"Boom, boom, boom..." The sound of the big drum echoed as Elder Zhou arrived on the high platform, using a vermilion pen to dot the eyes of the two lion heads, and then announced the start of the lion dance competition.
There was also a tall wooden frame built on the high platform, with a head of lettuce and a big red envelope tied at the top. The lion dancers aimed to bite off the lettuce, a feat called "picking the greens," and whoever managed to snatch the red envelope with 500,000 yuan would keep it.
"Lin Tian, take it easy later, okay? I almost threw up from you spinning me around just now," Zhou Botong, holding onto the lion's tail, said, still feeling dizzy from the aerial somersaults they'd just performed.
"Heh heh, you'll get used to it after throwing up a few times," Lin Tian snickered, his words almost making Zhou Botong vomit blood. If only he'd known, he wouldn't have shown off like this; a few more somersaults and his last night's dinner would surely come up.
