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

Shen Man stared at the words on the screen, her fingers hovering in mid-air, trembling slightly.

She turned her head and glanced at Lin Fan, who was busy at the stall.

The man wore an apron, his profile was cold and focused, and he remained calm and orderly even when facing a long line of hundreds of people.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Shen Man felt that Lin Fan at this moment was a million times more pleasing to the eye than he had been when he was timid and submissive in the Su family.

"call……"

Shen Man gritted her teeth.

To save face, to protect her friendship, and to avoid admitting her earlier lapse in composure.

She quickly typed a line of text and pressed the send button.

Shen Man: Qingqing, you're right! It's all high-tech and ruthless work! The taste is obviously artificial, it's so cloying!

After sending the message, Shen Man guiltily stuffed her phone back into her bag, feeling her face burning.

But then I thought about it again.

If I don't say anything, who will know what I just ate?

"Hmph, Lin Fan, I'm doing this for your own good. If Qingqing finds out you're really capable, she'll definitely target you even more."

Shen Man comforted herself with a word, then tidied her somewhat messy hair and clothes, put her sunglasses back on, and resumed her haughty and aloof demeanor.

She pushed through the crowd and squeezed to the front of the stall once again.

"Lin Fan".

Shen Man crossed her arms, trying to make her voice sound indifferent. "The taste is so-so, all MSG flavor. Also, pack me two more servings of fried rice and two tea eggs. I'll take them home... to feed my dog."

Lin Fan, who was tossing the food in the wok, did not pause for a moment.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice as indifferent as if he were talking to thin air:

"One serving per person. You've already eaten."

Shen Man was stunned, her eyes widening behind her sunglasses: "Hey! I only bought it for you! Besides, I'm taking it with me, not eating it myself!"

"Rules are rules."

Lin Fan handed a freshly cooked plate of rice to the college students queuing behind him, and said coldly.

"Whether you're feeding a person or a dog, one serving is allowed per person. If you want some, come early tomorrow."

"you!!"

Shen Man stomped her feet in anger.

That blockhead! He used to be so obedient to me in the Su family, never daring to be slow when asked to pour me water, and now he dares to refuse me in public?!

"Would you be stupid not to make money when you can?"

Shen Man pulled a wad of pink banknotes from her bag, a full thousand yuan, and slapped it on the greasy table. "One thousand yuan! Two servings! Keep the change!"

The people queuing around immediately booed.

"So what if you're rich?"

"Exactly, cutting in line and they think they're right?"

"Beautiful lady, save your breath. Young Master Qin wants to book the whole place, but the owner hasn't even sold it to anyone. Who are you trying to embarrass with this thousand yuan?"

Lin Fan finally stopped what he was doing.

He turned his head and calmly looked at Shen Man.

He pointed to the side, "Don't block my guests."

Shen Man froze.

That look... made her feel an unprecedented sense of unfamiliarity and oppression.

Is this still the same Lin Fan?

Amidst the mocking gazes of those around her, Shen Man's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed.

She grabbed the money from the table and said through gritted teeth:

"Fine! Lin Fan, you've got guts! You'll regret this! Let's see how long your shabby business can last!"

After saying that, she hurriedly fled the scene in her high heels.

Even after she got into her BMW, Shen Man's heart was still pounding.

Besides anger, she also felt a strange... sense of grievance?

"It's just a bowl of fried rice! What's so special about it!"

Shen Man slammed her fist on the steering wheel.

It took her a long time to calm down, but then her stomach let out a loud growl.

Although I finished that bowl of rice, I seem... even hungrier now.

……

After Shen Man left in a sorry state, Lin Fan's stall was not deserted at all. On the contrary, it was completely in an uproar because of Qin Lang and Shen Man, these two "living devils"!

"Boss! Ignore that crazy woman! I want the egg! I want the hundred-dollar egg!"

"I'll pay two hundred! Sell me one! My girlfriend has terrible menstrual cramps and desperately needs this!"

"Hey you guys, can you hurry up? If you keep dawdling, you'll all sniff out the soup!"

The crowd went crazy.

The initial doubts about "100 yuan per egg" were completely shattered by Qin Lang's exaggerated physical reaction and the genuinely domineering and unreasonable aroma in the air.

Lin Fan's hand speed had already reached its limit.

Scoop out the eggs, drain them, bag them, and collect the money.

[WeChat payment received: 100 yuan!]

[Alipay payment received: 100 yuan!]

The pleasant notification sounds flowed together, more captivating than the most beautiful symphony.

Standing on a small stool, Tuantuan held a large QR code for receiving payments in her two little hands, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

"Thank you, Uncle! Thank you, Auntie! Eat slowly, be careful it's hot!"

Seeing such an adorable little baby, the hearts of the diners who were initially annoyed by the queue melted instantly, and some even couldn't resist buying an extra ten yuan: "I'll buy you candy!"

Less than twenty minutes had passed.

The large stainless steel barrel that contained the tea eggs was empty.

Lin Fan took the strainer and scooped at the bottom of the bucket one last time, only managing to scoop up a few tea leaves and some dregs of medicine.

He looked up at the line that still stretched for dozens of meters, and helplessly hung up the wooden sign that had brought despair to countless people:

Sold out today

"ah!!!!"

A heart-wrenching wail erupted from the scene.

"That's it? That's all? I waited in line for forty minutes!"

"Boss, are you even human?! This is all you cooked? Who are you trying to fool?"

"Please, boss, can you sell me the soup? I want to take it home and mix it with rice!"

Faced with the fervent requests from diners, Lin Fan, though also wanting to make money, couldn't conjure up the daily quota given by the system.

"Sorry everyone, good things require precise timing, and we can only produce this much each day. Please come early tomorrow."

As Lin Fan packed up his stall, he clasped his hands in apology to the crowd.

His composed and calm demeanor, combined with his handsome and aloof face, not only didn't make people angry, but also prompted many female college students to secretly take out their phones to take pictures.

"Wow, so handsome... Is this the legendary 'Fried Rice Guy'?"

"He's just a street vendor, how come he seems more stylish than those celebrities?"

……

After packing up his stall, Lin Fan rode his somewhat dilapidated tricycle, carrying Tuan Tuan, away from the night market amidst the resentful gazes of countless people.

Back to the rented room in "Happiness Lane".

The moment the door closed, Lin Fan's tense nerves finally relaxed.

"System, calculate today's earnings."

Lin Fan sat on the edge of the bed and took out his phone.

Although he had a good idea of ​​what was going on, his heart still skipped a beat when he saw the number.