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

4:30 PM.

University Town Night Market.

The atmosphere today is a bit eerie.

Normally at this time, the line would have already blocked the road.

Today, although there were still many people, it wasn't as crowded as yesterday.

The queue was sparse, and many people were whispering and pointing at the stalls from time to time.

There were even a few online celebrities holding up their phones and live-streaming, standing not far away, commenting on Lin Fan's stall and saying things like, "This is the carcinogenic bun."

As soon as Lin Fan brought his Wuling Hongguang to a stop, he felt the strange looks from those around him.

It was no longer about worship and expectation, but rather about scrutiny, doubt, and even hostility.

"Dad, why are those uncles and aunties looking at us?"

Tuan Tuan sat in the car, shrinking her neck in fear.

Children have the keenest intuition; she sensed the hostility in the air.

"It's nothing, maybe it's because Dad is too handsome."

Lin Fan smiled and comforted his daughter, then unbuckled his seatbelt and carried Tuantuan out of the car.

But the smile in his eyes vanished completely the moment he turned away.

Although he doesn't watch the news much, the gossip he's heard along the way is enough for him to piece together the truth.

"Carcinogenic?"

"Technology and grueling work?"

Lin Fan sneered.

Some people are so shameless that they'll abandon all sense of decency for the sake of traffic.

He had just set up his stall and hadn't even had time to put up the sign yet.

A red BMW Z4 screeched to a halt right next to his stall, nearly hitting his gas cylinder.

The car door opened, and Shen Man jumped out in a flurry of activity. She didn't even put on her sunglasses and rushed anxiously to Lin Fan.

"Lin Fan! Something terrible has happened! Why are you still leisurely setting up your stall?!"

Shen Man was panting heavily, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Lin Fan calmly unloaded the stainless steel bucket, glanced at her, and said, "Miss Shen, illegal parking is prohibited here. Also, what could be so serious that you're in such a hurry? Has the sky fallen?"

"The sky hasn't fallen, but your business is going to collapse!"

Shen Man grabbed Lin Fan's arm and shoved the phone screen into his face.

"Look for yourself! The whole internet is saying your steamed buns cause cancer! They're poisonous! That 'Truth Guy' is stirring things up, saying he'll team up with relevant departments to shut you down!"

"And..." Shen Man hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to mention Su Qing's intention to sue, and only said vaguely.

"Anyway, public opinion is really against you right now! You'd better find a way to clarify things quickly! Like showing us your purchase invoices or something?"

Lin Fan glanced down at the video.

Looking at the so-called "expert" in the video, spewing saliva, and the tens of thousands of negative comments below, it's hard to believe.

Lin Fan's expression, however, was surprisingly calm.

There was no anger, no panic, not even a furrowed brow.

He simply brushed Shen Man's hand away and said calmly:

"Purchase invoice? I don't have one."

Where do the purchase orders for the ingredients provided by the system come from?

"No?!" Shen Man's eyes widened. "Then how are you going to prove your innocence? Brother, this is a food safety red line! If you can't explain it clearly, not only will you lose your business, but you'll also go to jail!"

"Miss Shen, do you believe me?"

Lin Fan suddenly turned his head, looked into Shen Man's eyes, and asked seriously.

Shen Man was stunned.

Looking into those deep, still eyes, she nodded subconsciously. "I...I've eaten it before, I know it's real crab roe. That's why I was in such a hurry!"

"That's enough."

A confident smile curved Lin Fan's lips.

He turned around to face the crowd around him, holding up their phones and looking at him with suspicion, as well as the livestreamers not far away who were waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Then, he did something that surprised everyone.

He took out a new piece of red paper and pasted it at the top of the small blackboard.

A line of strong, vigorous characters was written above:

[Announcement Today: In response to online rumors, and to prove our innocence, we will be publicly preparing our product today! We promise: If even a single drop of flavoring or illegal additives is detected, we will compensate you ten thousand times over! This Wuling Hongguang van and this stall will be given to him on the spot!]

"Whoosh—"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

A ten-thousand-fold compensation for any counterfeit product?

Car delivery on the spot?

How much confidence does this boss have to make such a bold statement?!

……

"Fake product, get a ten-thousand-fold compensation? They even give away a car?"

"Is this boss serious?"

As the notice with its red paper and black lettering was posted, a slight commotion instantly arose in the previously noisy and hostile scene.

It's important to understand that when businesses encounter this kind of situation, most of them either send a weak legal letter or shut down comments and pretend nothing's going on.

Lin Fan is absolutely unique in daring to confront someone head-on on the spot, even risking his entire fortune!

"Hmph, just trying to attract attention!"

In the crowd, a minor internet celebrity who was live-streaming on her phone curled her lip and said sarcastically.

"Who knows if he secretly switched the ingredients? These days, unscrupulous merchants have all sorts of tricks up their sleeves. If they're willing to put on an act, this truck is just a prop!"

"Exactly! Unless he dares to let us inspect it on the spot!"

The doubts still exist, but compared to the one-sided abuse before, there is now at least a more wait-and-see attitude.

Shen Man stood to the side, stamping her feet anxiously: "Lin Fan, are you crazy? That Wuling Hongguang is your brand new car! And this stall, if that blogger really ruins it by stirring up trouble, how will you ever work again?"

Although she knew that Lin Fan's food was delicious, "delicious" and "whether it contains additives" are two different things in the eyes of ordinary people.

Modern chemical technology is so advanced that some fragrances can indeed be made to look very realistic.

What if Lin Fan actually added just a tiny bit to improve the taste?

"rest assured."

Lin Fan gave her a reassuring look, then turned around and took out two specially made food storage boxes from the carriage.

At this moment, all eyes in the room, including countless mobile phone cameras that were broadcasting live, were focused on Lin Fan's hands.

"Since everyone questions whether my ingredients are 'technological and ruthless,' then I'll show everyone what nature's bounty truly means."

Lin Fan opened the first box first.

"Click."

The latch popped open, and the cover was lifted.

There was none of the cheap, gamey smell of meat I had imagined. Instead, a faint, fresh aroma of meat, as if carried by a mountain breeze, filled the air.

Lin Fan put on disposable gloves and took out a large piece of [Black Mountain Pig Foreleg Meat] that had just undergone aging treatment.

The moment the piece of meat was exposed to the afterglow of the setting sun and the streetlights, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

"hiss--!!"

What kind of pork was that?

It is not the pale or dark red color of ordinary pork, but rather a deep rose color as beautiful as a ruby.

What's most striking is its texture.

The snow-white, delicate fat, like an intricate spider web, is evenly distributed among the red lean meat, forming a "marble" pattern similar to that of top-grade Wagyu beef.

Under the light, the meat even had a faint glimmer of light, as if it were not a piece of pork, but a work of art sculpted by a master!

"This...this is pork??"