"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.
