Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 1380: Dark Cuisine Strikes, Don’t Win the Prize

Mingzhe chuckled, "You’re too kind."

Thus, under the lead of Mingzhe, over two hundred big lads, carrying shoes and socks, fearlessly stepped onto the gravel road.

As soon as they stepped on it, all their faces changed, damn, who picked these stones, why are they so sharp and uncomfortable?

So painful! AAAAH!

Mingjue thought he, as a married man, would be spared, but alas, he was spectacularly caught in the trap.

So, there are risks in fetching the bride, one should be cautious!

Over two hundred dashing elders walked down this gravel road, their expressions were tremendously entertaining, and the scene was magnificent.

One after another they gasped, "OUCH, damn, I just stepped on a particularly sharp spot!"

Even Alvin, who initially thought he was going to enjoy it immensely, started shouting, "Damn, this ’massage’ is so painful!"

Nangong Jin couldn’t help but shout, "Crap, this, this feels so good."

It was so good that the sweat started pouring out. Who came up with this idea?

Step out, he promises not to beat them to death.

Mingchen was alright, he always looked calm and was accustomed to the pain.

Mingjue was also fine, although it really hurt, but he had to endure it, since the groom was his own elder brother!

In a symphony of ghostly cries and wolf howls, they finally finished the gravel road.

The bridal party was so tormented that they were drained of their vitality, each of them sat down and first sympathized with their own big feet for a couple of seconds.

This also counted as a successful passage through a difficult challenge, Mingzhe put on his shoes and socks, and with an unchanged expression, asked, "Is there more?"

Nangong Ran and Jinxuan silently nodded, damn, brother, your face must be turning green with pain!

Although he tried to appear nonchalant.

"Tell me," Mingzhe said without any fear.

Nangong Ran clapped his hands, the guests quickly stepped aside, and then several servants pushed out large dining carts filled with various bowls, apparently containing various seasonings.

Whole carts were filled with seasonings, both Chinese and Western, everything available.

And thoughfully, it was clearly marked what seasoning each bowl contained.

The sight of it made the guests shiver, damn, this is a life-threatening situation.

"Eat them all?" Mingzhe raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit guilty, if he really ate all that, wouldn’t he die or be disabled?

"No," Jinxuan hurriedly shook her head, "Here’s a lottery box, you draw whatever you get and put it in, you need to draw 9 times, whatever you draw you put in, mix them together."

A lottery box too!

Mingzhe couldn’t help but complain.

But fortunately, it’s only 9 times, Mingzhe finally felt a strong sense of warmth.

"Let’s do this," Mingzhe nodded, "Bring the lottery box over."

The servant carried over the lottery box, respectfully saying, "Young master, please."

Mingzhe blinked, then suddenly asked, "Can only I draw?"

"You can let them help you draw," Jinxuan answered with a smile."

Mingzhe nodded, while considering.

Among these seasonings, although there were many unbearable ones like mustard, cooking wine, chili sauce, Sichuan pepper oil, there were still many delightful seasonings.

Like sugar, cream, red bean paste, and fruit juice.

So, there was still a chance that he might draw all the tasty ones!

After thinking for a while, Mingzhe said, "I’ll draw by myself first."

So he started drawing, the process was somewhat nerve-wracking, and upon opening the first draw, Mingzhe instantly regretted it, 9 grams of chicken bouillon, what the hell!