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?"
