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

Shen Ling'er looked up at the aunt.

He pointed to the edge of the sachet.

"You sewed very beautifully, but the stitches are too rushed, which means you didn't do it slowly and were in a hurry."

"A person who truly knows how to make sachets will finish the thread more evenly, without so many rough edges from rushing the process."

"And your hands don't have the smell of perfume from years of rubbing perfumes; they only smell of perfume you picked up when you changed scenes."

She paused, then added.

"You're not selling sachets, you're a staff member."

The scene fell silent for a second.

The production team has already started to close their eyes.

The assistant director whispered, "Director, she can even distinguish the scents."

The director rubbed his temples wearily.

"Don't say anything, I know."

The auntie sighed and simply pulled open the mezzanine behind the stall.

Sure enough, there was a second gift hidden inside: a warm fleece scarf.

Zhao Lei burst out laughing.

"This isn't a lost and found contest; this is Teacher Ling'er's appraisal session."

Huang Bo couldn't help but applaud.

"The way you see things is really not the way most kids do."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"You adults always like to arrange things very nicely."

"Just because something looks nice doesn't mean it's real."

After listening, Huang Lei nodded with a smile.

This statement is simple, yet very practical.

He suddenly realized that Shen Ling'er's straightforwardness wasn't just stubbornness; it was something she had genuinely been taught.

However, the person who taught her has not yet shown up.

The people around fell silent for a moment.

But soon, Zhao Lei broke the atmosphere again.

"Alright, alright, stop reminiscing, let's keep looking for gifts."

Shen Ling'er looked at a red lantern in front of her.

"The next one is under the lamp."

Zhao Lei immediately followed.

Why?

Shen Ling'er said:

"Because there were people there watching us, and their gazes were a bit off."

Everyone was taken aback and looked in the direction she was looking.

Outside the lantern shop, a young man in gray clothes was leaning against a pillar, looking like an ordinary tourist.

But his position was quite delicate.

They had a perfect view of the entire night market entrance, and they could also see the movements of this group.

Huang Bo narrowed his eyes.

"I saw this person just now; he's been standing there for a while."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"His shoes were muddy, but his trouser legs were clean, which means he wasn't standing here the whole time."

"He was changing positions back and forth, deliberately making himself look like he was just passing by."

Zhao Lei was stunned.

"Teacher Ling'er, why are you even looking at this?"

Shen Ling'er remained calm.

"When people are standing still, their habits are most likely to be revealed."

"He's not a passerby; he's the one in charge of overseeing the place."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in gray suddenly turned around and quickly walked into the alley behind him.

Zhao Lei instinctively wanted to chase after him.

Shen Ling'er reached out and grabbed him.

Don't chase the positive side.

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

Why?

Shen Ling'er looked at a small path next to her that was covered with banners.

"He stepped back, not to run away, but to lead us into a narrow alley."

Huang Lei's eyes lit up.

"You mean he deliberately led the way?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"He has something, but he doesn't want us to get it directly."

"The simplest way is for us to chase after them ourselves."

Huang Bo laughed.

"Now even the NPCs in the night market are starting to use their brains."

Shen Ling'er added a sentence very seriously.

"It's not that he's smart, it's that the production team is putting on an act again."

The live stream audience burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, the production team is putting on an act again!"

"Ling'er now has a stable understanding of the production team."

"She really treats variety shows like a live judging session."

......

Shen Ling'er did not chase after the narrow alley, but instead led everyone into the spice shop on the other side.

Zhao Lei walked along, puzzled.

"Teacher Ling'er, are we not going to chase after that guy in the gray shirt anymore?"

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"Chasing people is too slow, and to find something, you have to see where they put their things first."

She stood at the entrance of the spice shop and looked around.

The shop was decorated with ginger slices, cinnamon, star anise, and dried flowers, creating a mixed but harmonious flavor.

A shop owner wearing an apron was weighing items with practiced ease.

Shen Ling'er walked over and first smelled the air.

"There's a fresh spice smell here."

The shop owner smiled and said, "It's brand new stock, just arrived."

Shen Ling'er nodded, but didn't reply. Instead, she looked at the scale on the table.

"You changed the weights on this scale today."

The boss's smile froze for a moment.

Zhao Lei's eyes widened instantly.

"You can tell from the scale?"

Shen Ling'er calmly said, "When you put the weights down just now, you used too little force with your fingers, which means you don't use this scale often."

"And the ledgers on the corner of your table are very neatly arranged, as if someone just tidied them up."

"People who are really in business don't keep their accounts so neatly arranged when they're busy."

After she finished speaking, she gently raised her hand and touched under the table.

The next second, the fingertip stopped below the table.

"There's a mezzanine here."

The boss was silent for two seconds, sighed, and obediently lifted the tabletop.

Inside was a sachet box.

Bai Sisi couldn't help but laugh.

"Ling'er, you're not looking for gifts, you're dismantling the stall."

Shen Ling'er glanced at her.

"The gift was hidden too well; how can I take it out without opening it?"

The box was opened, and inside was a string of small wooden plaques with the words "For the person who is best at taking care of others" engraved on them.

Zhou Xiaoyu immediately looked at Su Wan, Zhao Mengmeng looked at Bai Sisi, and Chen Doudou looked directly at Lin Jia.

The mothers all laughed.

Huang Bo said softly, "This question is actually quite heartwarming."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"This gift is not for the strong, but for the one who is always watching others."

After listening, Yang Mi looked down at her with a very gentle gaze.

"You're watching others too."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

I was checking to see if you were tired.

Yang Mi was taken aback, then smiled.

"Mom isn't tired."

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"That's good."

The sentence was spoken softly, yet the room fell silent for a second.

Bai Sisi, watching from the side, felt a pang of sympathy and whispered, "That child of hers, she always talks tough, but she sees everything."

Zhao Lei chimed in, "And she's more observant than any of us."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly shut up.

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

You've been talking less today.

Zhao Lei immediately straightened his chest.

"I am making progress."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"It's a little better than this morning."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Huang Bo laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.

"Look, Teacher Ling'er's way of praising Zhao Lei has already tamed him quite well."

As everyone was laughing, a commotion suddenly broke out from the other end of the night market.

A little boy stood in front of the sugar painting stall, his face scrunched up as if he was about to cry.

Su Wan immediately went over.

"What's wrong?"

The little boy pointed to the sugar painting on the ground.

"My newly bought rabbit fell to the ground."

The sugar painting was broken in half, and the sweet sugar shell was covered in dust.

Zhou Xiaoyu squatted down to take a look.

"Is it still edible?"

The little boy shook his head, clearly a little sad.

Shen Ling'er walked over, squatted down next to him and looked at him, then suddenly pointed at the stall owner.

"Uncle, you just changed the syrup."

The stall owner was taken aback.

"No."

Shen Ling'er said seriously, "You changed it."

"The syrup in the pot on your left is a brighter color, while the one in the pot on your right is thicker."

"When you were drawing the rabbit for him just now, your right hand was half a beat faster, which means you were in a hurry to finish the next order."

"The sugar painting wasn't completely cooled down yet, and it crumbled as soon as it was touched on the ground."

The stall owner was stunned and remained silent for a long time.

Even the regular customers nearby couldn't help but speak up.

"Indeed, this batch of sugar doesn't seem as thick as it used to be."

The stall owner could only scratch his head and accept it.

"Yes, I was too busy just now, and the timing was a bit rushed."

He redrawn a more complete rabbit for the little boy.

The little boy's eyes lit up immediately.

Shen Ling'er looked at him and gently pushed the half-piece of broken candy on the ground aside.

"Don't cry."

"It's not that you're clumsy, it's that the product wasn't made well."

The little boy nodded and carefully accepted the new sugar painting.

Zhao Lei, standing to the side, couldn't help but whisper:

"Teacher Ling'er is so logical even when comforting children now."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"He was sad not because the candy was gone, but because he felt he had broken it."

"Once the mistakes are clearly identified, people will not be in chaos."

After listening, Huang Lei seemed to be deep in thought.

"This approach is excellent."

Shen Ling'er said calmly:

"Many things are the same: first explain the reasons clearly, then talk about how to change them."

Huang Lei smiled.

"That's the kind of thing your father would say."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"He did say that."

She added another sentence after she finished speaking.

"However, I think many adults aren't ignorant, they're just too lazy to distinguish between them."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Zhao Lei immediately clutched his chest.

"This is even harsher than the last one."

The live stream chat was filled with a dense barrage of comments.

"Ling'er's comforting of the child was so well done."

"She wasn't just spouting platitudes; she was helping other people process their emotions."

"A five-year-old can handle things better than an adult!"

.......

As the night market treasure hunt progressed into its second half, the production team finally started to get anxious.

They originally thought that the last gift was well hidden and could at least buy them some time.

But Shen Ling'er kept looking at the stalls, smelling the aromas, and listening to the sounds, like she was opening a blind box, and pulled out the first two items.

The director of "Go Fighting!" stood behind the monitor, no longer wanting to speak.

The assistant director asked cautiously:

"Director, should we hide the third copy as originally planned?"

The director was silent for two seconds.

"according to."

The assistant director hesitated for a moment.

"But Ling'er has already started looking in that direction."

The director glanced at the little girl holding the ledger on the screen, then closed his eyes.

"Then press it too."

"I don't believe she can even find the last one."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Ling'er stopped in the shot.

She stood in front of a stall selling used books, staring at the inconspicuous little oil lamp next to the stall owner.

Just as Zhao Lei was about to speak, Shen Ling'er spoke first.

"This one isn't on the stall."

Huang Bo was taken aback.

"Where is it?"

Shen Ling'er reached out and pointed to an old cloth curtain hanging behind the stall.

"In the back."

The stall owner smiled.

"Little friend, how did you know there was something behind you?"

Shen Ling'er looked at the curtain, her tone very calm.

"Your stall is full of old books, and they smell strongly of paper."

"But behind the curtain, there was the smell of new wood and new paint."

"This means the items behind aren't your old stuff; they were just built."

"And the way you were standing just now, blocking the view behind you, wasn't because you were afraid people would read your book, but because you were afraid people would see the board behind you."

Zhao Lei has gotten used to it, but he still can't help but sigh.

"She didn't just see it; she smelled it, heard it, and calculated it."

Bai Sisi nodded.

"And it's all counted together."

Huang Lei squatted down and gently lifted the curtain.

Sure enough, there was a very small wooden cabinet behind it.

There was a lock on the cabinet door, with a piece of paper pasted on it: Please answer the question, and you can only open it if you answer correctly.

Zhao Lei smiled immediately when he saw the paper.

"Finally, something normal is happening."

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"You think this is normal?"

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

Shen Ling'er pointed to the cabinet door.

"These kinds of questions that ask for answers are usually not testing your knowledge, but testing your ability to avoid overthinking."

After she finished speaking, she bent down to look at the edge of the keyhole and reached out to touch it.

"The lock isn't securely fastened."

"The question isn't whether to open it or not, but whether to open it at all."

Huang Bo's eyes flickered.

"What do you mean?"

Shen Ling'er said seriously:

"The show's producers like to make you think that answering questions is the key."

"Actually, many times, the key is whether you see that the door is already open first."

As she spoke, she gave a gentle push.

The wooden cabinet door did indeed come open.

There was no gift inside, only a folded envelope.

Zhao Lei's eyes widened.

"Is there another layer hidden?"

Shen Ling'er opened the envelope.

Inside was a small card that read:

"For those who see others first."

The surroundings quieted down for a moment.

This statement is not harsh; it's even somewhat gentle.

But placing it after the traps along the way actually made people feel a little relieved.

Bai Sisi said in a low voice, "This gift seems to have been deliberately left for Ling'er by the production team."

Huang Lei smiled.

"It's as if she found it all along the way."

Shen Ling'er handed the card to Yang Mi in a very natural tone.

"Mom, this is for you."

Yang Mi was taken aback.

"Give me?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"You've been looking at me, but you've also been looking at others."

"You don't say it when you're tired, but you actually see the most."

She paused, then added.

"So it's more appropriate for you to keep this gift."

Yang Mi's heart softened immediately.

She reached out and took the card, looking down at her daughter with a tender yet proud gaze.

"Thank you, Ling'er."

Shen Ling'er turned her face away.

"Don't thank me too soon, is there any more food later?"

Zhao Lei immediately raised his hand.

"Yes! My treat!"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You've been very adept at asking questions today."

Zhao Lei straightened his chest.

"Of course, I'm experienced now."

Shen Ling'er said calmly:

"You were trained."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

At this point, the production team finally announced the end of the series.

That concludes today's special collaboration program.

"Thank you to all the families, thank you to the guests on 'Go Fighting!', and thank you to the audience."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei immediately adopted the demeanor of a host.

"Dear viewers, what's your biggest takeaway today?"

Huang Bo chimed in, "It's because Ling'er has such a keen eye."

Huang Lei nodded: "It's because she's too observant."

Sun Honglei rubbed his shoes and sighed deeply.

"I finally understand today. I didn't lose because I wasn't smart enough; I lost because I was too active."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"You're not too active, you're just too impatient."

Sun Honglei nodded earnestly.

"That's very true."

The live stream room has been completely overwhelmed.

"She really saw through the whole day."

"The Old Fox Gang didn't lose to luck today, they lost to Ling'er's keen observation skills."

"The night market section was too easy, but every section was shaking."

"Shen Ling'er is stubborn, meticulous, and has a steady hand. Who can argue with that?"

By the time we finished work, it was completely dark.

Yang Mi led Shen Ling'er back, the night breeze blowing on them felt very comfortable.

Shen Ling'er took two steps and suddenly yawned.

Zhao Lei immediately came over.

"Teacher Ling'er, are you tired today?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"A little."

Just as Zhao Lei was about to speak, Shen Ling'er added another sentence.

"But it's actually quite fun."

Huang Bo laughed from behind.

"That's quite a high compliment."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"You guys are pretty fun too."

Huang Lei chuckled.

"Is this a compliment?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"You guys are good at acting, and you get anxious too. Even after losing, you want to try again."

"He's a bit more interesting than many adults who are all talk and no action."

Sun Honglei immediately responded.

"And what about me?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him and thought about it seriously.

"You're the most interesting."

Sun Honglei instantly perked up.

"real?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Because you're the easiest to fall into a trap."

Sun Honglei: "..."

Everyone burst into laughter again.

Off-camera, the production team was packing up equipment while simultaneously reviewing the proceedings.

The director of "Go Fighting!" looked at the script, remained silent for a long time, and finally said only one sentence:

"Don't play hide-and-seek games with her next time."

The assistant director asked, "So, what are we playing?"

The director looked at the little girl holding the account book in the night and let out a breath.

"Play the easy ones."

"So simple that she can tell what we're thinking just by looking at us."

The assistant director was silent for two seconds.

"Is there still anything to play?"

The director didn't say anything.

On the other side, Shen Ling'er had already been picked up by Yang Mi and placed steadily into the car.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyelids heavy, still holding the small ledger in her hands.

Yang Mi covered her with the small blanket and asked in a low voice:

Are you happy today?

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"happy."

She closed her eyes and added another sentence.

"Because they're all pretty easy to fool."

Yang Mi couldn't help but laugh.

Are you praising them, or yourself?

Shen Ling'er mumbled in a daze:

"It doesn't matter."

The car door closed gently.

The lights of the night market were still on, and the film studio was still bustling with activity.

Meanwhile, trending topics in the live stream room have started to climb one after another.

#Shen Ling'er Night Market Treasure Hunt#

#The Old Fox Gang got tricked again#

#Teacher Ling'er's judgment of people and things is so accurate#

#Who dares to say she's just a five-year-old child?#

The comments section was filled with the same sentence.

"This kid is getting more and more outrageous."