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

She could clearly feel that the bag was much heavier today.

Even through the thick black canvas, the bottom of the bag exudes a heavy, scalding heat.

"Brother Lin, this..." Su Xiaoxiao looked down at the bottom of the bag, which was bulging. It was clearly cylindrical, like a large thermos.

She looked up, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Lin Fan was taking out his car keys, not even turning his head, his tone as if he were instructing someone on something utterly mundane:

"I accidentally chopped too much ingredient at lunchtime today and cooked an extra portion. In this hot weather, it would spoil if left in the shop overnight."

"Take this to the hospital and have it with your mother. If you two can't finish it..."

Lin Fan stopped what he was doing, turned his head, and looked at Su Xiaoxiao with his calm eyes, his tone still unhurried and indifferent:

"If you can't finish it... well, once you leave this restaurant, it's up to you. Just don't waste food."

After saying that, he didn't give Su Xiaoxiao any chance to ask further questions and pushed open the glass door.

"Lock the door. See you tomorrow morning."

"Splash—"

Lin Fan pulled the roller shutter door halfway down from the outside.

With the sound of the Wuling Hongguang engine starting up, the car quickly disappeared into the midday sun and traffic.

The shop returned to quiet.

All that remained was the faint sound of the air conditioner running overhead.

Su Xiaoxiao stood there blankly, holding the heavy bag in her hand.

She's not stupid; she spent two years in the army and had long since honed her ability to read people's expressions and moods.

Who is Lin Fan? He is a top chef who can control the amount of ingredients down to the gram and even chop scallions with perfect precision.

How could someone like that make such a basic mistake as "slipping through too many buttons"?

Moreover, the phrase "it's up to you" couldn't be clearer.

Su Xiaoxiao placed the takeout bag on the cashier's counter and unzipped it.

At the top were two transparent takeout containers, containing rice and two simple home-style stir-fries—her and her mother's lunch.

She took the two lunch boxes out.

At the very bottom of the bag, there was a very thick, brand-new stainless steel multi-layer insulated container.

Su Xiaoxiao's breath hitched.

She reached out, her fingertips trembling slightly, and gently pinched the lid of the thermos, tentatively unscrewing it through a tiny crack.

"laugh--"

A wisp of extremely warm white steam, trapped inside the bucket, squeezed out through the crack.

Along with the heat, comes a fragrance that is a blend of sweet and sour, mellow and mild, with a strong "homey" scent.

There is no suspense.

It's that dish that countless people have been longing for—【The Ultimate Tomato Scrambled Eggs】.

Moreover, judging from the weight of this insulated container, the amount inside is definitely much more than the 288 yuan serving sold in the store!

Su Xiaoxiao quickly tightened the lid again, afraid that even a little bit of the aroma and heat would escape.

She stood quietly in front of the cashier, her eyes suddenly reddening. Her nose stung, and her vision blurred.

"Brother Lin..."

Su Xiaoxiao stared at the spot where Lin Fan had disappeared, sniffed, and forcefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but couldn't help but smile.

"What a stubborn and soft-hearted man."

She didn't waste another second.

Reassemble the thermos, zip it up tightly, and quickly turn off the water and electricity in the store.

"Splash!"

She pulled the roller shutter all the way down, locked it, and ran quickly toward the nearest subway station.

……

the other side.

Lin Fan's car came to a smooth stop in front of a high-end early childhood education center called "Starry Sky International".

After turning off the engine, Lin Fan lowered the car window slightly, letting the afternoon breeze blow in.

Looking at the gate in the distance, decorated with childlike whimsy and with extremely tight security, a sense of relief appeared in his eyes.

In fact, Lin Fan had already made up his mind two days ago.

The store's business is booming, attracting all sorts of people.

Even with Su Xiaoxiao helping to look after her, it's still not a good idea to let a five-year-old girl spend all day in a restaurant filled with fumes and noise.

She needs playmates her own age, she needs normal childhood social interaction, not sitting with him behind the cashier every day.

So yesterday afternoon, Lin Fan took some time to make a trip and finalized his choice of this private bilingual early education center, which boasts the best teachers and top-notch security in the entire Jiangcheng city.

Lin Fan paid the tuition of 260,000 yuan a year without even blinking and swiped his card to pay it in full.

For him now, as long as his daughter is happy and safe, money is just a number.

It happened at 8:30 this morning.

After buying tomatoes at the market and returning to the store, he took advantage of the break before the opening and personally drove Tuantuan over.

Today is the little girl's first official "school" day.

Lin Fan had expected her to cry and be reluctant to part with him, and was even prepared to spend half an hour comforting her at the school gate.

Unexpectedly, Tuantuan, carrying a new water bottle printed with Strawberry Bear, clutched his clothes tightly with his little hands, but when he saw the children building blocks in the classroom, he bravely let go and followed the gentle preschool teacher inside.

Just before going inside, the little girl turned back several times to wave at him, saying, "Daddy, come pick Tuantuan up early!"

At that moment, Lin Fan stood outside the one-way glass for a long time, until he was sure that his daughter was not crying, but instead sharing the stickers in her hand with a little girl with pigtails, before he was completely relieved.

"Ring ring—"

At 3:30 p.m. sharp, the bell rang to signal the end of the day at the early childhood education center.

A few minutes later, the glass door was pushed open, and a group of little ones dressed in matching cute school uniforms came out chattering, led by their parents.

Among the uniform array of luxury cars like Porsches and Alphards used for chauffeured transport, Lin Fan's dusty gray Wuling Hongguang stood out starkly, but he nonchalantly pushed open the door and strode over.

"dad!"

In the crowd, Tuantuan spotted that familiar and tall figure at a glance.

Today, the little girl was wearing denim overalls, holding a piece of drawing paper in her hand. Like a happy little cannonball, she broke free from the teacher's hand and ran over with her short legs.

Lin Fan smiled, squatted down, opened his arms, and steadily caught his daughter who rushed towards him, then picked her up in his arms.

"Slow down, have you been listening to your teacher?"

"Yes! Tuantuan is very well-behaved!"

Tuantuan proudly puffed out her little chest, proudly holding up the drawing paper in her hand to Lin Fan like a treasure, her eyes shining like two little stars:

"Dad, look! The teacher said my drawing of the little tiger is the best! She even gave me two little gold stars as stickers!"