Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 1381: This is the typical rhythm of vying for favor

"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.

But Di Mingchen didn’t say anything, simply calmly placed his hand into the box, fiddled around and then took out a stick.

During the whole process, he kept his gaze on Nangong Ran, who felt his scalp tingling under the scrutiny but didn’t flinch, maintaining a smile while locking eyes with him.

Di Mingchen placed the stick on top of the box, stared at her, raised his eyebrows, and uttered two words, "Read it."

Hearing this, Nangong Ran quickly glanced at the stick on the box and burst into jubilant laughter, "Congratulations second brother, your luck is really explosively good, 9 grams of mustard powder!"

"Is it?" Di Mingchen blinked and took a glance, oh my, it really was 9 grams of mustard powder.

Di Jinxuan on the side laughed until she was out of breath, and Nangong Ran also couldn’t help grinning with her eyes curved; her single eyelids gave her a laugh a unique flavor, like an unsophisticated child.

"Happy?" Di Mingchen lifted his thick eyebrows.

"Not at all." Nangong Ran laughed dryly twice, muttering without thinking, "Anyway, you’re not the one eating it."

With that, she obviously attracted hostility, as Di Mingzhe shot her "knife eyes" right away.

Di Mingchen was embarrassed, "Uh, big brother, my hand slipped."

Absolutely a slip of the hand!

Seeing Di Mingchen’s dejected look, Nangong Ran couldn’t hold back and let out a laugh.

But just as her mouth was about to break into a triumphant smile, Di Mingchen gave her "knife eyes," his thin lips quirking, "Little white-eyed wolf, I’ll remember you."

Nangong Ran: "..."

"Alright, I’ll do it," Di Mingjue suggested, wanting to intervene.

"No, let me do it myself," Di Mingzhe said, feeling it’s safer to rely on himself.

However, Di Mingjue was not pleased, acting like a child, "Second brother has already drawn."

Di Mingzhe: "..."

This, this is a classic case of vying for favor!

Di Mingzhe felt helpless. Being the eldest brother was sometimes such a misery, but in the end, he just had to nod, "Then you do it."

Di Mingjue reached into the lottery box, and Di Mingzhe instantly got nervous, couldn’t help but say, "Third brother, be steady."