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

Lin Fan took it and looked at it.

A large, round blob was drawn on the white paper with orange and black crayons, topped with a crooked "王" (king) character on its head. To be honest, it looked more like a fat orange cat that had eaten too much.

But he didn't laugh. Instead, he examined it very carefully and nodded.

"Hmm, it's really well drawn. This tiger looks so majestic. You earned those two stars yourself, that's great."

Receiving her father's approval, Tuantuan smiled, revealing her two little tiger teeth, and hugged Lin Fan's neck, giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

"Tuan Tuan's dad".

A young female teacher wearing a light blue preschool uniform walked over, carrying a round water bottle in her hand.

Lin Fan stood up, held his daughter in his arms with one arm, and nodded politely.

"Teacher Zhang, thank you for your help today. It's your child's first day here; hopefully, they weren't upset?"

"No, no," Teacher Zhang said with a smile, waving her hand and looking at Tuantuan with genuine affection.

"Tuantuan is very well-behaved. She was a little shy when she first arrived in the morning, but she quickly became friends with the other children. She was also well-behaved at lunch, eating heartily without being picky at all."

"That's good." Lin Fan took the kettle and thanked him.

After exchanging a few brief pleasantries, Lin Fan, carrying his daughter, turned and walked towards the roadside.

The parents picking up their children in the surrounding area were all wealthy and influential, driving either Porsche Cayennes or Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars.

Lin Fan's Wuling Hongguang, parked next to the curb, did indeed stand out among this group of luxury cars.

A mother and son had just gotten into a BMW next to them. The little boy pointed at Lin Fan's car and exclaimed, "Mommy, that car is so big, it looks like a loaf of bread!"

The young mother quickly pressed her son's hand down, whispered something, then smiled apologetically at Lin Fan, closed the car window, and drove away.

There was no deliberate mockery or contempt; everyone here is a decent person, and at most, people just glance at each other a couple of times.

Lin Fan naturally didn't care about these things.

He opened the sliding door and put Tuantuan into the child safety seat.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Lin Fan closed the car door, walked back to the driver's seat, and asked as he started the car.

Tuantuan sat in the back row, her two short legs dangling in the air, and thought seriously for a moment: "I want to eat meat! The sweet kind!"

"Okay, let's go to the market first and buy some spare ribs. I'll make you sweet and sour spare ribs tonight."

The air conditioning compressor of the Wuling Hongguang emitted a slightly muffled "humming" sound, blowing out wisps of cool air. The car started smoothly and merged into the evening rush hour traffic.

Along the way, Tuantuan chattered away like a little chatterbox, reporting on all the exciting things that happened at the early childhood education center that day.

"Dad, today there was a little boy named Zhuangzhuang who was really bad at building blocks; they all collapsed..."

"We had shrimp for lunch, but it wasn't as good as Dad's cooking..."

"Teacher Zhang also taught us to sing, and I can sing a couple of lines now..."

Lin Fan gripped the steering wheel with both hands, glancing at his daughter, who was waving her arms and legs, in the rearview mirror every now and then. Occasionally, he would hum in agreement or ask her a question or two.

Outside the car window were the congested streets of Jiangcheng, with traffic lights flashing alternately and pedestrians hurrying along the roadside.

Inside the carriage, only the clear, childlike voice of a five-year-old girl could be heard.

Listening to his daughter's rambling, Lin Fan felt a weight lifted from his heart.

Back when she lived with the Su family, Tuantuan never lacked food or clothing, but she was always timid and shy, like a little rabbit that was easily frightened.

Looking at her vibrant and cheerful appearance now, Lin Fan knows that the tuition fee of 260,000 yuan for this year was well spent.

……

By the time I finished grocery shopping and returned home to Jinmao Mansion, it was already completely dark.

Wash your hands, cut the meat, and prepare the ingredients.

He didn't use any of the top-quality ingredients from the system farm today, nor did he use the set of purple-gold kitchen utensils.

It uses the most ordinary street ingredients and the most common iron pots and pans.

Although the top-quality ingredients and purple-gold kitchenware produced by the system made the food impeccable and extremely delicious.

But after eating so much, Lin Fan always felt that it lacked the roughness and warmth of ordinary days.

Heat oil in a wok, add rock sugar and stir-fry until caramelized.

As the ribs were stir-fried in the pan, a sizzling sound filled the kitchen with the aroma of soy sauce and vinegar.

After a while, Lin Fan lifted the lid and turned up the heat to reduce the sauce.

The thick, bright red sweet and sour sauce evenly coats the ribs, instantly enhancing the sweet and sour flavor.

"Tuantuan, wash your hands and get ready to eat." Lin Fan turned off the stove and put the ribs on a plate.

"Here you are!"

The little girl threw down her paintbrush, skipped to the bathroom, and stood on a small stool, carefully rubbing her palms and the backs of her hands.

The two, one big and one small, sat at the dining table.

Tuantuan grabbed a piece of pork rib with her hand and gnawed on it, her mouth full of sauce, her little face all greasy.

"Is it good?" Lin Fan picked up a piece of stir-fried bok choy and put it into her bowl.

"It's delicious! Daddy's cooking is the best!" Tuantuan answered indistinctly, her little mouth stuffed full.

Lin Fan took a tissue and casually wiped the soup off her chin, asking, "Did you drink water at school today?"

"I drank it all, two big glasses!"

"Yes, drink more water tomorrow too, don't just drink juice."

"Okay..."

The meal was eaten rather slowly and without many formalities, but it was all eaten very cleanly.

After finishing his meal, Lin Fan cleaned up the dishes.

When he dried his hands and came out of the kitchen, he found that Tuantuan had already fallen asleep on the sofa, clutching the "little tiger" drawing he had made during the day.

Lin Fan frowned slightly, a hint of doubt rising in his mind. Why has this little guy been so sleepy lately?

He had also observed the children of the same age as Tuantuan in the neighborhood downstairs. Those five-year-olds were like perpetual motion machines with excess energy, jumping around all day and refusing to sleep until their batteries were completely depleted.

Unlike Tuantuan, who gets sleepy very easily lately.

But Lin Fan didn't think too much about it. He suppressed his doubts, slowly walked over, gently took the drawing paper from her hand and placed it on the coffee table, then bent down and picked her up.

The five-year-old girl was not heavy; she was a soft, squishy bundle in my arms, and her even breathing carried a faint milky scent.

Put Tuantuan back on the bed in the bedroom and cover her with a light blanket.

Lin Fan stood by the bed for a while, then turned off the main light, leaving only a dim bedside nightlight, before quietly slipping out.

The living room fell silent.

Lin Fan walked to the window, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.

He rarely smokes; most of the time, he just holds the cigarette between his fingers, watching it flicker.

The night view of Jiangcheng is very prosperous. The streets downstairs are bustling with traffic, and the neon lights in the distance are bright.

Since activating the system at the Civil Affairs Bureau, only a little over a month has passed.

But this past month has felt like an unreal dream.