Xing Yichen's mood finally eased after he repeatedly sent a bouquet of roses one after another.
On the other side, they had already entered the voting phase.
Huang Chu looked at the fortune of the last villager, then told them to remember to vote for group three before he left.
At this moment, he habitually shook off the nonexistent dust on his jacket and walked to Qiao Moyu's side.
Qiao Moyu turned her head and smiled at Huang Chu.
Ye Peicheng stood on Qiao Moyu's other side. When the camera moved away, he reached his hands out to Qiao Moyu's hands that were behind her and squeezed them, then tickled her soft palms.
Qiao Mou felt the itch in her palm and could not help but raise the corners of her lips.
These past two days, Ye Peicheng had done many of these types of antics. In the evening, he would tightly interlock their hands together as they walked behind other people.
During the daytime when the cameraman failed to catch up, he would occasionally move closer to kiss her then go back to his serious mode as if nothing had happened.
A lot of these little things made her feel as if she had some misunderstanding regarding dating him.
Before she transmigrated, she was only eighteen and had just finished her final exams. She never thought she would date a twenty-seven year old man. She only felt it would be serious between them and that the generation gap would not be a factor.
Now it seems that the man whom she thought of as an "uncle" that would tease and pamper her. He could also be like the boys in her school who would secretly kiss their girlfriends.
She felt a thread of sweetness raise up from her heart, this sweetness made her whole body feel light and relaxed.
At this moment, the host began to speak, "Now, the vote for group three's PK competition has officially opened…"
The villagers had already arrived under the leadership of the village head. Everyone was very excited and were even more ecstatic to hear they were already on the internet and maybe will even be able to go on television in two days.
Everyone lined up with a serious expression and it was apparent that they valued their vote.
Each group had a ballot box in front of them and each villager had a vote.
Previously, the director had already handed over the donations raised from the program last season to the village head. It wasn't much but to this impoverished village, it could go a long way Afterall, there were a dozen households, so each household would be able to receive around a thousand yuan.
A thousand yuan was a lot for a household of three whose monthly expenses would only be a few hundred. Moreover, the village head said that with the broadcast of the program, more people will be aware of their region and buy their local specialties. Then afterwards, their lives would become better and better.
This time, Qiao Moyu did not officially bless her ballot box so she was a bit dumbfounded when villagers one after the other came to vote for her group.
She suddenly remembered Huang Chu's words to the village head. He had worked very hard to read feng shui* for everyone and also specifically said that he was from group three.
*TL-note: Feng shui also known as Chinese geomancy, is pseudoscience originating from ancient China, which claims to use energy forces to harmonize individuals with their surrounding environment.
She turned her head and sure enough Huang Chu was smiling at her. Suddenly, Qiao Moyu understood.
This person was truly incredible, maybe he could see that she was different from other people! But she was still unsure to what extent he could see.
when the last villager voted for Qiao Moyu, the host laughed, "Does everyone think that you can only vote at group three's ballot box?"
Indeed, some people wanted to vote for others but they did not want to be singled out when the majority of the people before them all voted for Qiao Moyu.
Under these advantageous results, the village head glanced at Huang Chu then put the remainder of the last ten votes in group three's box.