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

After his mother passed away, he worked desperately in society, enduring hardship and bullying, until he finally earned more money than he could ever spend.

He had tasted all the delicacies of the world and dined at the world's finest restaurants, but he had never tasted a flavor that could bring him peace of mind again.

He thought he had long since become a cold-blooded, hardened person without tears.

until today.

It wasn't until that bite of scrambled eggs with tomatoes that all his hardened pretense was completely shattered.

Clang!

The spoon in Boss Li's hand fell onto the table with a crisp sound.

This burly, fleshy billionaire suddenly found his shoulders trembling violently in full view of everyone.

Then, a loud "Wow!"

Like a child who had lost his beloved toy and suffered all kinds of grievances, he burst into tears in the bustling little shop without any regard for his image!

"mom……"

A heart-wrenching cry erupted from the depths of his rough throat.

Tears welled up like a burst dam, streaming down his rough cheeks and landing on the solid wood table in front of him.

He wailed and cried, then frantically grabbed the spoon again and stuffed the tomato and egg stir-fry along with rice into his mouth, mouthful after mouthful.

Tears streamed down his face as he ate, his face covered in red juice. He even carefully picked up a single grain of rice that had fallen on the table and put it in his mouth, chewing and crying at the same time. He was utterly pathetic, yet also incredibly devout.

"Waaah... It's so delicious... It's so delicious... Mom... I miss you... Dayong has made something of himself, but why aren't you here anymore..."

This scene.

This completely stunned the other big bosses in the store who had just sat down, ready to watch the show.

The entire room fell silent!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their scalps tingling, at the burly Northeastern man crying like a baby.

What's going on?!

How could a mining tycoon, worth billions and known for his unyielding spirit, break down in tears in public after eating a simple 288-yuan tomato and egg stir-fry?!

Soon, the second and third servings of scrambled eggs with tomatoes were served.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Peach Blossom Spring shop became a large-scale "emotional dam breaking scene".

The usually aloof and dignified female executive in the financial industry took a bite, silently removed her frameless glasses, and buried her face in her hands on the table, sobbing uncontrollably.

Having spent over a decade navigating the financial world, she was long accustomed to the cutthroat competition and to measuring everything with cold, hard numbers.

But the moment she tasted that sweet and sour egg, her mind was instantly filled with memories of her rural hometown, thousands of miles away.

She remembered her childhood, and her grandmother who always saved the best for her while she herself could only eat rice with vegetable soup.

I remembered my grandmother standing in front of the earthen stove, her calloused hands serving her a steaming bowl of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"My dear girl, eat more eggs to nourish your brain and help you get into university..."

Her grandmother had passed away long ago, but she was able to get into a prestigious university as she wished and became a high-level executive with an annual salary of tens of millions.

But she will never again taste that bowl of food filled with love.

She didn't care that her exquisite makeup was ruined by crying; she just kept putting rice into her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

Mr. Chen, who was in the import and export trade, suddenly stopped eating.

His sharp eyes, which were usually so keen at the negotiating table, were now bloodshot.

He took out his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed the number of his elderly father, who lived far away in the countryside, a number he hadn't called in three years because he was "too busy with work."

The moment the call connected, hearing the aged yet joyful voice on the other end, Mr. Chen, a billionaire, choked up like a child who had done something wrong, and cried out in front of everyone in the room:

"Dad... how are you feeling? I'm sorry, your son is unfilial... I'll come home to see you this weekend..."

More than just family affection, this exquisite home-style dish, imbued with emotional resonance by Zijin kitchenware, is more like a sharp scalpel, ruthlessly dissecting the deepest and most painful softness buried in the hearts of these urban men and women.

Sitting by the window was Xu Zhou, the youngest CEO of a game company in Jiangcheng.

He brought a pretty young internet celebrity he had recently met to check in today.

The young internet celebrity was holding up her phone, coquettishly finding the perfect angle to take a selfie, while Xu Zhou casually scooped up a spoonful of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and put it in his mouth.

"boom!"

The moment he chewed, Xu Zhou was jolted.

That bittersweet, authentic flavor was like a lightning bolt, instantly shattering the seal on his memories!

Everything in front of him disappeared.

He felt as if he had returned to eight years ago, to that ten-square-meter basement rental room that never saw sunlight.

Back then, he was a penniless programmer who couldn't even afford instant noodles, and he stayed up all night coding every day.

And beside him was his first love, who had endured hardship with him and whose smile was as bright as a flower.

"Xu Zhou, today is your birthday! Look at the feast I made for you! Scrambled eggs with tomatoes! I added an extra spoonful of sugar, so when you become rich, we'll eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes and sugar every day!"

In my memory, Bai Lu was holding a chipped porcelain bowl, her fingers still covered in blisters from the cheap induction cooker, but her smile was so sweet and so unreserved.

Later, he really did become rich.

But in his pursuit of angel investment and to squeeze into high society, he lost the girl who had eyes for him during his busiest and most arrogant time.

Now, he can eat the finest Wagyu beef every day and casually buy bags worth hundreds of thousands of yuan for the internet celebrities around him.

But the girl who used to make him scrambled eggs with tomatoes is nowhere to be seen again.

Why...?

Xu Zhou stared intently at the plate in front of her, tears welling up in her eyes without warning.

"Mr. Xu, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" The young internet celebrity next to him was startled and quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe his tears.

"Don't touch me! Get away! Get away!!"

Xu Zhou shoved the internet celebrity aside, covered his face with his hands, and cried like a desperate, homeless dog in the bustling noodle shop.

He possessed the whole world, but he lost her, the purest version of himself, forever.

……

At another table not far from Xu Zhou sat a middle-aged couple dressed in very elegant attire.

They are a well-known model couple in Jiangcheng, Mr. Zhang, the chairman of a listed real estate company, and his wife.

But few people know that their marriage has long been a sham. After this meal, they will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau this afternoon to complete the divorce procedures, and the property division agreement has already been signed.

The two remained silent, the atmosphere as cold as ice.

Until that plate of "Spiritual Supreme Tomato Scrambled Eggs" was served.

The wife took a bite with a cold face, and the husband also took a bite absentmindedly.

Two seconds later.

The two of them looked up at each other at the same time.