I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

After the third round, the atmosphere in the film studio noticeably relaxed.

The production team originally wanted to maintain a sense of "final battle", but when they saw Shen Ling'er holding the account book, standing next to Yang Mi and slowly drinking water, she was both quiet and arrogant. In the end, they couldn't maintain their momentum.

The director of "Go Fighting!" flipped through two pages of the script, remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke.

"We'll add a final mini-game this afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei immediately became alert.

"Director, every time you say you're going to add one more, it's like you're stabbing us in the back."

The director remained expressionless.

"This was really an easy project."

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"You said the same thing last time."

director:"……"

Bai Sisi suppressed a laugh and whispered to Zhao Lei, "She has already developed traumatic memories."

Zhao Lei nodded.

"I've also formed one."

The director cleared his throat.

"The final mini-game is called 'Hidden Item Battle at the Ancient City Night Market'."

"The night market in the old town is open tonight, and there are three genuine charity gifts at the stalls, which will be given to three families respectively."

"But the gifts were hidden in the lights, incense, and sounds of the night market."

"Whoever finds it first gets to keep it."

After hearing this, Zhao Lei immediately looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Teacher Ling'er, this sounds like your home turf."

Shen Ling'er held the account book and carefully looked at the lanterns that had lit up along the street.

"It's easier to find at night than during the day."

Huang Bo laughed beside him.

Why?

Shen Ling'er spoke calmly.

"Everyone pretends to be busy during the day, but fewer people pretend to be busy at night."

The audience fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Sun Honglei patted his leg.

"This child really knows how to talk; every sentence sounds like he's addressing someone directly."

Huang Lei looked at her, his eyes also smiling.

"Ling'er, where do you think we should go first?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment, then raised her hand and pointed to a street in front of her that was covered with candy lanterns.

"Let's go to the most bustling place first."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"Didn't you always dislike crowds?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"I don't like listening to people talk nonsense, but I like watching people busy hiding things."

As soon as he said that, the live stream chat went crazy again.

"She's really good at this; she saw right through the production team without even trying."

"The pace is much more comfortable at night, but it's still just as outrageous."

"Ling'er speaks much more completely now, the kind of complete speech that you want to remember as soon as you hear it."

"The Old Fox Gang is going to fall into another trap tonight."

As soon as the night market opened, the entire ancient street lit up instantly.

Sugar painting stalls, dough figurine stalls, lantern stalls, medicinal food stalls, sachet stalls, and even stalls selling wooden combs, handkerchiefs, and flower ropes have appeared.

Once the lights came on, the place was so lively it was as if the whole street had been steamed.

Zhao Mengmeng opened her eyes wide as soon as she entered.

"So many beautiful things!"

Chen Doudou immediately perked up.

"Is there anything to eat?"

Lin Jia rubbed her forehead.

"Don't look at the food first, look at the road first."

Shen Ling'er was already squatting in front of a sugar painting stall.

The vendor was pulling sugar threads; with a flick of his wrist, the syrup fell onto the iron plate like threads, quickly drawing a little rabbit.

Shen Ling'er looked for two seconds, then suddenly asked:

"You drew with your left hand, so why do you usually hold a spoon with your right hand?"

The stall owner paused for a moment, then smiled.

"The child has sharp eyes."

Shen Ling'er didn't laugh.

"You have calluses on the back of your hands from holding a spoon all year round; your right hand is your dominant hand."

"But when you were pulling the candy just now, your right hand trembled, which means that hand was recently injured and you can't use too much force."

The stall owner's smile faltered for a moment.

Huang Bo, who was standing next to him, was also stunned.

"You can tell that?"

Shen Ling'er stood up, her tone very natural.

"The person pulling the sugar has a steady hand."

"Your hand isn't steady enough; it's like you're using leverage."

The stall owner sighed and finally took out a small wooden box from under his stall.

"Okay, kid, you've passed."

Zhao Lei's eyes lit up.

"No way, we found it already?"

The stall owner opened the wooden box, inside which was a small lantern keychain with a card attached.

The card reads: "The first gift, please give to the person who is most afraid of the cold."

Zhou Xiaoyu blinked.

Who is most afraid of the cold?

Shen Ling'er looked down at the wooden bucket selling iced drinks next to her, then at the few child actors squatting in the wind, and thought for a moment.

"Someone who's dressed scantily and keeps rubbing their hands together."

After she finished speaking, she walked towards a sachet stall at the street corner.

The others followed.

The stall owner was an auntie, and she had a row of sachets in front of her. They were very colorful and tasted sweet.

Shen Ling'er stopped in front of the stall, and instead of asking about the gift, she asked a question.

"Auntie, what's in this sachet?"

The aunt paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mugwort, dried tangerine peel, and a few flower petals."

Shen Ling'er nodded, then asked:

Have you smelled it yourself?

The aunt was taken aback.

"Of course I've smelled it."

Shen Ling'er said seriously, "Then you should know that what you have isn't the warmest."

The smile on the aunt's face faded a little.

Why do you say that?