Without any photographers following them, Ling Xuan spoke without restraint. He actually supported Zhuang Yan and Lu Yan quite a bit, since it didn't affect him.
But Jiang Ning, who was standing next to her, was different. She clearly came to participate in this program hoping to reconcile with Zhuang Yan, but Lu Yan beat her to it.
Lu Yan liked Zhuang Yan's blatant behavior.
An Xinrong likes Zhuang Yan but refuses to admit it.
She clearly had the best chance on this track, but now she has strayed off course, drifting further and further away from Zhuang Yan, and her chances are slim.
For the first time, Jiang Ning couldn't control her expression and said to herself, "Don't joke around, how could they possibly be?"
Lu Yan, who had been standing behind Zhuang Yan, slowly walked out and said, "That's not necessarily true."
Fortunately, there were no staff members present. To avoid trouble, Zhuang Yan repeatedly warned Ling Xuan not to make jokes, because no one would laugh.
Ling Xuan was intimidated by his serious face and quickly said, "I won't tell anyone, don't worry."
After receiving two zero votes, Ling Xuan gradually became more indifferent. After so many days, he had seen the situation clearly. He originally thought he was disliked by everyone, but now he was popular with everyone. All three female guests were interested in Zhuang Yan.
Zhuang Yan clearly wanted to be an extra here, but Lu Yan had her eye on him.
As expected of my sister, she's a master at catching men. Zhuang Yan is just one of the fish in her pond; he'll be caught and brought ashore sooner or later.
The four of them went to the kitchen to see if they needed any help.
Today it was An Xinrong and Fang Chen's turn to cook. When they first came here, they didn't know anything, but in just two or three weeks, An Xinrong has learned to cook and can even stir-fry two simple dishes. She and Fang Chen work well together, but she can't help but think about Zhuang Yan.
An Xinrong also made ginger milk curd today. She saw Zhuang Yan make it yesterday, and it wasn't difficult. But she was worried about making it badly, so she asked the staff for help and asked them to search for a tutorial for her.
An Xinrong made it for the first time and failed many times. It never even set properly. Refusing to waste food, she drank it all. The pure milk with a ginger flavor was really not good.
An Xinrong drank until she was stuffed, and with the mentality of "not doing anything to save face," she was determined to succeed today no matter what.
Finally, it took shape when she made the 13th bowl. An Xinrong remembered the steps and made six bowls in one go.
She stood proudly in the kitchen, hands on her hips: "I'm a real culinary genius. If I want to, ginger milk curd is a piece of cake."
An Xinrong had just finished when Zhuang Yan and his group arrived.
An Xinrong could always spot Zhuang Yan in a crowd instantly, even if he was walking at the very back.
"What are you making? It smells so good!" Ling Xuan was the first to enter the kitchen.
Fang Chen said with a smile, "Xinrong saw Zhuang Yan make ginger milk curd yesterday and wanted to try it today. She spent the whole morning making it."
An Xinrong saw Zhuang Yan and snorted coldly: "Where have you been? I haven't seen you all morning."
Ling Xuan stood to the side, his eyes scanning the surroundings, looking like he was watching a good show.
"Rest in your room."
An Xinrong didn't press the matter as usual, but instead called Zhuang Yan over to let him take a good look at the ginger milk curd she had made.
"How about it? It's not worse than yours, is it? I thought it would be much better, but the taste is just so-so. I made six bowls at once, enough for everyone."
An Xinrong is a woman who always seeks revenge and prefers to have her words spoken to each other face-to-face, never resorting to internal strife.
"It looks great. You're really amazing. You learned it in just one glance yesterday. It took me a long time to succeed."
"That's right, don't you know who I am?" If An Xinrong were a cat, her tail would be wagging high by now. Of course, she wouldn't tell Zhuang Yan the truth; that would be too embarrassing.
"Try it, one bowl each. If you like it, I can make more. I'm not like some people who only make one bowl."
If you do anything to upset her, she will keep grumbling and making sarcastic remarks until she feels better.
Many people dislike this kind of personality, thinking she is too calculating and difficult to get along with.
Zhuang Yan didn't mind, nor did he think An Xinrong had a bad temper. As long as he used "children's psychological literature" well, and praised her more, the child would be happy all day.
An Xinrong shoved the bowl she was holding into Zhuang Yan's hands: "Eat up, you guys eat too."
An Xinrong looked on with anticipation, waiting for them to finish eating and praise her.
The taste wasn't great; there wasn't enough sugar, making the milk a bit fishy, and the ginger flavor was a bit too strong. But everyone still finished it and agreed that it was delicious.
Only Lu Yan didn't move.
"Lu Yan, why aren't you eating? Try what I made and tell me whether mine is better or Zhuang Yan's."
Lu Yan refused: "I don't want to eat it. I don't like ginger."
An Xinrong glared at her: "Then you ate Zhuang Yan's cooking yesterday."
Zhuang Yan was also surprised. Lu Yan had never told him that she didn't like Jiang. If he had known, he would have chosen someone else yesterday.
"Yes, I only eat what Zhuang Yan makes. As long as it's made by him, I love it and it will be my number one choice." Lu Yan's words were tantamount to a confession on the spot.
She made it clear to everyone that Zhuang Yan was number one in her heart, and she had no interest in anyone else.
An Xinrong stiffly picked up the remaining bowl of ginger milk curd. She had intended to give it to Zhuang Yan, but after glancing at it, she suddenly remembered what Fang Chen had said to her last night.
To emulate Lu Yan's aloof attitude, he turned his hand and handed the remaining bowl of ginger milk curd to Fang Chen: "Fang Chen, this is the last bowl for you."
Fang Chen took the cup: "I think Xinrong's cooking is delicious, and it's my number one dish."
"If you like it, I can make it for you every day, just for you."
No one really cared who An Xinrong was nice to, except for Ling Xuan, who loved watching the drama unfold and couldn't help but scrutinize them.
It's only been a morning, when did An Xinrong and Fang Chen start flirting? Did something happen that he doesn't know about?
After lunch, because of the heat, everyone rested in the small hut, enjoying watermelon while being fanned by the air conditioner.
Only Lu Yan was holding a bowl of red date and white fungus soup, which Zhuang Yan had made.
The sun went down in the afternoon, and the director announced that the second date would be the day after tomorrow.
Tomorrow's task is for the female guests to create dating strategies, while the male guests will complete tasks to earn points, which can be exchanged for money to use on dates.
These days, dating inevitably involves spending money. In order not to ruin the date and to leave a lasting impression on the other person, the male guests have no choice but to frantically complete tasks to earn points.
Zhuang Yan was taken aback and subconsciously looked at Lu Yan. Wasn't Lu Yan's date the day after tomorrow? Why did it have to be on that day? He had promised her that he would celebrate her birthday with her.
Lu Yan also looked over, and after the two stared at each other for two seconds, Lu Yan spoke up: "Director, can we reschedule?"
Ignoring her cold gaze, the director insisted, "No, the schedule is already set and cannot be changed."
As soon as the staff left, Lu Yan came to Zhuang Yan's side, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Go home early the day after tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you."
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