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

"Even if the sky falls, life goes on. Only when you're full can you have the strength to deal with the mess."

Lin Fan, carrying the plate, turned around, leaving Shen Man with only his back to him.

"If you feel uncomfortable eating at home, the doors of the Lin family shop are always open for you."

Listening to Lin Fan's simple yet insightful and inclusive words.

Shen Man sat blankly in the chair.

But it was this composure, this unhurried calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before her, that shattered all of Shen Man's anxiety and self-doubt.

She grabbed a tissue from the table and blew her nose forcefully.

"Who...who wants to eat here every day!"

Shen Man's eyes were red, but she still stubbornly muttered, though the despair she felt on the verge of collapse had completely vanished.

As she watched Lin Fan's busy figure in the kitchen, a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.

"But... your scrambled eggs with tomatoes is barely passable. Tomorrow... tomorrow save me a plate of boiled cabbage in clear broth! I need to make up for all the tears I shed today!"

"queue."

From the kitchen, Lin Fan uttered two words without turning his head.

"Lin Fan, you blockhead! I'm VIP card number 002, the Black Gold Card holder!!!"

Shen Man slammed her hand on the table in anger, but the gloom in her eyes had completely dissipated, and she regained her usual vivacity.

……

Outside the store.

Those Jiangcheng bigwigs, with red eyes and even tear stains on their faces, were standing in twos and threes under the sunlight on Jin Street, offering each other cigarettes, and no one was laughing at anyone else.

"Old Li, this tomato and egg stir-fry... is amazing."

Mr. Chen took a deep drag on his cigarette, his eyes still red. "I feel like all the pent-up frustrations of my life have been completely cleared up by this one dish."

"yes……"

Mining tycoon Boss Li stroked his bald head, tears still glistening in the corners of his eyes, yet his tone was calmer than ever before:

"I used to think that as long as I worked hard to make money, I could fill the emptiness in my heart. Today I realize that money can buy the most delicious food, but it can't buy peace of mind."

"This Master Lin... is truly a divine being."

The bigwigs turned to look at the not-so-spacious shop, their eyes no longer filled with the scrutiny that came with their status and position, but with an almost reverent awe.

It was possible to use the simplest home-cooked dish to make these people, who had developed hardened hearts in the business world, shed their pretenses and cry in public.

This is no longer about cooking skills.

This is the Way.

"Old Chen, let's go."

Mr. Li stubbed out his cigarette, threw it into the trash can, and stretched lazily.

"I think I've finally figured things out today. I'm going to cancel those social engagements this afternoon and go home to make dumplings with my wife and kids."

"Let's go together! I need to hurry up and book my plane ticket to go back to my hometown to see my grandfather this weekend."

On this sweltering midday.

A strange scene unfolded on Phoenix Golden Street.

A group of business tycoons, each worth hundreds of millions and usually walking with an air of authority, finished their meal with calm expressions and even a hint of relieved smiles. They patted each other on the shoulder, got into their luxury cars, and quietly drove away.

And in the shadows at the street corner.

Inside a black Mercedes-Benz van, a pair of eyes filled with jealousy were fixed on the "Lin Family Shop" signboard.

Liu Zhiyuan sat in the back seat of the car, holding a freshly completed investigation report in his hand.

Liu Zhiyuan gritted his teeth, looked at the background information about Lin Fan in his hand, and let out a cold laugh.

"How could a son-in-law who was kicked out of his home and a cook who didn't even go to college manage to cause such a commotion?"

"What divine cuisine? What soul-healing magic? It's nothing more than using shady methods, employing scarcity marketing and psychological manipulation!"

Liu Zhiyuan slammed the report onto the leather seat, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and a cold glint flashed behind the lenses.

"Shen Man, you'd rather eat this kind of street food than accept the perfect life I've planned for you?"

"Fine. Since you've elevated him to a god-like status, then I'll personally shatter this idol!"

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey? Is this Reporter Wang? I'm Liu Zhiyuan. I have an exclusive scoop on that recently viral 'Lin Family Shop,' it's guaranteed to make headlines."

"I will ruin his reputation."

……

Inside a highly secluded, upscale private club in the city center.

The air conditioning was on full blast, even giving off a slightly chilly feeling.

Liu Zhiyuan held a glass of iced Americano, coldly scrutinizing the slightly awkward-looking man sitting opposite him.

The man opposite me had a DSLR camera hanging around his neck; he was Wang Tao, the editor-in-chief of a local gossip media outlet in Jiangcheng.

"Mr. Liu, you said on the phone...you have some big news?" Wang Tao rubbed his hands together, his eyes revealing shrewdness and greed.

Those in their line of work love the kind of material provided by wealthy people.

Not only are they highly realistic, but they also tend to be very generous.

Without wasting any words, Liu Zhiyuan tossed a yellow file folder onto the black glass coffee table.

"Take a look." Liu Zhiyuan picked up his coffee and took a sip. "It's about that 'Lin Family Shop' that's all the rage right now."

Wang Tao's eyes lit up, and he eagerly tore open the file folder, pulling out a few pages of paper and several secretly taken photos.

He glanced at it quickly, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, and finally to an undisguised ecstasy.

"Is everything written here true?" Wang Tao swallowed hard and pointed to one of the pages of information.

"This 'Master Lin,' who's now being hailed as a god among Jiangcheng's wealthy circles, was actually a live-in son-in-law who lived off a woman? And after five years of marriage, he didn't even have a proper job; he was just a stay-at-home husband who did laundry and cooked?"

"Not only that."

Liu Zhiyuan put down his coffee cup, tapped his fingers lightly on the sofa armrest, and spoke with utter disdain:

"He was just kicked out of the house by Su Qing, the female president of the Su Group, and left with nothing."

"A gigolo who even his own wife looked down on, an unemployed man who had never received any professional culinary training, suddenly became a 'god-level chef' less than a month after his divorce, and even created miraculous healing effects."

Liu Zhiyuan sneered, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Wang Tao:

"Editor-in-Chief Wang, you're also in the media industry, do you think this makes sense?"

Wang Tao's mind was racing.

This isn't just illogical, this is absolutely huge news!

"Lin's Shop" is so popular in Jiangcheng now that so many people want to have a bite but can't even get in line.

The internet is full of praise for Lin Fan's skills.

If, at this moment, it were suddenly revealed that this "master chef" was actually a useless son-in-law who had been kicked out of a wealthy family, then this extreme contrast and the thrill of falling from grace would definitely ignite a massive online buzz!