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

The crispness of the cucumber and the slight spiciness of the scallions perfectly balance the oiliness of the duck skin, creating a perfect flavor profile. After eating, you won't feel greasy at all; instead, it will whet your appetite.

"Delicious! It's fucking delicious!"

The man mumbled something and swallowed what was in his mouth in a few gulps. He couldn't stop and immediately reached for the second pancake.

His companion, sitting opposite him, was also eating with a flushed face, completely disregarding his usual refined image, and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"This sweet bean sauce is absolutely perfect; it's not cloyingly sweet, and it brings out the full flavor of the duck. It was definitely worth the 1888!"

The entire restaurant was filled with the aroma of roast duck and the sounds of diners chewing.

Everyone was focused on the food in front of them, and apart from the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, no one spoke in the hall.

Just then.

"squeak--"

A sudden screech of brakes broke the tranquility of the street outside the store.

A dark green SUV with military license plates was parked steadily outside the Lin family's shop.

The car door was pushed open.

A tall, casually dressed man with a buzz cut strode down the street.

He had a buzz cut and his skin had a bronze tan from years of exposure to the sun and wind.

Although he was only wearing a simple black short-sleeved shirt and trousers, his back was straight, he walked with a swagger, and his whole body exuded an undeniable iron-blooded aura.

It was Yan Feng.

His eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night at the hospital for several days in a row, and there was a deep weariness in his eyes, but his steps were still firm and powerful.

He ignored the luxury cars parked on the roadside outside and the queue waiting outside, and strode straight into Lin's shop.

"Sir, please go outside and queue up to get a number."

Seeing that someone was breaking the rules and barging in, Su Xiaoxiao immediately stepped forward and blocked Yan Feng's way.

Yan Feng stopped in his tracks. He wasn't angry, nor did he try to force his way in.

His gaze passed over Su Xiaoxiao and landed directly on Lin Fan, who was slicing a duck in the open kitchen.

"I'm not eating. I'm looking for Boss Lin."

Yan Feng's voice was low and hoarse, revealing a hint of fatigue.

The man in the suit sitting by the window turned his head and glanced at the food, then stopped eating.

Having been in the business world for so many years, he could tell at a glance that this person's aura was off. It was the oppressive feeling of a real soldier who had seen blood, and it was definitely not that of an ordinary troublemaker.

He put down the half duck roll in his hand, silently took out a tissue to wipe his hands clean, stared warily at them, and leaned forward slightly, ready to get up at any moment.

Yan Feng bypassed Su Xiaoxiao and walked to the glass partition in the kitchen.

He suddenly brought his legs together, his military boots making a soft "snap" sound on the terrazzo floor.

Standing ramrod straight, like a javelin held in place.

In the kitchen, Lin Fan's cleaver never stopped.

The knife sliced ​​through the duck skin with a crisp "snap." Evenly sliced ​​pieces of duck meat landed neatly on the plate.

Lin Fan merely raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Yan Feng.

"What's up?"

Yan Feng took a deep breath.

Without any warning, he bowed deeply to Lin Fan, giving a perfect 90-degree bow.

This move was very sudden.

The store fell silent instantly.

All the diners who were eating stopped eating and stared in astonishment at the man with a stiff posture and intimidating aura.

Yan Feng straightened up, his eyes red-rimmed.

His voice trembled slightly, revealing an undisguised excitement:

"My name is Yan Feng."

"The veteran who ate your bowl of lotus root starch in the ICU of the First Municipal Hospital last night was my grandfather."

Upon hearing this, several well-informed business owners in the hall exchanged glances, a hint of shock flashing in their eyes.

The First Municipal Hospital, a veteran, surnamed Yan.

The only person in Jiangcheng who deserves this kind of treatment is that retired senior leader.

Yan Feng looked at Lin Fan and continued:

"The doctor said that my grandfather's stomach spasms have completely stopped. His vital signs are stable, and this morning he even opened his eyes and said he was hungry and wanted to drink another bowl of that sweet porridge."

"Your bowl of medicinal food pulled my grandfather back from the brink of death."

Yan Feng's hands were pressed tightly against the sides of his trouser seams, his voice hoarse:

"I came here today specifically to express my gratitude."

After saying that, Yan Feng took out a dark green bank card from his trouser pocket.

He held the bank card by both ends with his hands and respectfully placed it on the stainless steel table at the food serving window.

"There are ten million here."

Yan Feng looked into Lin Fan's eyes and added, "This is a small token of our appreciation from the Yan family. Please accept it, Mr. Lin."

Ten million.

The surrounding diners gasped. The fact that this person casually pulled out ten million as a thank-you gift speaks volumes about his background and wealth.

Lin Fan placed the last piece of duck meat onto the plate.

He put down the slicing knife, picked up a clean white towel, and slowly wiped the grease off his fingers.

After doing all this, Lin Fan raised his head and looked calmly at Yan Feng.

He reached out and slowly pushed the bank card back.

"I spoke with Dean Li about it yesterday."

Lin Fan said indifferently, "That bowl of lotus root starch is on me treating an old soldier who defended our country. I won't take the money."

"Take it back."

Yan Feng stood still, without reaching out to take the card.

His jaw tightened, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "Mr. Lin, my Yan family owes you a life. If you don't accept this money, I, Yan Feng, will never have peace of mind for the rest of my life."

That's your problem, not mine.

Lin Fan draped the towel he had used to dry his hands over the sink, then picked up the plated roast duck and handed it to Su Xiaoxiao.

He looked at Yan Feng, his tone leaving no room for compromise:

"I run a restaurant, not a clinic."

Lin Fan pointed to the door: "If you want to thank me, you've already conveyed your message, and I've accepted it."

"If you want to eat, go outside and get a number, then queue up outside. If you don't want to eat, don't stand here blocking my way for serving food."

Yan Feng looked into Lin Fan's calm and unwavering eyes.

Having served in the military for many years and seen countless people, he could tell that when this person said he wouldn't accept the job, he meant he absolutely wouldn't.

The integrity and principles of such a reclusive sage cannot be measured by money. Continuing to pester him with money would only be an insult.

Yan Feng didn't waste any more words.

He reached out, silently took the bank card back, and put it back in his pocket.

He took a large step back, increasing the distance between himself and the control panel.

Then, Yan Feng raised his right hand and gave Lin Fan behind the glass window an extremely solemn and perfectly standard military salute.

"Mr. Lin's noble sentiments have been noted by Yan Feng."

Yan Feng lowered his hand, his voice loud and clear: "From now on, in Jiangcheng, anyone who dares to cause you trouble is causing trouble for me, Yan Feng."

After saying this, Yan Feng turned around.

He glanced at Su Xiaoxiao standing to the side, and the hard lines on his face softened slightly.

"Hello, could you please give me a number?"

Yan Feng took out his phone from his pocket. "I want to buy a roast duck and take it back for my grandfather to try."