After seeing what the old man did last 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 had come 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 dollars per 500 grams?" Willow asked, looking at Sean's finger.
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 dollars per 500 prams were expensive.
"You're still short.
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