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

"Everyone, it's not that I don't want to make money."

"The crab roe jelly in these buns takes eight hours to simmer and then another four hours to cool naturally. In addition, I do all the kneading, rolling, and wrapping of the buns by hand."

"Slow and steady wins the race. If I sacrifice quality for quantity, I'll ruin my own reputation."

"Therefore, 50 baskets a day is my limit, and it's also a responsibility to everyone's taste buds."

That's what you call style.

If Lin Fan were to suddenly produce hundreds of baskets of steamed buns under everyone's urging, then everyone would be suspicious:

Is this mass-produced? Are you using pre-made food?

Only this sense of scarcity—"I want to buy it but can't"—combined with Lin Fan's attitude of "never compromising on quality," can make spending 666 yuan feel worthwhile!

really.

After hearing Lin Fan's explanation, the diners who were just complaining changed their expressions.

Dissatisfaction turned into admiration.

"Look! This is what craftsmanship is all about!"

"No wonder it tastes so good! It turns out the soup alone takes eight hours to simmer!"

"That's right! Better to have less than to have something of poor quality! This is what top-notch cuisine should be like!"

Among the crowd, Shen Man was dressed in a low-key office outfit today, holding a "number 5" queue ticket that cost a lot of money.

Listening to Lin Fan's words, she looked at the man who was focused on lighting the fire, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"Tch, what a blockhead, but he's got some principles..."

Shen Man muttered something, but her throat involuntarily bobbed.

Regardless, she's definitely in the top five today!

Nobody can take her steamed buns away!

……

Lin Fan lifted the lid of the first steamer.

"call--"

White steam, carrying the soul-stirring aroma of crab roe, exploded in the air above the night market.

If yesterday's fragrance was a stunning "first encounter," then today's fermented aroma has made it even more potent and irresistible.

"Gulp..."

The diners in the front row all had their Adam's apples bobbing in unison.

The golden crab oil seemed to seep into their nostrils, stirring up their very senses.

"It's here! It tastes just like this!"

"Even just one whiff of it makes the four-hour wait in line worthwhile!"

"Next!"

Lin Fan skillfully picked up the buns with his chopsticks while calling out the numbers.

"Here! Right here!"

Wearing high heels, Shen Man clutched the number slip she had bought for a thousand yuan tightly in her hand and rushed to the stall like a primary school student going to receive a prize.

She was smarter today and didn't pack it up.

The key to making soup dumplings is that they are served piping hot.

While it's still delicious to take it home, the noodles will get soaked in the broth, which will ultimately affect the texture.

If you're going to do it, be the ultimate foodie!

"Boss! A basket of steamed buns! Eat here!"

Shen Man slapped the number slip on the table, then casually pulled over her special little stool and sat down next to Tuantuan.

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, looking at this wealthy heiress who was "feeding dogs" yesterday and "dining in" today.

"Miss Shen, did you forget to bring your dog today... the one with the big appetite?"

As Lin Fan handed over a basket of glistening buns, he teased with a half-smile.

Shen Man's hand, which was holding chopsticks, trembled, and two blushes instantly appeared on her cheeks.

"Um... well..."

Shen Man's eyes darted around, but she stubbornly insisted, "It...it's not feeling well today! I'll eat for it! Is that not allowed?"

Tuantuan, who was drawing nearby, looked up, blinked her big eyes, and asked innocently:

"Aunt Shen, can dogs get sick? Is it because they ate too much bread yesterday?"

"puff--"

The diners in line couldn't help but laugh.

Shen Man was so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear into the ground.

She glared at Lin Fan, her eyes seeming to say: Control your daughter!

Lin Fan shrugged and turned back to his work.

Shen Man stopped talking; her attention was completely drawn to the basket of steamed buns in front of her.

Although I ate there yesterday, seeing it again today still feels amazing.

Six small, exquisite buns lay quietly in the steamer.

The dough is so thin it's almost transparent, and you can even clearly see the golden broth flowing inside, as well as the tender pink meat filling.

The top edge resembles a delicate chrysanthemum, with each fold perfectly measured as if it had been measured with a ruler.

This is an artwork that costs 666 yuan per cage!

Shen Man took a deep breath, picked up a steamed bun, and lightly dipped it in the vinegar dish.

Then, it is placed into the cherry-like mouth.

"Slurp—"

Open the window first, then drink the soup.

The scalding hot crab roe soup instantly rushed into the cavity.

boom!!!

Shen Man suddenly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling.

fresh!

So fresh!

That was the burst of essence from countless hairy crabs!

The sandy texture of crab roe, the sticky and glutinous texture of crab paste, combined with the rich aroma of black mountain pork fat, conquer the taste buds!

Yesterday, she hid behind a tree and wolfed down her food, not having a chance to savor it properly.

Sitting here today, savoring each bite slowly, the layers of flavor become even more distinct.

"Well……"

Shen Man let out a satisfied sigh, feeling as if she were melting into this golden ocean.

What was Su Qing's request?

What evidence collection?

What is the stance of a best friend?

To hell with them all at this moment!

"I'm so sorry, Qingqing..."

As Shen Man stuffed the entire bun into her mouth without any regard for her image, she silently repented in her heart.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that the enemy's sweet-coated bullets are too overwhelming!"

"I swear, I'll only eat this one meal! Tomorrow...tomorrow I'll definitely help you yell at him!"

……

Just as Shen Man was completely immersed in the world of food, unable to extricate herself.

A deep engine roar drowned out the noise of the night market.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!"

The crowd stirred.

Along the roadside, four or five luxury cars were parked in a row.

Leading the way was Qin Lang's flashy red Ferrari, followed by a Porsche 911, a Lamborghini Huracan, and even a Maybach that looked very expensive.

The car door opened.

Qin Lang swaggered over with three young men dressed in trendy brands and wearing expensive watches.

"I told you! This place may be run-down, but the food is absolutely the best in Jiangcheng!"

As Qin Lang walked, he boasted to the people behind him.

"Old Zhao, so what if your family owns a five-star hotel? I bet your executive chef's steamed buns aren't even worthy of shining Boss Lin's shoes!"

The young man called "Old Zhao" had dyed his hair a silver-gray color and looked disdainful.

"Qin Lang, there's a limit to your bragging. I admit this roadside stall smells pretty good, but you're saying it's better than my Michelin three-star chef? And it sells for 666? I think you've been brainwashed."

Another chubby rich kid chimed in, "Yeah, this environment...tsk tsk, when did we end up sitting on little stools eating at roadside stalls?"