"Big brother, do you think this gigolo is an idiot? We're wagering with him, but we're the ones who decide whether it's delicious. Even if his dishes are really delicious, we can just say that it tastes bad and he can't do anything about it! At that time, he'll still need to obediently hand our sister over," Ouyang Di covertly whispered to the stern-looking Ouyang Zhen.
Ouyang Zhen gave a sidelong glance to his third brother, then snorted and said, "With our taste buds, even the most delicious cuisine in the imperial palace tasted the same. Do you think we even tell whether it tastes good or not? Aren't you just talking crap?"
"That gigolo will definitely lose this wager," Ouyang Zhen triumphantly said as his beard fluttered.
"I knew Big brother is the smartest among us; you understood immediately. It's only because we drank too much and lost our sense of taste. Except for wine, everything tastes like plain water. It's really uncomfortable, though," Ouyang said with a sigh.
