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

Tuantuan squinted her eyes happily, her two little feet swinging joyfully under the chair:

"Dad! This meat is sweet and sour, a million times tastier than the cotton candy at the amusement park!"

Then, she scooped out a large spoonful of steamed egg custard mixed with minced meat.

The steamed egg custard melts in your mouth, just like tender tofu. The fresh aroma of the free-range eggs blends perfectly with the oiliness of the minced pork, creating a savory and delicious flavor that's simply a perfect accompaniment to rice!

Watching his daughter's adorable face, cheeks bulging and mouth dripping with oil, Lin Fan sat opposite her, his eyes filled with doting affection and tranquility.

This is the life he truly wants.

There was no scrutiny from outsiders, no hustle and bustle of the world of fame and fortune, only the warmth of home cooking at this small dining table and the innocent smile of her daughter.

"Eat slowly, Daddy also made seaweed and egg drop soup." Lin Fan scooped a small bowl of hot soup with a spoon and gently placed it next to Tuantuan.

Tuantuan made two indistinct "hmm" sounds, her little hands clutching a piece of pork rib bone still covered in glistening sweet and sour sauce. She couldn't bear to throw it away, and her little tongue deftly licked the last bit of meat off the bone.

"Dad, this meat is so delicious! It's even better than the meat Mom used to take me to that really big restaurant!"

Tuantuan raised her oily little face and said innocently.

When Su Qing was mentioned, Lin Fan's eyes darkened almost imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He tore off a tissue and gently wiped the sauce from the corner of his daughter's mouth:

"Then Daddy will make it for Tuantuan every day from now on, okay?"

"Yay!" the little girl cheered, then buried her head in the bowl of minced meat and egg soup again.

The father and daughter ate every last drop of the broth from the sweet and sour pork ribs. Tuantuan even mixed the broth with rice and ate it all.

The little girl patted her round little belly, slumped in the chair and kept burping, like a chubby little pig who had eaten and drunk its fill.

After cleaning up the dishes, Lin Fan played with Tuantuan in the living room for a while and then told her two bedtime stories.

Lin Fan quietly closed the door and left the bedroom only after the little girl had fallen into a deep sleep while hugging the big strawberry bear.

Night has fallen, and the city's hustle and bustle is gradually subsiding.

As Lin Fan gazed at the bustling night view of Jiangcheng, his thoughts drifted back to the dinner he had at the Grand Hyatt Hotel the day before yesterday, when he only had two thousand yuan on him.

These are things he wouldn't have dared to dream of a few months ago.

But now, all of this has truly happened.

He knew this was just the beginning.

The name "Lin's Shop" has already made a name for itself, and it has secured a place in Jiangcheng's catering circle.

But this is far from enough.

Su Qing's Su Group is about to go public. She has enormous capital and connections. If she is really determined to fight for custody of Tuantuan, she is not yet in a position to have an absolute and overwhelming advantage.

"We must speed things up."

Lin Fan secretly made plans in his mind.

The emergence of the farm space solved his worries about ingredients, and with the support of "The Complete Collection of Home-Style Recipes" and Zijin kitchenware, his culinary skills were further enhanced.

It's time to upgrade the "Lin Family Shop" business model once again.

……

Early the next morning.

As dawn broke, Lin Fan opened his eyes on the large bed in the Jinmao Mansion.

He didn't plan to go directly to the farm today because after carefully reading through the "Complete Collection of Ultimate Home-Style Recipes" last night, he discovered that although the system farm had top-quality pork, beef, eggs, scallions, and cabbage, some of the classic home-style dishes recorded in the recipe book still required a lot of auxiliary ingredients.

For example, you need soft tofu to make Mapo Tofu, winter bamboo shoots and wood ear mushrooms to make Yu Xiang Rou Si (shredded pork with garlic sauce), and fresh tomatoes to make Tomato Scrambled Eggs.

The farm hasn't produced these things yet, so he has to buy them from outside.

Lin Fan got up quietly, tucked the blanket around the still-sleeping Tuantuan, changed into a low-key gray tracksuit, grabbed his car keys, and went out.

The largest agricultural wholesale market in Jiangcheng.

Even at six in the morning, the place was still bustling with people.

Trucks delivering goods, vendors on tricycles, and citizens haggling over prices intertwine to create a vibrant and lively scene full of everyday life.

Lin Fan drove his Wuling Hongguang into the market with practiced ease and parked in a relatively secluded corner.

Instead of going to the brightly decorated premium vegetable section, he went straight to the open-air area deep inside the market, where farmers from the nearby suburbs had set up their own stalls.

Although the vegetables here don't look as good as those in greenhouses, and some even have insect holes in their leaves, they are truly naturally grown and have the fresh scent of soil. They are much better than those "fresh" vegetables that are ripened with chemical fertilizers.

"Grandpa, how much are these tomatoes?" Lin Fan squatted in front of a snakeskin bag, picked up a ripe red tomato, and gently squeezed it. It felt just right, soft and firm.

"Three yuan a pound! Young man, these are all grown in my own field, no pesticides, naturally ripened, sweet and sour, perfect for stir-frying with eggs!" The old man at the stall said with a big smile as he promoted his wares.

"Okay, give me ten catties. And I'll also order the winter bamboo shoots and wood ear mushrooms over here." Lin Fan readily took out his phone to scan the code.

Just as he bent down to pay, he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar female voice.

"Oh my god, Mom! It's six in the morning! We have three maids who are in charge of grocery shopping, but you dragged me out of bed just to teach me how to pick vegetables?!"

Lin Fan looked in the direction of the sound.

He saw two women standing in front of a vegetable stall less than ten meters away from him.

One of them was none other than Shen Man, the heiress of the Shen Group, who had been enjoying a delicious meal at the Lin family's shop just yesterday!

However, Shen Man today completely lacked the sophisticated and aloof socialite demeanor she had before.

She was wearing an oversized white T-shirt, denim shorts, her hair casually tied in a bun, with no makeup, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and flip-flops.

Standing next to Shen Man was a slightly plump middle-aged woman dressed in a very elegant and luxurious manner.

She was holding two cucumbers in her hand, scolding her daughter beside her with exasperation:

"Keep your voice down! Do you think I want to come to the market so early in the morning? I'm doing this to teach you how to live a normal life!"

Mother Shen tapped Shen Man's hand with a cucumber and began to patiently teach her:

"Look closely! When choosing cucumbers, pick the ones with thorns; when choosing tomatoes, look at the stem! Zhiyuan will be making a formal visit to the Shen family this noon!"

"Zhiyuan is a financial elite who returned from Wall Street. What high-end restaurant hasn't he been to?"

"What he values ​​is whether you, as his future wife, can humble yourself, come to the market, experience the warmth and life of everyday life, and cook him a heartfelt home-cooked meal! This is an essential lesson for being a good wife and mother, understand?!"

Upon hearing the name "Zhiyuan," Shen Man scratched her hair in frustration.