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

A black Hongqi L5 slowly pulled up outside the store.

Ye Weiguo, leaning on a sandalwood cane and supported by Ye Wan'er, stepped down, clutching the black gold card he had won at the auction for 1.7 million yuan. His hearty laughter rang out.

"Young Master Lin! This old man is here today with a license to cut in line! I, Ye, will take care of the first bowl of noodles from this pot today!"

Lin Fan responded from the kitchen, "Please have a seat, Elder Ye. The meal will be served shortly."

He grabbed a handful of ice spring noodles made from the farm's newly produced "golden high-gluten flour" and threw them into the boiling water.

With a gentle scoop using a gold-plated strainer, drain the water and place it in a blue-and-white porcelain bowl.

Next, Lin Fan used a purple-gold soup spoon to probe into the layer of golden "spiritual mist," scooped up a spoonful of clear, amber-like broth, poured it over the noodles, and finally topped it with beef brisket cut with a purple-gold knife.

"Mr. Ye, your Supreme Clear Broth Beef Brisket Noodles."

Lin Fan personally served the noodles to Ye Weiguo's table.

Ye Weiguo picked up his chopsticks with a smile. Although he had eaten a stunning peony pastry last night, he still couldn't forget the bowl of noodles that had cured his anorexia.

But the moment he lowered his head and brought the bowl of noodles closer, the old man's smile suddenly froze.

"Something's not right here!"

Ye Weiguo's eyes, which had seen countless people, suddenly widened.

He discovered that today's bowl of noodles didn't have that extremely strong and pungent meaty aroma.

With a hint of doubt, Ye Weiguo picked up a piece of beef brisket and put it in his mouth.

"boom--!!!"

The moment your teeth snap together!

The ultimate umami flavor, forcibly locked in and amplified by 300% by the Zijin kitchenware, was like a nuclear bomb that silently detonated in the mouth, instantly cleansing all the taste buds!

The meat juices are gushing out!

The already top-quality snow-white yak beef, under the perfect cutting of the purple-gold knife and the spirit-gathering simmering of the purple-gold soup pot, actually produced an almost "naturally perfect" wonderful taste.

The richness of the beef, the freshness of the braised meat, the sweetness of the herbs... all the flavors blend together perfectly, leaving no trace of impurity!

"Well……"

Ye Weiguo shuddered violently, and his fingers gripping the expensive wooden chopsticks tightened involuntarily.

"Grandpa! What's wrong? Did you burn yourself?!" Ye Wan'er, who was standing next to him, was startled and quickly tried to take the bowl from the old man's hand.

"Don't move."

Ye Weiguo took a deep breath and gently pushed his granddaughter's hand away.

This titan of the business world, who has dominated the scene for decades, has completely abandoned his usual composure and leisure at this moment.

His entire being seemed to be completely absorbed into that blue and white porcelain bowl.

A bite of noodles, a bite of meat, and then a sip of clear, amber-like broth.

The entire hall was filled with stunned people, including the usually aloof and powerful figures.

They discovered that Old Master Ye, who was always meticulous about eating and health, was now so engrossed in his health that he couldn't even lift his head!

A few minutes later.

"Glug."

Ye Weiguo picked up the large bowl and drank the last mouthful of noodle soup.

He slowly put down the empty blue-and-white porcelain bowl, took out a handkerchief, and gently pressed the fine beads of sweat that had seeped from his forehead due to the extreme comfort.

"call--"

Old Ye exhaled a long breath of hot air, and his originally aged face now radiated an astonishingly healthy rosy glow, as if he had been revitalized.

He turned his head, his gaze extremely complex, even carrying a hint of deep awe, and stared intently at Lin Fan, who was busily and methodically working in the kitchen.

The hall was deathly silent; everyone was waiting for Elder Ye's evaluation.

"Master Lin..."

Ye Weiguo's voice was low, yet carried a slight tremor that was difficult to conceal:

"Is there no limit to your skill level?"

"I thought that the flavors you made a few days ago had reached the limit of improvement."

Old Ye closed his eyes, seemingly still savoring the perfectly integrated deliciousness he had just tasted. When he opened his eyes again, he was filled with emotion:

"But today's bowl of noodles... the richness of the broth, the harmonious flavor of the meat, and the chewiness of the noodles are all several times better than before! Completely free of any impurities, it's truly 'the greatest simplicity, a masterpiece of nature'!"

Ye Weiguo slammed his hands heavily on the armrests of the armchair, and in front of the entire room full of Jiangcheng's powerful and influential figures, let out a heartfelt sigh:

"I've eaten delicacies my whole life, but only today have I truly tasted what the insurmountable 'ultimate realm of food' is..."

Upon hearing this, all the big bosses in the room who had been listening intently gasped in unison.

For Elder Ye to say something like that, what kind of heavenly taste must this bowl of noodles have?!

In an instant, the eyes of all the big shots outside the door, holding their number tags and waiting in line, turned red.

"Assistant Su! Is it our turn yet?"

"Let us in quickly!"

Su Xiaoxiao stood at the door, like an iron tower, expressionlessly checking the number tags:

"Line up, numbers one through ten, to enter the store. Do not crowd, those who make loud noises will be disqualified."

Then, one of the shop owners strode into the store. They usually made a grand entrance wherever they went, but now they looked exactly like refugees who hadn't eaten for days.

"Boss Lin, bring one of everything on the blackboard!"

Fried rice, noodles, steamed buns, and plum juice were served one after another.

A few minutes later, only the sounds of swallowing could be heard in the store.

A coal mine owner finished the last sip of soup, put down the bowl, and his hands trembled.

"My stomach... doesn't hurt anymore?" He touched his stomach, which had been aching for years from drinking, his face full of shock.

Another real estate developer looked at the empty plate in his hand, which was a plate for lotus flower pastries.

"My migraines from the past few days are gone. My mind is perfectly clear now!"

"Amazing! This isn't just food, it's like a massage for my internal organs!"

They stood up and rushed to the cashier.

"Boss Lin, I'll buy ten more! No, I'll take them all! Name your price!"

Lin Fan didn't even look up, saying as he served the food, "One serving per person. Please leave after you finish; there are other people in line behind you."

The coal mine owner panicked: "I'll raise the price! One million for a bowl of your noodles!"

Lin Fan stopped what he was doing and looked at him: "Rules are rules. If you don't leave, don't ever come back."

The coal mine owner was stunned by Lin Fan's indifferent gaze. He opened his mouth, but didn't dare to refute him.

He glanced at Ye Weiguo, who was resting with his eyes closed, and instantly snapped out of his daze.

The rules at this restaurant are so strict that even Old Master Ye has to spend 1.7 million yuan to buy a no-queue card. Who does he think he is?

"Okay, I'll come again tomorrow." The coal mine owner obediently turned and left.

The next few hours.

This scene repeated itself repeatedly in the store. The wealthy and powerful would enter, taste the food, be amazed, try to spend more money to order more, be refused, and finally leave obediently.

Su Xiaoxiao maintained order at the door. Watching these usually high-and-mighty figures being subdued by Lin Fan, her respect for her boss deepened.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

"Sold out." Lin Fan walked out of the kitchen and hung the sign outside the door.

Those who hadn't gotten a turn outside sighed and could only leave, looking back every few steps.