Nangong Ran glanced over it and understood, laughing like a witch as he went to distribute the dishes, seemingly taking pleasure in the disaster.
Interestingly enough, there were also nine groomsmen, which was quite symbolic.
But looking at Nangong Ran, who resembled a little witch, Di Mingchen really wanted to tell her, "Girl, there's always a price to pay for every action!"
When a bowl of the concoction was served, there wasn't even half a bowl, but there were definitely enough for two or three bites.
The groomsmen's faces instantly turned green, and Alvin couldn't help but ask, "Sir, just how is the taste?"
"The taste is not bad." Di Mingzhe managed to squeeze out these words with a red face, turned his head, almost wiping tears from his eyes, and patted Alvin on the shoulder, "Thanks for the hard work."
Alvin immediately felt like crying, he had never experienced such a thing, could he possibly drop dead after drinking?
