Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Chapter 811: Chapter 821: Fifth, Are You Asking for a Beating?

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.

Actually, Gu Haoyu’s inner monologue was, anyway, it’s not just me eating this.

Chen Yankun grabbed a paper ball and handed it to Xiao Xiao, just as Xiao Xiao was about to open it, he pressed it with his hand, ”Wait until Fourth and Fifth finish drawing before reading it together.”

For some reason, he suddenly felt a bit guilty.

Xiao Xiao smiled and nodded, she opened it and glanced without reading it out.

Sun Wangbei and Lin Junyang drew paper balls in turn and handed them to Xiao Xiao, and Xiao Xiao began to read aloud.

”Young Master Chen, 9 grams of black pepper, Young Master Sun’s is good, 9 grams of white sugar.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Wangbei burst out laughing, ”Hahaha, I told you, my luck has always been great, you should all give me your chances to draw.”

”Young Master Lin’s is even better,” Xiao Xiao said with a smile, first glancing at Lin Junyang, who proudly raised his chin, before continuing, ”9 grams of mustard oil.”

”What the hell, what the hell, Fifth, you looking for a beating!”

Lin Junyang’s facial expression changed dramatically, and it was too late to escape as Sun Wangbei and Chen Yankun held him down and gave him a thrashing.

”Alright, this bowl of soup contains 9 grams of white vinegar, 9 grams of chili oil, 9 grams of black pepper, 9 grams of white sugar, and 9 grams of mustard oil. These five flavors represent life’s various tastes; each one is 9 grams, symbolizing Brother Wenxuan and Big Sister’s lasting happiness. Brother Wenxuan, in your future life, through sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy moments, you must lead Big Sister through happiness and stay together forever. Please enjoy.”

Looking at the small half-bowl of soup water handed over by An Ran, Shen Wenxuan was internally refusing, would drinking this really not poison him?

But hearing An Ran’s heartfelt blessings, he felt, even if poisoned, he should drink it.

Shen Wenxuan took the bowl and brought it to his nose for a sniff, indeed, the smell carried a bizarre twist.

”Brother Wenxuan, did you forget the role of the best man group at times like this? Since the prize was drawn by everyone, the winning result should obviously be shared among everyone.”

Xiao Xiao tactfully spoke up.

Shen Wenxuan was stunned, he got too involved in the scene and really forgot about these brothers.

”How about this, Wenxuan drinks one sip, and the rest we will divide among us brothers.” Gu Haoyu also stepped forward and said.

With Brother giving the word, these little brothers couldn’t say no, could they?

Shen Wenxuan gave Gu Haoyu a grateful look, without hesitation, he immediately took a sip, and instantly a sweet and spicy flavor rushed to his forehead—the power of the mustard oil was not to be underestimated.

The brothers watching Shen Wenxuan’s changing expressions nearly wanted to pluck the big flower from his chest.

”Brother Wenxuan has already finished drinking, let’s see, who are the groomsmen, Ranran, let’s help divide the rest evenly among everyone, don’t let them fight.”