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

With the apology from "Truth Guy" and Professor Liu's statement, this farce about "carcinogenic buns" came to a dramatic end.

But this doesn't mean the end; rather, it's the beginning of an even more frenzied celebration.

"Boss! I want a whole basket! I have money! I'll pay two thousand!"

"Who the hell stepped on my foot? Don't push! That's my number!"

"Professor Liu said it's the best in the world. If I don't get to eat here today, I won't be able to sleep tonight!"

The crowd in front of the stall completely spiraled out of control.

The diners, who had initially hesitated due to the rumors, now seemed to be making up for their earlier doubts and bursting with enthusiasm two hundred times over.

Those 100 baskets of limited-edition crab roe soup dumplings were devoured in less than ten minutes, leaving not a single shred of ginger.

Those who couldn't get steamed buns had to settle for second best and frantically buy tea eggs and fried rice with eggs.

"Ding! 100 yuan received via WeChat."

"Ding! Alipay received: 50 yuan."

The payment notification sounds were continuous; if you didn't listen carefully, it sounded like a fast-paced electronic dance music track.

Lin Fan stood behind the stall, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, but his eyes remained calm and focused.

Even in such a chaotic setting, every dish he served was presented with meticulous care and without the slightest perfunctory attitude.

This is professional ethics.

On the periphery of the crowd.

Professor Liu finished the last bite of the steamed bun and put down his chopsticks, still feeling unsatisfied.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and looked at Lin Fan, who was busy, with a look of appreciation for his talent in his eyes.

"Sir, have you finished eating?"

Taking advantage of the break while changing the pot, Lin Fan asked with a smile.

"That's great!!"

Professor Liu stood up, straightened the cuffs of his Tang suit, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it to Lin Fan with both hands.

"Young man, my name is Liu Zhengming. I've taught at Jiangcheng University for decades, and I'd call myself a bit of a gourmet. Your skills are nothing short of 'divine craftsmanship'."

"This is my personal phone number. If you encounter any problems with ingredients or technology in the future, feel free to contact me."

Lin Fan accepted the business card: "Thank you for your kind offer. I'll come again soon."

"Hahaha! Definitely!"

Professor Liu laughed heartily, "But your stall is really too small, it's a waste of your skills. Open a shop soon, and I'll bring my old buddies to support you!"

After saying this, Professor Liu put his hands behind his back, hummed a little tune, and leisurely left amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd.

After seeing Professor Liu off, Lin Fan's gaze fell on something not far away.

Shen Man was sitting on her special little stool, with an empty steamer in front of her and a crumpled "No. 3" note in her hand, her face showing a mixture of conflict and satisfaction.

Clearly, she couldn't resist and ate the whole basket of buns.

"Miss Shen, how does it taste? You didn't taste the 'Death warrant', did you?" Lin Fan teased casually as he cleaned up the empty steamer.

"Ahem!"

Shen Man almost choked on her own saliva.

She raised her head, her delicate face flushed red, her eyes darting away, not daring to look at Lin Fan at all.

"Hmph! It's just so-so! Barely edible!"

Shen Man stubbornly refused to admit it, pushing the empty cage onto the table. "I did that to... to conduct a thorough inspection! To prevent you from using any hidden additives!"

"Oh? And what were the test results?"

"For now...no problems have been found. But I will continue to monitor the situation!"

Shen Man grabbed her bag and stood up guiltily.

Her mind is a complete mess right now.

Su Qing had just boarded the plane when she started enjoying a hearty meal here, and she was almost convinced by the rumors spread by that "Truth Guy".

This double blow of being intellectually crushed and having her taste buds conquered left her feeling both ashamed and helpless.

"Lin Fan, um..."

Shen Man hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said in a low voice.

"Although the matter with that blogger has been resolved, you should still be careful in the future. The bigger the tree, the more the wind will blow against it; there are quite a few people watching you."

After saying this "kind reminder," Shen Man, as if afraid of being ridiculed by Lin Fan, slipped into her BMW sports car in her high heels and sped away.

Watching the red taillights disappear into the night, Lin Fan shook his head thoughtfully.

This woman, aside from being a bit sharp-tongued and slow-witted, isn't really that bad at heart.

……

It's 9:30 p.m.

All the ingredients were sold out.

Even the large bucket of broth used to boil tea eggs was bought by several enthusiastic diners who said they wanted to take it back to cook noodles.

"Everyone, that's all for today. Please come back early tomorrow."

Lin Fan hung up the "No Visitors" sign.

"Sigh... I failed to get one again."

"I'll definitely bring a tent to queue up tomorrow!"

The crowd gradually dispersed amidst sighs of regret.

Lin Fan packed his things, picked up Tuantuan who was already dozing in the car, and drove the Wuling Hongguang that had made great contributions to the city towards Jinmao Mansion.

Back in his spacious and bright mansion, after settling Tuantuan in, Lin Fan did not rest immediately.

He sat on the leather sofa in the living room, poured himself a glass of ice water, and opened the system interface.

[Current Task: Own your first physical store]

[Task Progress: 0/1]

Lin Fan looked at today's revenue statistics on his phone—a total of 83,000 yuan.

Although the income is high, the drawbacks have also been fully exposed.

Although today's farce ended in a dramatic turn of events, it served as a reminder to Lin Fan:

Setting up a stall on the roadside without a fixed business location and a proper business license makes it easy for people to embezzle funds related to hygiene and qualifications.

Moreover, as its reputation grew, the small tricycle simply couldn't handle such a large volume of passengers.

Hundreds of people queuing up and blocking the road not only disrupts traffic but also provides diners with a terrible experience.

Most importantly, if he were to fight for custody of Tuantuan against this powerful ex-wife, his status as a "street vendor" would clearly put him at a disadvantage.

"We must open a store. And it has to be fast, good, and big."

Lin Fan set the tone in his mind.

He currently has a very strong cash flow; in the past few days, his liquid assets have totaled nearly 300,000 yuan.

With the daily revenue continuing to grow, the down payment and rent for a shop in this location will definitely not be a problem.

"I won't be setting up my stall tomorrow."

Lin Fan made a decision.

"I'll take Tuantuan to choose a location tomorrow."

……

The next morning.

Lin Fan asked the kindergarten for a day off for Tuantuan.

"Dad, are we not going to sell bags today?"

Tuantuan, dressed in a pink tracksuit and carrying a small backpack full of snacks, was sitting on a small stool in the entryway putting on her shoes and asked with a curious look.

"We're not selling bags today, but Daddy will take you to 'buy' a big toy."

Lin Fan smiled mysteriously, picked up his daughter, and drove the Wuling Hongguang out the door.