The Shelly Senbei Shop buzzed with life, its air thick with the scent of diverse seasonings. Shelly Senbei Cookie stood behind the stall, his seasoning shaker glinting as he adjusted his sleeves. A sudden crash echoed—a pot of fermented black bean sauce had overturned, its pungent stench threatening to overwhelm the delicacies. Patrons coughed, waving handkerchiefs.

Shelly Senbei Cookie's eyes snapped open, and with a flick of his wrist, he sprinkled a spiral of glittering powder into the air. The particles shimmered, weaving through the stall like fireflies. "Problem solved!~"