Some people were persuaded to back out by Weng Qian, but even more people became convinced of its value the more they argued, and began placing bids.
The price of this Hairy Croaker continued to climb slowly.
Song Zhou returned with two large bowls of seafood noodles and saw Lu Ao still holding his phone. He leaned over for a look. "How much is it at now?"
"Seven million one hundred eighty thousand."
"That's a little higher than I expected."
"Way higher than I expected too." Lu Ao's eyes were full of delight. "I think eight million won't be a problem."
"Let them bid slowly. Eat first."
Lu Ao answered and lifted his bowl, shoveling a mouthful of noodles into his mouth.
The moment the noodles entered his mouth, he realized they were especially smooth and springy today.
He looked up at Song Zhou.
Song Zhou set the side dishes in front of him. "I saw there was flour, so I rolled out some noodles. Not bad, right?"
Lu Ao gave him a thumbs-up. "They're incredible. So good!"
Lu Ao slurped down a huge mouthful of noodles. The unique fragrance of fresh flour spread through his mouth, while the flavors of the various seafood blended perfectly into the broth, brought together by the tomato soup.
Lu Ao had grown these tomatoes himself. They had not been sprayed with pesticides, and the only fertilizer used had been fermented goose manure.
Tomatoes grown this way were especially juicy, sweet and tart, and bursting with tomato flavor.
Song Zhou held his bowl and ate elegantly across from him. "There's more in the pot if that isn't enough."
"Okay." Lu Ao swallowed his big mouthful of noodles. "I feel like I could eat five huge bowls of these noodles!"
As he spoke, he quickly