When Nan Xian saw He Mingxiao in the afternoon, the words from [.h] automatically echoed in her mind.

Actually, what he said makes sense.

She knew how busy He Mingxiao was with his work.

In his early years of starting his business, Mr. He traveled around and socialized extensively, which eventually took a toll on his health. In middle age, he fell seriously ill and nearly died.

After surviving a brush with death, the doctor advised him to stop working and rest properly.

So after that, He Mingxiao, who was just over twenty years old, took over the He Group.

In eight years, he transformed the He Group from one of China's top 100 companies to the number one.

The higher you climb, the colder it gets; countless eyes are watching him, and countless hands are trying to pull him down.

The slightest mistake could lead the He family to utter ruin.

As the leader of the He family, He Mingxiao has to be on high alert at all times.

But he came to me under the pretext of "supervising the recording of a program".

The recording time can be as long as fifteen hours a day, which means that he has to spend several times the effort to make up for those fifteen hours in private.

Nan Xian felt his sincerity, but she couldn't forget those ten years in her previous life.

He Mingxiao had indeed never asked anything of her. He had never argued with her, and even when she was emotionally agitated and took her anger out on him for no reason, this man who had dominated the business world for many years would only silently endure it and never utter a word of dissatisfaction or blame.

He treated her very well, providing her with everything she needed in terms of food, clothing, and shelter.

She liked a certain clothing brand, so he bought it and made clothes exclusively for her. She loved food from all over the world but didn't have time to travel, so he invited a chef to his home. She took a liking to a role in a TV series, so he invested in making it.

However, the class difference was like an insurmountable chasm between the two.

She tried to overcome it, but ended up drowning out her true self.

Nan Xian thought that perhaps she had become selfish after being reborn.

She no longer had that same recklessness, and she no longer cared whether he would turn back.

Thinking about this, her heart calmed down again.

**

The recording of "The Mystery of the Mermaids" has officially begun.

Deng and his team of five issued a mission: there are several clues hidden in the ancient village on this island, including high-level, medium-level, and low-level clues. The guests need to complete the challenges set by the villagers in order to obtain the clues.

The five people set off quickly.

Nan Xian entered the village from the east gate. She had only taken a few steps when an old woman with a hunched back came up to her and said something to her in the local dialect.

Nan Xian didn't understand a word, but she realized the old woman was leading the way, so she responded with "uh-huh" and followed her inside.

As she walked, she sensed something was wrong; the smell of food began to waft through the air, growing stronger and stronger.

After turning a few corners, Nan Xian looked at the few square tables set up in the small courtyard and the three crooked characters "Farmhouse Inn" under the eaves of the house, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She had heard Ding He talk about how restaurants near some tourist attractions solicit customers; they basically wouldn't let people go once they were attracted, and you had to pay money to get them to leave.

She winked at the cameraman, preparing to slip away, when suddenly—

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a camera hidden in a pile of firewood.

This is actually a mission location!

Nan Xian was secretly delighted and quickly found a seat.

The old woman brought out the menu, which was handwritten with crooked and messy handwriting, and it seemed to be in a dialect, so it was completely unreadable.

She casually ordered two dishes, but the old woman shook her head and held up three.

"At least three dishes?"

The old woman nodded.

So she randomly pointed to another dish.

After waiting for about ten minutes, suddenly a burst of exciting music came from somewhere.

Nan Xian turned her head and saw a group of girls in strapless dresses and shirtless young men walking out of the house, dancing around her, chanting slogans in a clear or low voice.

She was startled and sat frozen in place, staring at them in disbelief.

Just then, three young men appeared carrying trays. They placed the dishes on the table one by one, while reciting the names of the dishes in their local dialect.

Nan Xian felt dazzled and subconsciously thanked them repeatedly.

After the dishes were served, the dancing girls and boys all went back inside.

Nan Xian sat there in a daze for a moment, then suddenly an idea struck her—

That commotion just now was definitely related to the mission!

Could it be... that she needs to memorize the names of the dishes?

She quickly tried to recall, and luckily her memory was always good. Despite the music and shouts, she managed to remember most of the names of the three dishes.

Combining this with some words on the menu that she could barely recognize, she quickly determined the names of the dishes.

"I know what the quest is!" she said confidently, turning to look around. "Where are the NPCs? The NPCs can come out now!"

After a moment of silence, a voice rang out, "You have to finish eating first!"

Fortunately, although the food was only so-so, the portions were small. After finishing her meal, Nan Xian covered her slightly full stomach and raised her hand.

"alright!"

A man came out of the house, and after confirming that the plates were empty, he asked:

"What pattern was embroidered on the collar of the second of the three people who served you the food?"

Nan Xian's confident smile instantly froze on her face.

The staff member, suppressing a laugh, added, "If you're unsure of the answer, you can try again."

Nan Xian snapped out of her frustration: "So I have to eat three more dishes?"

"no."

Nan Xian's eyes lit up.

"It's double, six dishes."

Nan Xian: "..."

She slowly looked at the cameraman who was trembling from trying not to laugh, and curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

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