Chapter 386: It’s Hard To Say


    Trantor: EndlessFantasy Trantion Editor: EndlessFantasy Trantion


    After the costumes were made, everyone avoided the cameras and tried them on.


    Some clothes were too big, some were too small, and some needed repairing.


    Among the six families, no one was satisfied with their own looks.


    At Tutu’s house, Su Wei made two hats. Although Christmas had passed, he still followed his son’s wishes and decided to y the Nutcracker himself, while Tutu yed the Rat King.


    Tutu wanted to imitate the battle between the Nutcracker and the Rat King. But they were missing a character to y Marie, so after discussing for a while, they decided to use the Ultraman doll they brought as a substitute for Marie.


    Having Ultraman rece the main female character in a fairy tale story sounded quite absurd. But there was no other choice, as Tutu’s family consisted of only two people.


    They made a Nutcracker hat and a pair of mouse ears. When they put on their props, it was impossible to tell what they were actually portraying.


    Su Wei couldn’t even sew on a button and found it really difficult to handle the needle and thread. The production team wanted to assign him an assistant, but he refused.


    As one of the people who helped formte the rules for this variety show, how could he set a bad example by cheating?


    Huo Meijun stared at the live broadcast room, her heart in her throat.


    They had arranged so many blind dates at home, including young and refineddies from rich backgrounds, but it seemed that Su Wei had given up on love. He hadn’t shown any interest in anyone, and now, on this show, they were left alone. The Festival Group was really something, arranging a handicraft task for Su Wei and Tutu when they had lived a pampered and sheltered life. What could they possibly create?


    However, on the screen, it seemed like her son and grandson were quite focused. One moment they were using scissors, the next they were sewing, and then they were using glue to stick things on. She called them to give some instructions, but then she realized that she wouldn’t always be there for them. She needed to stop obsessing over everyst detail. How could her son and grandson grow up if she kept taking care of them all the time?


    Huo Meijun gritted her teeth and restrained herself.


    But she saw her son get pricked by a needle. He retracted his hands on reflex. She held her phone and tapped on the screen, struggling with her thoughts.


    Su Mingsheng, who rarely had a day off, sat next to Huo Meijun. Huo Meijun nudged him several times.


    He put down his book on architectural design. “I say, is there a nail on the couch?”


    “Look, our son is sewing. Can he handle such delicate needlework? What if he pricks his hand and gets frostbite?” Huo Meijun pointed to her son on the screen.


    “Haven’t you noticed that the needle is thicker than the ones you used to sew nkets with when you were younger?”


    “Really?” Huo Meijun took another careful look. “You’re right. I didn’t expect you to care so much about our son.”


    “I care about our grandson, and besides, the Festival Group will definitely consider the safety of the guests. They have a great deal of responsibility, and they’ve taken all the risks into ount. We just need to wait for them toe back.” Su Mingsheng picked up his book, adjusted his reading sses, and started reading again.


    When they gathered in the afternoon, everyone was wearing their own clothes and holding their props.


    Perhaps because they were unsatisfied with their own handicrafts, no one wanted to put on the costumes until thest moment.


    The cameras from all six stations moved to the yground, and the sound was turned on as well.


    [Finally, there’s sound! Can’t handle having no sound. It feels so ufortable.]


    [Same here. I went out during lunch and just came back in.]


    [Why is everyone wearing their own clothes?]


    [Aren’t they holding props? Looking forward to everyone’s performances!]


    [For Xuanxuan and Wheatley, imitating characters should be easy. They’re both actors.]


    “They’ve all arrived. I see everyone holding lots of things. I suppose they’re the costumes for the chosen characters. We’ll give everyone some time to change into themter,” the director said.


    Everyone looked at each other, specting about what the others were holding in their hands.


    It was easy to tell for Wheatley’s family. They were ying princes and princesses, and their costumes were made beautifully.


    When the director announced that everyone should change into their performance costumes, Wheatley’s family was the first to jump in. They immediately put on the dress and suit made of non-woven fabric.


    [Wow… Snow White!]


    Snow White’s dress was highly recognizable. Just by the color and the puffed sleeves on the shoulders, one could tell it was Snow White. Moreover, Nannan was good with clothes. She had a clothing store, after all.


    Nannan yed the role of the wicked stepmother. This image could really ruin her public image, and there was a chance that viewers might associate her with the character. But for the sake of the task, she gave it her all. On the other hand, Wheatley yed Snow White, and Michael yed the king. The other families were still struggling and hesitating.


    The children changed into their costumes first.


    Li Yanchen was still struggling with his costume and hoped he could avoid wearing it altogether.


    ying the rooster was one thing, but having to learn to cluck was unbearable!


    Xiao Tianlin noticed Li Yanchen’s conflicted expression. He walked over, holding a grandmother’s costume.


    “Brother Li, what are you ying?” Xiao Tianlin asked.


    Li Yanchen tightened his grip on the rooster costume in his hand. “You go first. ”


    Xiao Tianlin let out a heavy sigh. “With this headscarf, it might be hard to tell, but there’s also an apron.”


    Li Yanchen shook his head. “I can’t tell.”


    He hadn’t read many fairy tales, so he had no idea what the headscarf was for. He thought everyone else would be ying kings, queens, princes, and princesses.


    Xiao Tianlin felt a bit sad. He knew that arguing was useless. It was a waste of energy. How could he possibly win against his wife? In the end, he ended up ying the grandmother, Xia MO was ying Little Red Riding Hood, and Xiao Yi was ying the Big Bad Wolf.


    [Mr. Li and Magician Xiao are asking each other what they’re ying, but neither of them is saying anything. Judging by their expressions, they don’t seem too willing.]


    [Mr. Li is holding something yellow… What fairy tale character wears yellow clothes? The magician is holding something floral… Everyone, take a guess!]


    [Aren’t kings usually depicted in yellow clothes? With Mr. Li’s image, he must be ying the king for sure, the one with the most power.]


    Xiao Tianlin thought for a moment and whispered in Li Yanchen’s ear, “I’m ying the grandmother in Little Red Riding Hood.”


    Li Yanchen couldn’t help butugh. He now felt better about ying a rooster.


    “You think it’s funny too, don’t you? Are you ying a king? Your clothes must be shiny and magnificent, right?” Xiao Tianlin genuinely admired his costume.


    Li Yanchen’s face darkened. “Bah! A King! Wait for a while, and you’ll find out soon enough.”


    “Everyone, hurry up and put on your costumes. We’ll start the performance in ten minutes,” the director said.


    [Am I out of touch? Aren’t princesses and princes moremon in fairy tales? Why are there so many weird roles?]


    [I can tell that Xiao Yi is ying a wolf. Li Zekai is a little dog. Tutu is a mouse.


    Li Zexuan is a fox. Li Zexin is holding a gun. What about the others?]


    [What’s Lin Wan ying? Is it a chicken?]


    [Doudou… I can’t tell. Is she a big tree? The thing on her head looks like leaves.]


    [Feifei is obviously the ugly duckling. Feifei’s duckling costume is so cute. It is no wonder he won the y modeling contest..]