The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 355 - Bidding

“Thank you!”

Sun Jianjun gingerly accepted the stinky tofu, yet he didn't rush to take a bite. Instead, he held it in his hand and inhaled deeply. With a look of sheer bliss, he nodded, “This aroma is spot-on authentic!”

The onlookers were taken aback. But upon reflection, they agreed with him; the stench was genuinely authentic!

?Sun Jianjun popped a piece of the stinky tofu into his mouth, and a satisfying crunch resonated. The tofu was perfectly fried, crispy on the outside and tender inside. The rich sauce exploded with flavor, delighting his taste buds.

“Delicious!”

His eyes sparkled with happiness, clearly savoring the top-grade stinky tofu.

Someone nearby swallowed hard. “I don't know why, but now I'm craving some stinky tofu.”

“Same here.”

“If Mr. Sun is eating it, maybe we should give it a try?”

Witnessing Sun Jianjun's rapturous enjoyment, the crowd grew eager.

“Hey, young man, I'll take an order of stinky tofu!”

“And I'll have one too!”

“Extra sauce, please.”

The crowd swarmed around the vendor.

?Su Ming's face lit up with happiness. He had been worried about selling his stinky tofu, but now his concerns vanished. He cheerfully obliged and swiftly got to work frying up more servings.

?Wang Liang, the hotel staff, and the reporters each purchased a serving and eagerly dug in. They instantly realized why it was so praised—this stinky tofu was incredibly tasty!

As the group enthusiastically nodded in approval, the neighboring stallholders were puzzled.

“What's happening here?”

“Doesn't that guy leading the charge look familiar?”

“I thought so too.”

“I've got it—he's Sun Jianjun!”

“It's really him! I never miss his food critique show; it's rare to see him this impressed.”

“Quick, let's grab some stinky tofu to try for ourselves.”

“I'm getting a few servings for my wife and kids to taste too.”

The surrounding vendors buzzed with excitement and made their way over to join in.

?Su Ming was completely worn out after an hour of non-stop work.

He tirelessly fried tofu.

Yet, there was a sense of joy in his heart.

In just one hour, he had sold over 200 servings.

His points were steadily climbing.

He was now eligible for an upgrade.

Only 20 portions of his stinky tofu remained.

Su Ming's stinky tofu had taken everyone by storm.

The crowd was substantial.

Numerous reporters were present.

Several Little Streamers were broadcasting live.

On top of that, Wang Liang couldn't stop boasting to everyone.

The news spread like wildfire.

Before long, the alley entrance was nearly jam-packed with cars.

Owners of five-star hotels and internationally acclaimed top chefs had all made their way here.

Truth be told, they were somewhat skeptical at first.

But upon arrival, they saw Mr. Sun enjoying himself immensely.

Their doubts vanished, and they started purchasing stinky tofu.

“Young man, I'll take two servings.”

“Young man, I want five servings.”

“How many servings are left? I'll buy the lot!”

“Are you sure you can eat all that?”

The group of elite chefs, faces alight with excitement, crowded around Su Ming's stall.

“Please, everyone, stay calm!”

Su Ming quickly interjected, “Let's not get too worked up.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, I only have 20 servings of stinky tofu left.”

After checking, Su Ming gave an apologetic smile and added, “To allow more people to try it, each person can only purchase one serving.”

“I'll take one serving!”

“Me too, I'll take one!”

“I'll add 100 yuan!”

“I'll raise it by 500 yuan!”

The chefs were beside themselves with excitement.

The other stallholders were dumbfounded.

Such esteemed chefs, vying for a few servings of stinky tofu, had started a bidding war.

The chefs were in disarray, scrambling for the stinky tofu.

Su Ming blinked in disbelief.

At that moment, Sun Jianjun cleared his throat.

Taking a deep breath, Sun Jianjun cast a stern look over the crowd, demanding their attention.

Silence fell.

It appeared Mr. Sun was ready to speak.

“I'll have another serving.”

With that, Sun Jianjun spoke up.

“Mr. Sun, how many servings have you already had?”

“Would you mind leaving some for the rest of us?”

His words sparked discontent among the onlookers.

Su Ming chuckled and said, “You've had ten servings already. Maybe it's time to stop.”