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

Su Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment. The man's aura was too strong, and she didn't react for a while.

Upon hearing that he wanted to buy roast duck, Su Xiaoxiao quickly glanced at the notebook in her hand and said apologetically:

"Sir, I'm sorry. All twenty roast ducks for today have just been sold out."

Yan Feng stopped moving, his brows furrowing slightly.

He glanced at the diners in the hall who were heartily enjoying roast duck, then turned to look at Lin Fan:

"Boss Lin, could you make an exception and make only half a chicken? My grandfather just woke up and wants something flavorful."

Lin Fan shook his head: "It's limited every day, and we'll stop when it's sold out. Besides, your grandfather just had stomach surgery, and even though his condition is stable now, he absolutely cannot eat this kind of greasy barbecue."

After listening, Yan Feng's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he also understood that Lin Fan was right.

He nodded and put his phone away.

"I understand. I'll come earlier to queue up tomorrow."

Yan Feng nodded slightly to Lin Fan again, then turned and strode out of the Lin family shop. He got into the SUV and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

After Yan Feng left, the atmosphere in the store gradually returned to its previous lively state.

The diners whispered among themselves, discussing what had just happened, but their gazes toward Lin Fan held even greater reverence.

Ten million! He refused it without even blinking. Just who is this Boss Lin?

……

Inside the SUV, it was so quiet that the only sound was the deep rumble of the engine.

Yan Feng gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. On the passenger seat, the returned dark green bank card lay quietly.

Ten million is an astronomical figure that ordinary people could not earn in several lifetimes, but in the eyes of that young restaurant owner, it seemed to be just a useless plastic card.

Recalling Lin Fan's calm, unwavering eyes in the store just now, Yan Feng felt a surge of complex emotions.

He was really anxious at that moment. His grandfather had been lying in the intensive care unit for so long, and when he finally woke up and said he was hungry, he wanted to give the old man the best things in the world.

When he heard that his grandfather wanted something flavorful, the first thing that came to his mind was the fragrant roast duck from Lin Fan's shop.

But he did ignore the most basic medical common sense.

How could an elderly person who has just undergone major stomach surgery and has severe esophageal ulcers possibly digest that kind of greasy barbecue?

If someone were to actually eat it, it would likely cause massive bleeding on the spot.

"I was too impatient," Yan Feng muttered to himself, taking a deep breath.

Lin Fan's cold refusal not only followed the store's rules, but also indirectly saved his grandfather once again.

The car sped along and soon arrived at the Jiangcheng Military Region General Hospital.

Yan Feng strode across the corridor and pushed open the door to the intensive care unit.

In the ward, the pungent smell of disinfectant seemed to have faded a bit.

Dean Li Zhenhua and several military doctors were gathered around the hospital bed, looking down at the test reports in their hands. The expressions on their faces were no longer the despair and solemnity of yesterday, but rather a hint of unbelievable relaxation.

On the hospital bed, the old commander Yan leaned against the soft cushion at the head of the bed.

Although the old man was still very thin and his face was a bit ashen, his breathing had become much more steady, and there was even a glimmer of light in the depths of his eyes.

Hearing the door open, Old Yan turned his head and looked at his grandson who walked in. His withered lips moved slightly.

"Xiao Feng is back."

Yan Feng walked quickly to the bedside, grasped his grandfather's slightly cool hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I couldn't buy any."

"Didn't manage to buy any?" Old Yan raised an eyebrow. "That shop is so popular, even you couldn't buy any?"

Li Zhenhua, standing to the side, also turned his head curiously.

He knew Yan Feng's temperament.

Logically speaking, even if the roast ducks are sold out, you could still pay the owner to prepare a special special meal for them.

Yan Feng shook his head, placed the bank card on the bedside table, and truthfully reported to his supervisor:

"When I went there, the roast duck had just sold out. I offered to pay Mr. Lin to make half a duck again, but he refused."

Yan Feng paused, looked into his grandfather's eyes, and continued:

"Moreover, Boss Lin said that you just had stomach surgery, and even though your condition is stable now, you absolutely cannot eat this kind of greasy barbecue."

The ward was quiet for a few seconds.

The military doctors exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

Although this restaurant owner has a lot more common sense and a clearer sense of right and wrong than the average person.

After hearing this, Old Yan was stunned for a moment, then his chest trembled slightly, and he actually let out a low laugh.

"Okay, okay."

The old man gripped Yan Feng's hand tightly, his eyes filled with admiration: "This young man has backbone and principles. He even knows to think of my old life."

"He said yesterday that the bowl of lotus root starch was for me. And today he's making an exception for me again, even though it's not about money." Old Yan sighed, "Our Yan family owes him a huge debt of gratitude."

Yan Feng straightened up and said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, don't worry, I've got it in mind. From now on in Jiangcheng, anyone who dares to touch him will have to get past me first."

Li Zhenhua chimed in from the side, "Old Chief, although your stomach has been soothed by that medicinal meal, it's still in the recovery period. Once your indicators are more stable in a few days, I'll personally go to Master Lin and shamelessly ask him to make you some gentle liquid food."

Old Yan nodded, slowly closed his eyes to rest, but a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

……

At the same time.

Phoenix Golden Street, Lin Family Shop.

The lunch rush has completely ended. Twenty roast ducks, five hundred bowls of beef brisket noodles, and three hundred servings of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and other staple foods were all devoured by the enthusiastic diners in just two or three hours.

Su Xiaoxiao hung the "Sold Out Today" sign outside the door and pulled down the roller shutter.

The shop quieted down.

Lin Fan came out of the kitchen, took off his apron and draped it over the back of a chair. He walked to the sink, washed his face, and shook the water off his hands.

"Brother Lin, the accounts for today are settled."

Su Xiaoxiao walked over with a calculator, glanced at the numbers on the screen, and couldn't help but swallow hard. "With the income from the roast duck, today's lunch revenue has reached a new high."

Hundreds of thousands a day. This is just the daily turnover of a small shop of only a little over 100 square meters.

Lin Fan glanced at the numbers and nodded calmly.

"As long as the accounts are correct." Lin Fan glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 2 PM. "It's about time. You should go back to school soon."

Su Xiaoxiao slapped her forehead and quickly ran under the cashier, dragging out a heavy black canvas bag.

Inside were fifty jars of concentrated [Iced Jade Plum Juice] that Lin Fan had brewed and bottled last night in the farm space using the Tiangongfang workshop.

"Brother Lin, I'm heading back to school now. All the girls in the dorm group chat are urging me to take these fifty cans back; they'll probably be gone in less than ten minutes."

Su Xiaoxiao slung her canvas bag over her shoulder, full of energy.

Lin Fan poured himself a glass of water, drank it, and then said, "Be careful on the road."

"Got it, Brother Lin!" Su Xiaoxiao pushed open the door and quickly walked into the sweltering street outside.