awesome!"

Gan Yuan understood what he meant, then nodded and said to the old man: "This is a great magician from Italy, named Padro. He said that your carving is very powerful and very good."

The old man who had been quite hostile to the other party just now was suddenly praised by the other party, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

"No, it's nothing. Just doing it casually."

Gan Yuan smiled and did not translate this sentence. If you mess with it casually and end up like this, how can you expect others to live?

Dong Yiyuan used her skills.

Although her Italian is not very good, with some English mixed in, at least communication with Padro is not that difficult.

She briefly introduced the old man to Padro, and also worked part-time as a translator for the audience.

Padro was obviously more interested in bamboo carvings and talked a lot about them.

"He said that this is his first time coming to China. One is to perform, and the other is to appreciate the Chinese culture. He really wants to see your bamboo carvings and ask for your opinion."

The old man was stunned for a moment and replied: "It's definitely fine, but I'm just here to set up a stall, so I might have to wait until I finish selling and go home..."

There was a young man next to him who was dissatisfied: "Padro is a great magician in Italy. If he wants to see your bamboo sculptures, just agree to it. Why are you setting up a stall?"

Gan Yuan immediately glared at this man. The young man stopped talking angrily and took a step back.

Dong Yiyuan relayed what the old man said.

Padro smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, can you make me something just right for this child to eat?"

He pointed at the string of candy figures in Lu Tao's hand, with an interested look on his face.

The old man smiled and nodded. With so many people watching, he also wanted to show off. While talking, he quickly drew a candy man in his hand.

"You are from a foreign country, so I will draw you something with some Chinese characteristics."

"We in China have four great masterpieces, one of which is world-renowned. You must have heard of it, and it is "Journey to the West."

The old man said something, and Dong Yiyuan translated it.

When talking about Journey to the West, Padro nodded vigorously, obviously he had heard of it.

"Then, I will give you a Journey to the West!"

In just a few words, the old man had actually completed this candy man!

And it's not just a painting of Sun Wukong, but a complete picture of the master and the disciples riding horses to the west.

But in such a short time, four characters and one horse were painted vividly!

After handing this complicated candy man to Padro, the old man nodded with satisfaction.

Padro was even more surprised. He took out his mobile phone and took several photos, and he was even a little afraid to eat it.

"How much?"

Padro did not forget that he was just a customer and the other party was just doing business.

The old man smiled and shook his head: "No, I gave it to you."

Passers-by also became interested, and the old man's business suddenly became prosperous. After a while, the remaining syrup was sold out.

"Let's go, don't you want to see the bamboo carvings? I live not far away, let's talk while walking."

Gan Yuan and Padro followed the old man enthusiastically.

It was said that it wasn't far, but in fact, the group of people walked for half an hour before they arrived at the place where the old man lived.

But I did get to know him along the way.

The old man's name is Yan Jingwen, and he is quite famous in the bamboo carving world, but how many people in the bamboo carving world know about him is another matter.

Lutao is his granddaughter, she is five years old this year and her name is Yan Zhiya.

Lu Tao's parents died in a car accident, and she has been living with her grandparents.

The place where his family lives can be regarded as a quiet place in the middle of the hustle and bustle. It is not far from the city, but it has a relatively large house that looks quite old.

"This is the house left by our ancestors, come in quickly."

After saying that, he shouted into the room: "I'm back! Some guests have come, let's make some food!"

When I opened the door of the house, I saw a woman in her fifties or sixties coming out. She must be Lu Tao's grandmother.

She glanced at the few people following Yan Jingwen. Although she was a little surprised, she said nothing more and turned around to go to the kitchen.

However, Gan Yuan and the three of them looked straight as if they had entered the Grand View Garden.

We haven't entered the house yet, we are just in the yard, but it feels like we have entered the world of bamboo.

There is a small pavilion with a small bamboo forest planted next to it. There are bamboo tables and chairs in the pavilion.

In the corner of the yard, it seems to be Lutao's play area, with some exquisite bamboo toys placed there.

Even the teacups that Yan Jingwen poured tea for them were made of bamboo and extremely delicate.

Gan Yuan and Padro looked at the cups in their hands at the same time.

It's such a casual and commonly used thing, but the carvings on it are so exquisite that they look like works of art.

No, this is art.

Gan Yuan suddenly looked at the camera with burning eyes.
Chapter completed!