"What is it?" Di Jinxuan reached out her hand to Di Mingzhe.
Di Mingzhe handed her the draw, Di Jinxuan wanted to laugh, she coughed lightly twice and read, "9 grams of chicken bouillon powder."
The chef by the food cart then took out a beautifully delicate bowl and measured 9 grams of chicken bouillon powder into it.
"Big brother, still eight more times to go," Di Jinxuan said with her eyes smilingly curved.
Di Mingzhe felt a bit of a headache; to start with one not particularly good draw was bad enough, chicken bouillon powder was bearable, but 9 grams of it, geez.
Adding other seasonings on top of that, the taste really would be matchless.
But, the draw had to go on.
Di Mingzhe once again reached into the lottery box, fumbling around, and ultimately drew with trepidation.
Looking at it, he broke out in a cold sweat—9 grams of Sichuan peppercorn oil.
This combination was really incomparable.
Then the third draw, 9 grams of white vinegar.
The fourth draw, 9 grams of soy sauce.
The fifth draw, 9 grams of black pepper sauce.
Four more draws to go, Di Mingzhe was conflicted; should he ask someone to draw for him?
Seeing his indecisive look, Di Mingchen volunteered, "Big brother, let me draw one for you."
A change in luck wouldn’t hurt, Di Mingzhe nodded.
At that moment, Nangong Ran was holding the lottery box, Di Mingchen stepped up to draw, and suddenly felt a bizarre embarrassment!
Remembering how he was roasted two days ago, Nangong Ran couldn’t help tearing up, his smile somewhat awkward as he passed the lottery box to Di Mingchen.
Today, Di Mingchen was also very handsome, super handsome, different from Nangong Jin’s type of handsome; he had an air of sharpness and a formidable presence.
Seeing Nangong Ran shivering, Di Mingchen slightly raised his eyebrows, his lips slowly curled into a half-smile.
Nangong Ran also forced a smile, feeling a bit awkward.



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