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

The president of the prestigious Su Group, whose ex-husband is thriving after leaving her, even getting entangled with top socialites—this will undoubtedly become the biggest laughing stock in her entire high society circle!

Su Qing strode to the bedside, picked up the internal hotline, and dialed the number of her assistant in the next room.

The phone rang once and was answered.

"Mr. Su, what can I do for you so late?" The assistant's voice came immediately, tinged with nervousness.

"Book me the earliest flight to Jiangcheng tomorrow! Immediately!"

Su Qing's voice was terrifyingly stern, carrying an air of ruthless killing intent:

"I need the fastest flight! Whether it's a connecting flight or a charter, I have to land in Wuhan before tomorrow night!"

"Yes, Mr. Su! I'll take care of it right away!" The assistant was startled and quickly agreed. "But... the formal signing ceremony tomorrow..."

"I will attend the signing ceremony in person, sign the papers, and leave immediately, without wasting a single second!"

Su Qing coldly gave the order, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth:

"Also, contact Chief Attorney Zhang in the company's legal department immediately."

"Have him prepare the custody change lawsuit he prepared beforehand! Then contact the best child psychology expert in Jiangcheng and a familiar media reporter."

"I'm going straight to that shabby shop the moment I land back in China!"

"Yes!" The assistant didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly hung up the phone to carry out the order.

The room fell silent again.

Su Qing walked to the French windows and looked out at the deep, dark night sky and the falling snowflakes.

The anger that had subsided was now burning fiercely in her chest, almost threatening to devour her reason.

Lin Fan, do you think you can turn your life around by relying on some tricks and swindles to open a small restaurant on the street?

Does that prove that my initial decision was wrong?

Naive! Foolish!

Since you're so shameless and insist on challenging my bottom line, you're determined to trample on my dignity.

This time when I return to China, I'm going to show you what true capitalist dominance really means! What the insurmountable chasm between social classes is!

I want to tear off your hypocritical disguise in front of everyone.

I'm going to let you see for yourself how your shop will close down.

I also want you to know that if Tuantuan follows you, she will only suffer like a beggar. Only by following me, Su Qing, will she have a future!

The night wind rattled against the glass window, making a mournful sound.

Su Qing's eyes were icy cold, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

"Lin Fan, your good days are over."

……

The sky over Jiangcheng was just beginning to lighten, and the morning mist had not yet completely dissipated.

Lin Fan opened his eyes on time. He didn't have the habit of staying in bed, so he threw off the covers, got out of bed, and tiptoed to the window to pull back the curtains a little.

Looking back, I saw that Tuantuan was still sleeping soundly on the big bed, one foot sticking out of the blanket, her little mouth slightly open, her breathing steady and long.

Lin Fan walked over, tucked her feet back under the covers, and then turned and went into the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, he went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

He doesn't plan to do anything too complicated today.

Last night in the farm space, the soy sauce and aged vinegar produced by the [Traditional Brewing Workshop] were ready.

With a thought, Lin Fan retrieved a small bottle of newly brewed spiritual soy sauce from the system's inventory.

Once the stopper was removed, a very pure aroma of soy sauce wafted out.

It doesn't have the pungent smell of artificially added amino acids found in other products; instead, it has the rich, grainy aroma that comes from the long fermentation of soybeans and wheat.

It has a subtle, slightly sweet aftertaste.

Lin Fan took a clean white porcelain bowl.

A small spoonful of spiritual soy sauce was poured into the bottom of the bowl, along with half a spoonful of lard rendered from farm-raised black mountain pigs, and then a pinch of finely chopped green onions was sprinkled on top.

Bring water to a boil in a pot.

After the water boiled, I grabbed a handful of handmade high-gluten noodles and put them into the pot.

The noodles were briefly tossed in the boiling water until just cooked through. Lin Fan scooped up a spoonful of the scalding hot noodle soup with a large ladle and poured it directly into a white porcelain bowl containing the pre-mixed base.

"Sizzle—"

Boiling broth is poured over lard and soy sauce, and a rich, comforting aroma instantly fills the kitchen.

Use a slotted spoon to scoop out the noodles, fold them, and put them into the clear soup.

A simple bowl of plain noodles is ready.

No broth, no complicated toppings, just pure wheat and soy sauce flavor.

Lin Fan placed the noodles on the dining table and went to the bedroom to call Tuantuan.

"Tuantuan, get up and eat." Lin Fan gently patted his daughter's shoulder.

The little girl rubbed her eyes, groggily sat up, and her first words were, "Daddy, it smells so good..."

"Go wash your face and brush your teeth, the noodles are getting soggy."

Five minutes later, Tuantuan sat in a high chair, holding a small fork, and blew on the plain noodles in front of her.

She picked up a few noodles and put them in her mouth.

After chewing a couple of times, Tuantuan's eyes lit up immediately.

"Dad, these noodles are sweet! And the soup is delicious too!"

The little girl was used to eating the big, meaty dishes Lin Fan made, so she shouldn't have much interest in this kind of bland, watery food.

But today, she ate this bowl of noodles without even lifting her head.

The savory sweetness of the soy sauce, combined with the smoothness of the lard, perfectly whetted the appetite of a child who hadn't fully woken up in the morning.

Lin Fan sat opposite him and ate a bowl himself.

As he took a bite of the noodles, his brow relaxed slightly.

It's definitely different. The noodles before were chewy, but the base flavor always lacked that slight smoothness.

The new Lingqi soy sauce perfectly complements the aroma of the flour, leaving your mouth feeling clean and refreshed after eating, without any dryness.

The upgrade of the basic seasonings has elevated this most ordinary bowl of plain noodles to a whole new level.

After breakfast, Lin Fan changed Tuantuan's clothes and put her little backpack on.

I drove my Wuling Hongguang minivan and took my daughter to the Xingkong International Early Education Center.

Watching Tuantuan follow the teacher into the gate, Lin Fan sat in the car for a while before turning the car around and driving towards Phoenix Golden Street.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Outside the Lin family shop, a familiar long queue had already formed.

Although it's already autumn, the morning sun is still quite hot.

Su Xiaoxiao arrived very early today. She was wiping the benches in the waiting area outside the door with a rag.

Seeing the Wuling Hongguang parked on the side of the road, she quickly put away the rag and went to greet it.

"Good morning, Brother Lin."

"How was school yesterday?" Lin Fan asked casually as he opened the trunk and unloaded plastic baskets full of vegetables.

Su Xiaoxiao stepped forward to help carry the things, her eyes sparkling: "Brother Lin, you have no idea how crazy the dormitory building was last night. All that pulp was distributed in less than ten minutes after we got it back."

"The girls who didn't manage to get a reservation surrounded me in the hallway, insisting that I pay to reserve it first. My notebook was full of notes, and I collected over 106,000 in full."

Lin Fan nodded calmly: "Keep the money safe, just ship the goods according to the order."

"Understood." Su Xiaoxiao followed him into the store.

"Brother Lin, we've been keeping supplies so limited these past few days, and some people in the group are even willing to pay double the price for a spot. Aren't we going to increase production?"