After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Sun Peng put down his empty teacup, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of braised pork hock and put it in his bowl. While chewing, he secretly glanced at Lin Fan out of the corner of his eye.

He swallowed the meat in his mouth, picked up the barley tea on the table, took a small sip to moisten his throat, and seemed to be carefully considering his words.

After several seconds, Sun Peng looked at Lin Fan and asked tentatively in a soft voice:

"Ahem... Old Lin, what kind of work are you doing now after leaving the Su family?"

Sun Peng gently placed the teacup he was holding on the table, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry:

"Back then, we studied architectural design, but these past few years you've been taking care of the Su family behind the scenes, and you've neglected a lot of your professional studies."

"Now that you've left, are you affiliated with a design studio or engineering company in Jiangcheng, or have you found another avenue for development?"

Zhou Yun sat next to Sun Peng, holding a bowl of warm corn juice in both hands, and looked at Lin Fan with concern.

Upon hearing Sun Peng's question, Lin Fan remained calm and casually replied in his usual tone, "Love what you do."

Seeing that Lin Fan's answer was so brief, Sun Peng became even more convinced that his old classmate was too proud to reveal his current predicament.

Sun Peng simply placed the bamboo chopsticks he was holding on the bone plate, leaned forward slightly, and looked extremely serious.

"Old Lin, we lived in the college dormitory for four whole years, and we became friends by sleeping head to head in bunk beds."

"When I was a sophomore, I suddenly developed appendicitis in the middle of the night. You carried me three miles in the heavy snow to the school hospital for surgery. Our friendship is so close that we'd rather share the same pants. You don't need to hide anything from me."

Sun Peng lowered his voice slightly:

"I've worked in mid-level management at a car company for several years and saved up some money. If you want to start a business but lack start-up capital, don't try to shoulder the burden alone!"

"Ten thousand, two hundred thousand, I can go to the bank counter this afternoon and transfer it all to you!"

"No need for any IOU. Just take it and use it responsibly. Pay me back when you're financially comfortable. Even if you can't pay me back in three or five years, I won't utter a single word about it!"

Zhou Yun, sitting to the side, heard her husband's resolute words without the slightest displeasure. Instead, she nodded in agreement and gently chimed in:

"Yes, Lin Fan, although Old Sun speaks roughly, his heart is sincere."

"Saving this money at home will only earn us a meager amount of interest."

"It's not easy for you to raise your little girl alone in Jiangcheng. If you ever need anything, just ask me. Don't feel embarrassed."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan looked up at Sun Peng's face, which was full of concern and worry, and felt a sense of reassurance and warmth in his heart.

In this world where human relationships are as fragile as paper, you'll rarely find more than a few true friends in your lifetime who, even after years of no contact, will readily offer hundreds of thousands to genuinely help you when they learn of your downfall.

Lin Fan picked up the teapot, refilled Sun Peng's cup with hot tea, and said gently with a faint smile:

"Old Sun, I appreciate your kindness. But you really don't need to worry about me regarding money and work. I'm quite well-off now, and I'm living a much more comfortable life than I did back in the Su family."

Upon hearing this, Sun Peng frowned immediately and slapped the table anxiously.

"Old Lin! Why are you still as stubborn and headstrong as ever?!"

"Why are you trying to save face in front of your brothers? You've only been away from the Su family for a few days, raising a child alone, where are you going to find a comfortable life?!"

Lin Fan picked up a piece of stir-fried rapeseed with his chopsticks and placed it in his daughter's bowl, explaining calmly:

"I wasn't trying to put on a show. After leaving the Su family, I ran a fried rice stall at the university town night market for a few days to save up some money."

"I saw some suitable shops in the old town a while ago, so I opened my own small restaurant."

"Open a restaurant?"

Sun Peng paused for a moment, and the tension in his eyes eased slightly.

He picked up his teacup, took a big gulp, smacked his lips, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Opening a restaurant is great! Food is the most important thing for people. Although running a restaurant requires getting up early and working late, you earn real cash every day. You don't have to worry about what the big bosses think, and you don't have to put up with the humiliation of big companies!"

Sun Peng smiled again, looking at Lin Fan with admiration: "With the skills you had back in your university dorm, you could definitely make a fortune opening a restaurant!"

Zhou Yun was also relieved and said with a smile, "Yes, it's great to be your own boss. You have more freedom in your time, and you can keep Tuantuan by your side to take care of her. It's much better than being controlled by others in some companies."

Sun Peng eagerly pressed on, "Old Lin, where is your shop located? What's it called?"

Lin Fan picked up a tender, fall-off-the-bone pork rib and placed it in his daughter's bowl. Hearing this, he smiled calmly:

"It's in the old town area, and it's called Lin's Shop."

Sun Peng, holding his teacup, was about to nod in agreement when he suddenly paused halfway through his sentence.

His lips moved, his brows slowly furrowed, and he held the teacup in mid-air, a hint of doubt in his eyes:

"Wait a minute... Old Lin, what was the name of your shop again?"

"The Lin family shop," Lin Fan replied.

"Lin Family Shop? That sounds familiar."

Sun Peng repeated it twice in a low voice, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and scratched his hair in confusion:

"That's strange, why do I feel like I've heard this name mentioned somewhere before?"

Zhou Yun, who was sitting opposite, also put down her soup spoon, looked over curiously, and said after thinking for a moment, "Old Sun, does that sound familiar to you too?"

"Recently, I think someone in my WeChat group posted about some kind of shop. But I was busy looking for clothes for you and Yangyang at the time, so I didn't click to take a closer look."

Sun Peng was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled to himself and waved his hand:

"Ugh! These days, there are so many shops with 'shop' or 'old shop' in their names. Zhang's Shop, Li's Shop, they're probably all chain brands, there are so many with the same name everywhere."

He picked up his teacup and took a big gulp, focusing all his attention on supporting his good friend:

"Who cares if it sounds familiar or not! Old Lin, you've run a great business!"

Sun Peng put down his teacup and continued with great interest:

"Old Lin, it just so happens that Zhou Yun and I don't have to work overtime this weekend."

"I'll drive Zhou Yun and Yangyang to your shop on Golden Street to support you and try your cooking!"

"By the way, I'll also call a few old classmates who stayed in Jiangcheng in the alumni group, and we'll come over together to boost your popularity. I guarantee your weekend revenue will double!"