Watching the servant pour 9 grams of white vinegar into a small bowl, everyone felt a sharp toothache, while three black lines crossed Shen Wenxuan's forehead, since he disliked sour things the most.
Looking again at the box labeled with "Big Big Prize," he simply couldn't bring himself to reach out his hand.
"Haoyu, you do it, let's each have a go."
"Alright," Gu Haoyu stepped forward, pulled out a paper ball, and handed it to Xiao Xiao.
As soon as Xiao Xiao opened the ball, she laughed immediately, "This is good, this is something Lin Junyang likes, 9 grams of chili oil."
Lin Junyang felt his forehead twitching, this woman, was she born to oppose him?
What does it matter if Brother draws chili oil?
True to form, when Xiao Xiao finished speaking, the brothers around him cast dagger-like glances.
"Third, it's your turn."
After all, he's the Brother, drawing chili oil and still managed to stay calm, as if the chili oil had nothing to do with him.
