691. Live Streaming and Hypnosis [Two in One]_3

And now, at the head of the assembly line, Song Tan had successfully produced a large bunch of furry ai rong.

This ai rong carried tinges of green and hints of grey-yellow, like...

How to describe it?

Zhang Yanping thought: It's like the fluff of a dandelion gathered together, or like fine cotton batting—except the particles are even finer.

When you grab a handful, you can clearly feel its weight, but when you weigh it in your hand again, it feels light and airy. As soon as you squeeze it hard, the ai rong quickly bunches up in your palm and then, with elasticity, gently expands...

It's a truly curious feeling.

He pinched it curiously a couple of times, "No wonder they call it ai rong, it really is—what's next? Rolling ai zhu?"

Song Tan pushed the pile she had cleaned toward him: