It’s no wonder Di Mingzhe is nervous; he’s really having an Alexander moment here.
Truth be told, there are so many tasty seasonings, how come he always fails to draw one? His heart is weary.
Seeing Di Mingzhe so nervous, Di Mingjue couldn’t help but comfort him, "Bro, don’t be nervous. I’ve always been pretty lucky."
Di Mingzhe nodded. That somewhat calmed him down. Indeed, the third brother’s luck had always been good.
But the facts proved that Di Mingjue, the tycoon of the business world, could falter too. When he saw the sign in his hand, his handsome and cool face instantly turned green.
Oh man, 9 grams of chili oil!
Di Mingzhe’s face turned even greener, at a loss for words!
The two brothers, one with mustard, the other with chili oil, is this a plot to kill him?
At least the one he drew seems a bit gentler.
Di Mingjue wore a "dog ate my homework" expression, "Big bro... there’s been a little mistake. How about, I draw again?"
"No!" Di Mingzhe quickly replied, and before he could finish, Nangong Jin cut in, "Big bro, why don’t I draw for you this time?"
"No need." Di Mingzhe decisively shook his head. Better to rely on oneself than others!
Nangong Jin pouted, "Big bro, they’ve already drawn!"
They’ve all drawn, what do you mean by not letting your brother-in-law have a go?
Di Mingzhe broke out in cold sweat. In the spirit of fair play, he ultimately nodded with resignation, "Then, you draw."
"Big bro, trust me." Nangong Jin patted Di Mingzhe on the back, "I’ll definitely draw something better than them."
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