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

At this time, there were still ten minutes until nine o'clock.

Outside the gate, Phoenix Golden Street was already a terrifying sight, comparable to a train station during the Spring Festival travel rush.

The long queue was even more exaggerated than yesterday, with a dense crowd stretching all the way to the street corner intersection.

Although the sun had only just risen, the lingering heat of late summer was already showing its power, and the muggy air made people restless and irritable.

At the very front of the procession were Jiangcheng's business tycoons and CEOs of various groups who had previously appeared at the banquet, as well as the top second-generation rich kids who had come after hearing the news.

They were all dressed in expensive custom-made suits and wore watches worth millions on their wrists, but at this moment they looked like primary school students waiting for the cafeteria to open. Even though they were sweating profusely, they stared longingly at the roller shutter door of "Lin's Shop" that was not fully closed.

The moment Su Xiaoxiao came out with the small blackboard and hung it on the wall.

The previously noisy crowd outside instantly fell silent, and hundreds of eyes, like searchlights, swept towards the blackboard.

Dead silence.

An eerie silence lasting five seconds.

What followed was not cheers, but a gasp of astonishment, confusion, and even absurdity.

"Holy crap?! Am I seeing things?! Scrambled eggs with tomatoes?!"

"288 yuan a serving?! Are these tomatoes grown in the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Garden, or are these eggs made of gold?!"

"This is insane! Master Lin is so capricious! Yesterday it was peony pastries and boiled cabbage in clear broth, the kind of dishes served at state banquets, and today it's suddenly become these home-style dishes? This is such a huge leap!"

Among the crowd, Mr. Chen, who had been clamoring at the banquet to invest in buying a building for Lin Fan, was now standing at the front of the line.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, looked at the words on the blackboard, frowned slightly, and turned to another mining tycoon, Boss Li, beside him with a wry smile:

"Old Li, I really don't understand Master Lin's hand. 288 for a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes? It's not about the money, who among us is short of 300 yuan? But if word gets out that we old guys spent 280 yuan to come here for scrambled eggs with tomatoes, won't we be laughed at as suckers?"

Boss Li is a typical Northeastern man, with a fierce face and a burly physique.

He touched his bald head, snorted, and said in a gruff voice:

"Old Chen, you're just living too hard, thinking too much! What are we doing standing here feeding mosquitoes so early in the morning? We're here to eat Master Lin's cooking!"

"Master Lin's cooking, even if it's just stir-fried tree bark, tastes like magic! You don't care if it's tomatoes or radishes! I didn't even have breakfast today, I'm starving, even if it's 288, I'd order it without hesitation!"

As they were talking, Lin Fan's calm voice came from inside the shop:

"It's nine o'clock, Xiaoxiao, open the door and welcome the guests."

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao suppressed her shock at the "sky-high price for scrambled eggs with tomatoes" and pushed open the glass door:

"Dear guests, please enter the store in an orderly manner and avoid crowding."

Boss Li took the lead, striding into the store and heading straight for the cashier.

"Hey girl! Give me one of those... tomato and egg stir-fry! And a bowl of rice! Hurry up, I'm starving!"

With his wealth and swagger, Boss Li pulled out his phone and scanned the code to pay.

"Okay, Mr. Li, please find a seat and we'll serve you your food right away." Su Xiaoxiao operated the cash register deftly.

Following behind Boss Li, General Manager Chen hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist his curiosity about Lin Fan's cooking skills and gritted his teeth to order a dish.

The other executives and second-generation rich kids who followed them in, with the attitude of "since we're already here," also scanned the QR code.

After all, in their eyes, Lin Fan was the guarantee of quality; even his scrambled eggs with tomatoes must have some hidden secrets.

Less than two minutes.

Lin Fan carried a wooden tray out of the kitchen.

On the tray was a plate of enticingly red and golden-yellow [Spiritual Supreme Tomato Scrambled Eggs], accompanied by a bowl of steaming, crystal-clear Spiritual Rice.

"Mr. Li, please enjoy your meal."

Lin Fan gently placed the plate on the solid wood square table in front of Boss Li.

The moment the plate was placed down.

A warm, mellow aroma, carrying the sweet and sour scent of fruit and the pure fragrance of eggs, wafted towards me.

Mr. Li, who had been all smiles and ready to feast, froze the moment he smelled the aroma.

His eyes, bloodshot from years of staying up late, drinking, and socializing, were fixed on the seemingly ordinary home-cooked dish in front of him.

"This taste..."

Mr. Li's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

This aroma doesn't have the complex umami flavor that's artificially enhanced with concentrated bouillon, chicken essence, or expensive stock found in high-end restaurants.

It has only the purest tomato acidity, the purest egg aroma, and a hint of scallion flavor brought out by the hot oil.

It is extremely simple, yet extremely intense.

He picked up the spoon, and his hand trembled slightly.

He scooped up a spoonful of egg coated in rich, bright red tomato sauce, placed it on top of the glistening rice, took a deep breath, and shoved it into his mouth.

"chew……"

next second.

This tough guy from Northeast China is known for his decisive and efficient work style at the mine, and has even drawn his sword against competitors.

He froze in his chair.

"boom--!!!"

As his teeth clenched, the extreme sweet and sour flavor, amplified three hundred times by the purple-gold kitchenware, swept over all his taste buds in his mouth like a gentle tsunami!

The sweet and sour flavor of tomatoes, cooked to perfection, blends perfectly with the rich, natural milky aroma of free-range eggs.

There is not a trace of bitterness, not a trace of greasiness, only the purest and most ultimate taste of "home"!

But what truly broke him was not the unparalleled flavor.

Instead, as he swallowed the tomato and egg stir-fry, a picture that had been buried deep in his memory for forty years suddenly flashed through Boss Li's mind.

That was in Northeast China forty years ago, during a harsh winter when the mountains were covered in snow.

In the drafty mud-brick house, the seriously ill mother dragged her weak body and coughed violently in front of the stove.

That day was his tenth birthday.

The family was so poor that they couldn't even afford to cook. Despite her illness, my mother walked more than ten miles through the snow to the town to exchange the family's last savings for two frozen tomatoes and three eggs.

On that dilapidated earthen stove, his mother lit a fire and cooked a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes for him.

"Dayong, eat it while it's hot... Eat it and you'll grow tall and successful in the future..."

That was the last image his mother left him.

That dish was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in his life.