Song Xiang was very sure that someone had pushed her deliberately just now.
The most important thing is that someone seems to be watching her.
It was difficult for her to turn around. There were people around her, so she had to go on stage to draw a prize first.
"Miss, please relax, there are only two empty bags on the carousel, and the rest are filled with stuff." The host noticed that Song Xiang looked good, so he comforted her with a few words.
Song Xiang relaxed, reached out to touch the turntable, and applied gentle force.
A bunch of people in the audience stared, the crystal turntable rotated slowly, the golden pointer slowly turned through the red area, and finally stopped slowly.
"this……"
The pointer lands on a ten percent possible empty packet.
The host looked embarrassed, and there was a sigh of relief underneath.
"This is too bad."
Song Xiang laughed twice, apologized to the host, and then turned around to leave the stage.
But the host stopped her, "Miss, would you like to try again?"
There were also people in the audience booing.
Song Xiang couldn't go on, so he could only stay.
She had a hunch that nothing good would happen this time.
Sure enough, it landed on an empty bag again.
There was an uproar in the venue.
Song Xiang stood on the stage, feeling a little embarrassed. He glanced lightly and saw the person who suddenly appeared behind the crowd.
Severe cold.
Why is he here? Shouldn't he be in the box?
Song Xiang lost her mind, and someone in the audience asked her to try again.
The audience is also aware of the controversy. Seeing this kind of decline, they can't help but want to see if she can get worse.
Song Xiang couldn't leave, and had to bear Stern Han's gaze like a needle.
Putting the turntable on again, it was obviously just a small game, but she couldn't help but feel nervous.
The turntable rotated and the pointer landed on... the red envelope.
Not an empty bag?
There was a whistle from below, and the host breathed a sigh of relief.
When the red envelope was opened on the spot, the host's expression changed.
Song Xiang didn't see what was written on the note in the red envelope. She glanced down the stage and met Yan Han's slightly amused eyes.
Needless to say, there are no good things in the red envelope.
The host twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Canned herring, eat on the spot."
"oh--"
There was a chorus of booing, which reached Song Xiang's level, and the audience was excited.
Song Xiang stood on the stage and glanced at Yan Han again.
She recalled that time when she poured cold water on him and he made her drink strong alcohol the next day.
This time it was better, she tricked him a little and he let her eat canned herring.
Dog...I just believe you like it!
Even if such a small sacrifice is not enough, the money saved is not for the surname Yan?
When you get angry, you can't run away.
The kitchen quickly brought out the cans, and everyone at the table stepped back half a circle. Even the host looked embarrassed and ran off the stage.
Song Xiang stood alone on the stage, feeling very aggrieved.
She could feel Shun Han's gaze, and she could guess that she must be very proud of him without even looking.
She breathed a sigh of relief, reached out to pick up the can, and used a knife to pry open a corner.
Poof, the can box opened.
A foul smell spurted out.
Everyone who was close to him stepped back, but Song Xiang paused for a moment.
She sniffed her nose and was a little stunned.
Canned herring...does it smell like stinky tofu?
She raised her head and glanced in the direction of Yan Han again.
The man put one hand in his pocket and was holding a glass of champagne. When he caught her gaze, he raised his chin slightly and drank half a sip of champagne.
Song Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and he opened the can with more force on his hands.
It smells bad, but it's not disgusting.
Song Xiang lowered his head and saw clearly what was in the jar.
Sure enough, it was stinky tofu, and it was still warm.