After seeing what the old man didst night and what Sean could do, it was unsurprising that Titus


    would feel that way.


    "Get up and wash up. Let''s go to the antique street as soon as possible. There will be traffic when


    everyone’s heading for work," Sean said quietly as he withdrew his gaze.


    Willow nodded slightly and went to wash up.


    Sean had washed up when he woke up. He went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast-a


    simple pot of oatmeal and a dish of fruits.


    He had just finished preparing the oatmeal, and Willow hade downstairs. Willow gulped as she


    smelled the smell of oats wafting through the air.


    "Why do I never realize that a pot of oatmeal could smell so good? Do you have a secret recipe for


    oatmeal?" Willow asked with a smile.


    Sean shook his head with a smile and asked, "Do you know how much these oats cost per 500


    grams?"


    Willow shook her head. She rarely cooked. There was no way she would know how much oats cost.


    Sean held up a finger.


    "A hundred dors per 500 grams?" Willow asked, looking at Sean''s finger.


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    She also sounded a little shocked as she spoke. Even if she did not know the price of oats, she knew


    oats that were 100 dors per 500 grams were expensive.


    "You''re still short. Keep guessing!" Sean answered with a smile.


    Willow turned serious and asked in disbelief, "Are these oats 1 thousand dors per 500 grams?”


    Sean withdrew his finger and responded with a smile, "Never mind. I''ll stop teasing you. These oats are


    10 thousand dors per 500 grams."


    Willow''s face was full of disbelief before she snapped, "Are you joking with me so early in the morning?


    Whose oats are 10 thousand dors per 500 grams? Are they made of gold?"


    "Forget it since you don''t believe me."


    Sean shrugged and added, "The Yorker family bought everything in this vi. Do you think 10 thousand


    dors per 500 grams of oats is too expensive for the Yorker family? There''s only one ce in the


    world where these oats are produced, and its annual production is only 500 kilograms. You''ll find out


    why the oats can sell for 10 thousand dors per 500 grams after trying itter."


    Willow was still skeptical. As one of Janestown''s top eight families, the Yorker family was wealthy, but it


    was not necessary to pay 10 thousand dors per 500 grams of oats. The Quinn family was also


    wealthy, but Willow had never heard of oats worth 10 thousand dors per 500 grams.


    Seeing Willow''s expression, Sean knew she still did not believe him, but he did not try to exin


    further.


    Sean got up, entered the kitchen, and soon came out with a pot of oatmeal.


    The oatmeal looked good. Each oat shone with an inexplicable luster.


    After putting the pot of oatmeal on the table, Sean slowly lifted the lid. The moment he lifted the lid, the


    intense oat fragrance wafted out of the pot.


    Willow took a deep breath and admitted, "I kind of believe you now."


    The oatmeal smelled so good. Willow had never seen an oatmeal that smelled so good.


    "You''ll believe me more after you taste it," Sean said with a smile as he helped Willow fill a bowl.