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

The team leader couldn't help but shout out, and the drumbeat in his hands instantly went awry.

"Thump...thump...clang?"

Immediately afterwards, the ladies in cheongsams who were standing at the door to greet guests also began to take deep breaths, disregarding their image.

"This smells like beef? But why does it smell so good?"

"Oh my god, this smell makes me suddenly think our hot pot restaurant smells awful..."

The most outrageous were the elderly men and women queuing up to receive eggs.

They are most sensitive to the taste of food.

"Oh my! What's that smell? It smells so good!" An older woman, holding the eggs she had just received, turned around and looked around.

"It seems to have drifted over from next door?"

"Next door? That coffin shop?"

Everyone turned their heads simultaneously to look at the corner completely hidden by the transformer box.

From the narrow doorway, a white fragrance was continuously emanating and then rapidly spreading through the air.

Faced with this rich aroma, the pungent smell of beef tallow hot pot instantly seemed cheap, greasy, and even nauseating.

"Gulp..."

In the crowd, someone swallowed hard.

The sound spread like a contagious disease, instantly reaching the hundreds of people in the group.

"Glug... Glug..."

Zhang Dawei watched as a chubby man who was originally at the front of the line stared intently at the transformer box next door, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot, unconsciously taking a step in that direction.

"Hey! Big brother! We haven't collected the eggs yet!" Zhang Dawei shouted anxiously.

"What kind of eggs are you getting?!"

The chubby man suddenly snapped out of his daze, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with the fanaticism of someone who had been bewitched by delicious food.

"This smells so damn tempting! I skipped breakfast, I can't resist!"

After saying that, he actually threw down the queue number in his hand and strode over to the transformer box next door!

Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.

"I'll go check it out too! This food is definitely not your average restaurant!"

"Oh my god, the smell is making my legs weak! I have to take a couple of breaths!"

"Let's go! We don't want the eggs anymore!"

The once orderly line instantly descended into chaos.

As if under a spell, everyone abandoned the 50% discount and free eggs, and like a group of sharks smelling blood, swarmed towards that "feng shui dead land".

Zhang Dawei stood on the red carpet, microphone in hand, completely dumbfounded.

He looked at the queue in front of his shop, which had instantly emptied by half, and then at the store next door, which remained quiet but seemed to have created a huge black hole. The red glow on his face turned completely liver-colored.

"What... what the hell is going on?!"

Zhang Dawei roared in exasperation.

He wanted to rush over and argue, but after taking only two steps, the rich aroma of meat wafting towards him once again fiercely penetrated his lungs.

"Gurgle..."

Zhang Dawei's prominent Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

He desperately discovered that even he himself had the urge to throw away the microphone, rush in, and order a bowl of food!

This feeling of his body betraying his brain filled him with unprecedented fear.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."

Zhang Dawei muttered to himself, cold sweat dripping down his forehead along with the hair gel.

"How can anything smell so good in this world? It's not scientific!"

At this moment, at the entrance of "Lin's Shop".

The chubby guy at the front had already bypassed the obstructive transformer box.

When he stood in front of the doorway and saw the bluestone path inside and the Jiangnan-style garden at the end, he froze instantly.

"Holy crap..."

The fat man's eyes widened, and his mouth was agape enough to fit a fist.

"This isn't a noodle shop! This is like a scene from 'The Peach Blossom Spring'!"

The richer, purer aroma of meat wafting from the shop shattered his last shred of reason.

Without any hesitation, he stepped over the threshold, as if afraid of being kicked out if he was even a step too late, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Boss!! Whatever you sell! Give me one! Now! Right now!"

……

Lin Fan stood in the open kitchen, looking at the fat man who was covered in sweat and had a fanatical look in his eyes as if he wanted to eat people. He slightly raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a professional smile.

He pointed to the antique wooden price list above the cashier.

There were only three signs hanging above, written in semi-cursive script:

[Signature Dish: Golden Crab Roe Soup Dumplings - 666 RMB/basket]

[New Product: Supreme Clear Broth Beef Brisket Noodles - 188 RMB/bowl]

[Classic: Heartbreakingly Delicious Fried Rice with Egg - 50 RMB/serving]

"This is a new store opening, and we're launching our new beef brisket noodles! We use beef brisket from the snowy white sheep's back. Would you like a serving?"

The chubby man followed Lin Fan's finger and paused for half a second on the number "188".

If he saw a bowl of noodles for 188 at a roadside stall under normal circumstances, he would definitely flip the table, spit in the owner's face, and yell, "You're crazy for money!"

But at the moment.

The rich, meaty aroma wafting from the kitchen was like an invisible hand, relentlessly stimulating his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. That smell told him, instinctively: this stuff is absolutely worth it!

Even compared to the 666 yuan steamed buns, the 188 yuan noodles seem exceptionally "affordable" and "highly cost-effective".

"Yes! Give me a bowl! No, the supreme one! Where should I sweep it?"

The chubby guy pulled out his phone so quickly it was as if he was afraid Lin Fan would change his mind.

"Ding! WeChat payment received: 188 yuan."

As the crisp payment notification sound rang, Lin Fan turned around, grabbed some noodles, and put them in the pot.

The specially made high-gluten ice spring noodles only need to be rolled in boiling water for thirty seconds.

With a flick of his long chopsticks, Lin Fan sent the noodles flying into the blue-and-white porcelain bowl like silver threads, as neatly combed as if they had been combed.

Then he picked up a long-handled ladle and dipped it into the still slightly bubbling brine pot.

Skim off the oil on the surface and scoop up a spoonful of the clear, amber-colored broth.

"Splash—"

Hot soup poured over noodles instantly releases the aroma of wheat.

Finally, pick up five or six square pieces of beef brisket, cut into neat red and white stripes, stewed until tender and trembling, and arrange them in the center of the noodles. Then sprinkle a small handful of very finely chopped green garlic shoots on top.

Red meat, white tendons, green garlic, and amber-colored broth.

This is not a bowl of noodles; it is clearly a beautiful piece of lacquerware art.

Please enjoy your meal.

Lin Fan carried the bowl of noodles to the serving area.

The chubby man picked up the bowl of noodles with trembling hands. The steam that rushed towards him made him feel so comfortable that every pore on his body opened up.

He didn't bother to find a seat; he stood directly by the landscaped stream, picked up his bowl, and took a sip of soup.

"Slurp—"

The piping hot broth enters the mouth.

one second.

two seconds.

The fat man's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he froze on the spot.