According to Tong Bug’s usual antics...
Director Wang looked utterly hopeless. She must have done sothing again; otherwise, this foodie wouldn’t have that ’I had a great al and I’m very satisfied’ expression.
He tentatively glanced at the caraman following this group, saw the evasion in his eyes, and his suspicions were confird. His mouth twitched, and he closed his eyes in despair.
He absolutely did not want to know what happened, okay!
Can he pretend nothing happened?
Director Wang was overwheld with sadness.
Tong Yan earnestly recounted the dishes she had just eaten, "The steak was tender, the lobster was flavorful, the sole fish lted in my mouth..."
Every ti she ntioned a dish, you could hear the sound of soone swallowing.
It was too tempting! Wasn’t this al too lavish?
Everyone looked envious. Truly a special deluxe lunch, it really was different. Why didn’t they win back then, ahhhh!
Wasn’t the gap between these als too big!
Just missing the two words "special deluxe," how could the difference be so vast? Don’t think a few lettuce leaves spelling out "deluxe" would make us think it was a deluxe lunch. Besides rice, there were only so lettuce leaves and not a single piece of at. Who are they trying to fool!
Everyone looked at Director Wang in unison, their eyes full of accusations.
They want to protest!
Director Wang felt so aggrieved. The sorrow in his heart was understood by no one. Who would have known such a thing would happen! Clearly, his setup wasn’t like this!
The thing is, you ate it already, couldn’t you just quietly enjoy it? Why describe it in such detail to others? Are you hosting a food show!
Such a blatant cause of public discontent!
Director Wang was exhausted. He had only directed less than two episodes, but why did it feel more tiring than the entire season of another show!
This must be an illusion.
Faced with everyone’s accusations, Director Wang could only... pretend not to see.
What else could he do!
It’s not his fault!
He didn’t want this either!
Under pressure, Director Wang coughed a few tis and thick-skinned announced the next ga, the bottle cap ga.
The ga goes like this: Flick a bottle cap from one end of the table, and the one who flicks it the farthest without falling off the table wins. If it falls, it’s a loss.
This ga is relatively simple, entirely based on luck.
The staff quickly set up the scene, and then the artists began to compete.
This ti, the competition would determine the way down the mountain: by car, walking, or paragliding. The first place gets to ride a car, the second place walks, and the third has to paraglide.
Compared to paragliding, everyone prefers riding a car or walking. A few are afraid of heights, and upon hearing paragliding, have already started praying with their hands clasped not to co in last.
Thankfully, there was only one spot for paragliding. As long as you’re not last, it’s fine.
Everyone’s enthusiasm was instantly aroused; they had to win!
The competition order was determined by drawing lots, and this ti Tong Yan, unfortunately, drew the last spot.
Well, there was no helping it; she always had good luck with this kind of thing.
Before her turn, everything proceeded smoothly, with everyone giving their all, fearing they would be the last one.
Soon, it was her turn to compete.
Tong Yan took a deep breath and started the competition.
Amidst everyone’s watchful eyes, especially Ling Feng’s group, who were currently in last place, they watched without blinking, praying in their hearts for Tong Yan to be last, last.
Tong Yan bent down, made a gesture, and flicked hard. The bottle cap shot out like an arrow, flying straight ahead.
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