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

Thinking back to yesterday's meal made him cry away half a lifetime of grievances.

In particular, he didn't suffer from insomnia after returning home last night, and slept soundly until dawn, even breaking his long-standing habit of taking sleeping pills.

He was determined to get this breakfast today.

Chairman Chen followed closely behind and ordered a bowl of Supreme Clear Broth Beef Brisket Noodles.

Others also placed their orders in an orderly fashion.

Lin Fan went into the kitchen, took out a wok, and heated the oil.

As the first spoonful of golden egg liquid was poured into the purple-gold Bagua wok.

"Sizzle—"

A very faint yet crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, the exquisite aroma, which had been locked in and purified three hundred times by the purple-gold cookware, began to swirl and condense above the surface of the pot.

Less than five minutes.

When Su Xiaoxiao carried the first serving of "Spiritual Supreme Tomato Scrambled Eggs" and a bowl of "Supreme Clear Broth Beef Brisket Noodles" out of the serving area.

The entire front hall of "Lin's Shop" fell silent instantly.

The silence wasn't because no one was talking, but because everyone's attention was completely captivated by the wafting aroma.

The rich and deep flavor of beef bone broth, the sweet and sour aroma of tomatoes, the creamy richness of free-range eggs...

These flavors intertwined, like gentle hands, softly soothing the weariness and restlessness that these people had picked up in the world of fame and fortune.

Li Dayong looked at the scrambled eggs with tomatoes placed in front of him, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

Unlike yesterday, he didn't lose control of his emotions. Instead, he slowly scooped up a spoonful of egg coated in rich red sauce, placed it on top of the rice, and put it in his mouth.

Close your eyes.

Chew slowly.

Sour, sweet, fresh, and fragrant.

All the flavors bloom perfectly in your mouth, without a single impurity.

At that moment, he seemed to see again the scene from his memory: his mother standing in front of the stove, smiling as she watched him eat in the drafty mud house.

A wave of indescribable warmth and peace of mind washed over me.

"call……"

Li Dayong let out a long breath, his eyes slightly moist, but his face was filled with an extremely satisfied smile.

"This is the taste... It's fucking delicious..."

He lowered his head and began to eat heartily, taking each bite very seriously, not wanting to waste a single grain of rice.

Mr. Chen, who was sitting next to him, also picked up a mouthful of beef brisket noodles.

The noodles are chewy and springy; the beef is tender and melts in your mouth.

The amber-colored broth slid into my stomach, bringing a refreshing and comfortable feeling.

He put down his chopsticks, took out his phone, and sent a message to his secretary:

All morning meetings have been postponed to the afternoon. Please book two high-speed rail tickets for me to go back to my hometown this weekend.

After sending the message, he put his phone on silent and placed it face down on the table, focusing intently on the bowl of noodles in front of him.

At this moment, in this small shop that isn't very spacious.

No one discusses the ups and downs of the stock market, and no one calculates the tens of millions of dollars in contracts.

Only the purest sounds of chewing and swallowing.

The most authentic power of food is fully displayed here.

Unsurprisingly, the morning business hours were spent in a frenzy of food lovers.

……

The morning peak lasted for a full three hours.

During this time, many people were drawn to the spectacle by the negative information circulating online.

But when they saw the row of luxury cars parked in front of the store, the big shots queuing up properly, and smelled the indescribable aroma wafting from the store, all their doubts were swallowed back, and they silently joined the last part of the queue.

Scandalous allegations? Publicity stunt?

If your nose isn't damaged and you're not an idiot, stand here and smell it for ten minutes, and you'll realize how ridiculous those press releases online are.

12:30 PM.

"Sorry everyone, we've sold out of ingredients for today and are closing now. Please come back tomorrow."

Su Xiaoxiao hung a small wooden sign outside the door and bowed apologetically to the dozens of diners still queuing outside.

Amidst sighs of regret and frustration, the crowd gradually dispersed.

The roller shutter slowly rolled down, blocking out the blazing autumn sun.

"Brother Lin, the sales figures for this morning are in."

Su Xiaoxiao sat behind the cashier, pressing the calculator and looking at the numbers on it, and couldn't help but gasp.

She looked up, her eyes filled with shock:

"My goodness, Brother Lin, our revenue in just half a day is more than those big restaurants make in a month!"

Lin Fan came out of the kitchen. He had changed out of his chef's uniform and was wearing a simple white T-shirt.

After a morning of intense cooking, even with the help of Zijin kitchenware, I still felt quite exhausted.

However, the sense of accomplishment from seeing the small shop I built with my own hands get on track is irreplaceable.

"You've worked hard, Xiaoxiao. What would you like to eat for lunch? I'll make it for you." Lin Fan walked to the bar, poured two glasses of warm water, and handed one to Su Xiaoxiao.

"I'm not a picky eater, everything Brother Lin makes is delicious!" Su Xiaoxiao took the water glass, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile.

Since starting work at the store, not only has her mother's surgery expenses been covered, but she can also enjoy the staff meals personally prepared by Lin Fan every day. It's like living in paradise.

Lin Fan nodded, preparing to turn around and go back to the kitchen to prepare some simple home-cooked dishes.

Just then, a very faint, tentative knocking sound came from outside the quiet shop.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Lin Fan frowned slightly.

Once a "sold out" sign is displayed, regular customers know the rules and won't knock on the door to disturb them.

"Xiaoxiao, go see who it is. If they're still in line and haven't gotten any food, apologize and tell them to come back tomorrow."

Su Xiaoxiao put down her water glass, walked quickly to the door, pushed the roller shutter up a little, and peeked out.

Standing outside the door was a woman who looked to be in her early thirties.

She was wearing a slightly faded sun protection outfit from a food delivery platform, a safety helmet on her head, and her hair at her temples was soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to her cheeks.

She was clutching a somewhat worn-out thermos tightly in her hand.

Seeing Su Xiaoxiao peek out, the woman seemed a little flustered, her eyes revealing a deep weariness and anxiety.

"Um... I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

The woman's voice was a little hoarse. She rubbed her hands nervously and asked cautiously:

"Excuse me... is Mr. Lin here? I... I'd like to buy one of those... scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"I'm so sorry, ma'am, we're completely sold out of ingredients and we're closed for today. If you'd like to eat here, please come early tomorrow to queue up," Su Xiaoxiao explained politely.

Upon hearing the words "sold out," the woman's eyes instantly dimmed, her shoulders slumped slightly, as if some kind of strength supporting her had suddenly been drained away.

"Sold out..."

The woman muttered something to herself, looked down at the old thermos she was clutching tightly in her hand, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips.