He Mingxiao snorted, his expression turning unfriendly as he looked away and continued to stare at the recording site.
Nan Xian had returned to her seat and was about to tuck a strand of hair into her pocket when she suddenly heard Gu Changlin say, "Nan Xian, you're acting a bit strange today. Could it be that you have some hidden mission?"
Nan Xian's eyebrows twitched, and her expression immediately changed to one of surprise. "What hidden mission? This is my first time on a show like this. I didn't know there were hidden missions?"
Gu Changlin got up and walked towards her. "I don't believe you. Let me see your right hand. I feel like you're hiding something."
Nan Xian stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly opened her right hand and flipped it up and down.
There was nothing there.
Gu Changlin frowned. "What about the other hand?"
Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was getting tense, Lang Zhuo quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Haha, Teacher Gu, don't be so suspicious. It's really Xiao Nan's first time participating in a reality show. How could the director possibly give a hidden mission to a newcomer!"
Nan Xian spread her hands innocently: "Yes, I just saw that Yu Lin had flour on his hair and wanted to help him. Is it wrong for an older sister to help her younger brother?"
Gu Changlin glanced at Lang Zhuo and then at Nan Xian, chuckled dryly, and said, "I was being paranoid. Sorry, I always take games very seriously."
After saying that, he left with a sullen face.
Nan Xian lowered her head to drink her tea, and sighed in a way that was out of sight of others.
Luckily, she had switched the hair to her other hand beforehand, otherwise she would have been exposed.
This little episode quickly passed, and the four people's buckwheat pastries were officially unveiled and distributed to the villagers.
Nan Xian waited expectantly for the evaluation, but saw a boy who had received the little rabbit-shaped buckwheat pastry spit it out with a few "pui pui" sounds, and loudly complain to his mother next to him:
"Mom, this is burnt, it tastes awful!"
The boy's mother was startled and quickly covered the boy's mouth, looking anxiously at Nan Xian.
Nan Xian felt a little gloomy. She stepped forward, took a piece of her own buckwheat cake, and took a bite.
It was cloyingly sweet and burnt.
She clearly didn't add much sugar, and she followed the old woman's instructions step by step. Even if she made a mistake, it shouldn't have been this serious.
And everyone baked for the same time, so why did hers burn?
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