The scene quickly became crowded, and even people from the auction street followed suit.
Qin Mingxue, like a little fan girl, brought a stool over to sit beside, resting her chin in her hands, staring intently at Chen Yu.
Zhou Pinghu might not have been seen for thirty years, but his culinary skills have never fallen behind.
His techniques were so lifelike, probably unmatched by many of the master-level figures today.
Before long, enticing aromas began wafting from his stall.
Only then did Chen Yu start to make his move. His hands were moving more than twice as fast as Zhou Pinghu's.
The crowd of onlookers could only see the afterimages of his hands.
"Wow, Mr. Chen's techniques are really magical!"
"Mr. Chen can actually cook too, I always thought he was just an appraiser."
"Oh my god, a man who can make money and cook is just too perfect."
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