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

At the top of the list are still Li Dayong and Chairman Chen, who remain unchanged.

The two were dressed quite casually today, and after entering, they skillfully sat down in their usual spot by the window.

"Assistant Su, the usual. One bowl of chicken and mushroom oil noodles, and one roast duck," Li Dayong shouted loudly as he scanned the QR code to pay.

Mr. Chen sat opposite him and also ordered a bowl of beef brisket noodles.

After ordering, the two leaned back in their chairs and chatted.

"Old Chen, did you watch the news last night?" Li Dayong lowered his voice and gestured towards the TV.

"The Su Group has secured $100 million in funding in Europe. That female CEO, Su Qing, is riding high."

Chairman Chen adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone indifferent:

"I've seen it. One hundred million US dollars is indeed a huge sum of money in Jiangcheng. With this money, the listing of the Su Group is basically a sure thing."

"However..." Chairman Chen picked up the glass of water on the table, took a sip, and shook his head.

"No matter how well you manage capital, it's just numbers on paper. It's not the same path as us who run real businesses. I heard that woman is very ruthless and has offended quite a few people."

Li Dayong snorted: "Whether her methods are tough or not, it's none of our business. I only care if Master Lin's noodles will let me eat a few more bites today."

In the kitchen.

Lin Fan stood in front of the roaring stove, listening to the conversation outside, his expression unchanged.

A hundred million US dollars in financing would certainly be enough for Su Qing to roam freely in Jiangcheng's business world. But in this kitchen, that money is less tangible than the water bubbling in the pot.

The water has boiled.

Lin Fan grabbed a handful of ice spring noodles and put them into the pot. After the noodles were cooked through in the boiling water, he quickly took them out, rinsed them in cold water, reheated them, drained them, and put them into a blue and white porcelain bowl.

He picked up a small spoon, scooped a spoonful of golden-yellow chicken mushroom oil with dried, fragrant mycelium from the sealed jar, and poured it evenly over the snow-white noodles.

Finally, Lin Fan picked up the condiment jar filled with fresh soy sauce.

This is the spirit soy sauce that was just taken from the farm's traditional brewery last night.

Slightly tilt your wrist.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

Dark brown soy sauce dripped onto the noodles.

The moment the soy sauce came into contact with the hot noodles, the already overpowering aroma of the termite mushroom underwent a qualitative change.

If the aroma of the previous noodles was direct and forceful, it would waft straight into your nose. But today's aroma is richer and more mellow.

This pure fermented soybean and wheat aroma completely envelops the richness of the lard, leaving only a lingering, clear, and sweet flavor.

"Table number one, chicken and mushroom oil noodles, served."

Su Xiaoxiao carried the tray and placed the noodles in front of Li Dayong.

Then he turned around and brought back a bowl of Supreme Beef Brisket Noodles, placing it on Chairman Chen's table.

Li Dayong eagerly picked up his chopsticks and skillfully mixed the noodles.

Without thinking twice, he picked up a large chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Slurp."

Noodle entrance.

Li Dayong chewed twice, then suddenly stopped.

He frowned, carefully savoring the taste in his mouth.

Seeing his expression, Chairman Chen, sitting opposite him, asked curiously, "What's wrong, Lao Li? Did the dough get soggy?"

Li Dayong didn't say anything. He lowered his head and took another big bite, then closed his eyes and savored it.

After a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the bottom of the bowl, and let out a long exclamation.

"Old Chen... something's not right with this."

"Something's not right?"

Li Dayong swallowed the noodles in his mouth, pointed to the bowl, and said:

"The previous noodles were really delicious, but by the last bite, you'd inevitably feel a bit oily in your throat. But this bowl today..."

Li Dayong smacked his lips. "This bowl of noodles today has a particularly refreshing sweetness. The savory sauce completely masks any greasiness. After one bite, my mouth felt surprisingly clean!"

Chairman Chen became curious after hearing him say that.

He picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of beef brisket broth from his bowl into his mouth.

As soon as the soup entered his throat, Chairman Chen's eyes lit up instantly.

"Old Li is right."

Chairman Chen put down his spoon, his tone revealing surprise, "Today's soup base is richer than yesterday's. It's not the kind of saltiness that comes from added salt, but rather a particularly robust base flavor. After drinking it, there's a lingering sweetness on the back of your tongue."

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously turned to look at Lin Fan in the open kitchen.

Li Dayong couldn't hold back any longer and shouted:

"Master Lin! Did you add some new ingredient to the noodles and soup today? The taste is even better than yesterday!"

Lin Fan was slicing a roast duck, his head not even looking up, his voice coming out steadily:

"Nothing was added. Just some new soy sauce."

There was a two-second silence in the hall.

Then, Li Dayong couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Some new soy sauce? Master Lin, you call this 'some new soy sauce'? This is definitely soy sauce bought with gold!"

Hearing their conversation, the other diners around them quickened their eating pace, savoring the food in their bowls.

"It really makes a difference with the soy sauce! This tomato and egg stir-fry tastes even better today!"

"Boss Lin's shop is full of surprises every day, even the seasonings are prepared with such a grand scale."

The lively dining atmosphere in the hall has returned.

Everyone was focused on eating their food, and no one paid any attention to the financing news they had just been discussing.

The morning rush hour passed quickly.

The restaurant has seen a constant stream of customers, and each table of customers leaves with a satisfied expression on their face.

……

Jiangcheng International Airport, VIP exit.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the early autumn sun still carried a bit of heat.

The automatic glass doors slid open to both sides, and a wave of heat rushed in.

Su Qing was wearing a neatly tailored off-white business suit, and her long hair was tied up in a clean bun at the back of her head.

She wore large black sunglasses that covered most of her face, and walked out with a brisk pace in high heels.

"President Su."

The female assistant, Xiao Li, who was waiting outside, quickly stepped forward and deftly took the suitcase from Su Qing's hands.

"The car is parked outside. You must be tired from your journey, would you like to go back to the hotel and rest for a while?"

While pulling the suitcase, Xiao Li carefully observed the boss's expression.

"Let's go home first."

Su Qing's tone was cool and detached, without any unnecessary words. She had already slept on the plane and was now wide awake.

The two walked to the parking lot, where a black Mercedes-Maybach was already waiting.

The driver opened the back door, and Su Qing bent down and sat inside.

The car door closed, shutting out the outside heat and noise.

"Have you made contact with Attorney Zhang yet?" Su Qing took off her sunglasses, rubbed her slightly swollen temples, and asked.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Xiao Li quickly turned around and reported to the leader:

"We've already made contact. He's been preparing the materials these past few days; the lawsuit and lawyer's letter regarding the change of custody have been drafted. Just give the word, and we can submit them to the court at any time."

"Mm," Su Qing responded, turning her head to look at the street scene rushing past the car window.