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

Then, under the watchful eyes of the entire audience.

Qin Lang waved to Zhao Tianyi and the others behind him:

"Brothers, this is it!"

After saying that, he walked right past Zhang Dawei and strode towards the corner that was half-blocked by the luxury car.

"Boss Lin! Open the doors and welcome customers! I'm starving!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Tianyi and seven or eight other rich kids, without even glancing at the luxuriously decorated hot pot restaurant, their eyes gleaming, lined up and squeezed inside.

"this……"

The entire room fell silent.

The only sound was the rustling of the wind blowing across the red carpet.

Zhang Dawei remained in that outstretched hand gesture, standing in the center of the red carpet, like a comical sculpture.

His head was buzzing; he couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

Why would these ultra-wealthy young men, driving luxury cars worth millions, ignore his five-million-dollar lavish flagship store and instead squeeze into that run-down shop next door with no sign and just an electrical box at the entrance?

"Young Master Qin..."

Zhang Dawei's lips trembled as he tried to call out to them, but he found that his throat was blocked and he couldn't make a sound.

Just then.

Then came another sharp screech of brakes.

A white BMW Z4 convertible brazenly squeezed into the gap between two Ferraris, displaying remarkable driving skills.

The car door opened, and Shen Man jumped out in a panic.

She clutched the hand-drawn VIP invitation tightly in her hand, her eyes fixed on the doorway.

"Make way! Make way!"

Shen Man pushed aside Zhang Dawei, who was blocking her way, and plunged into the doorway:

"Lin Fan! Where's my Supreme Beef Brisket Noodles?! Did you save some for me?! If they're sold out, I'm not finished with you!"

"boom--"

This scene became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The passersby who were initially hesitant were now in an uproar.

"...Did all of them go into that shabby little shop?"

"These rich people can't possibly have bad taste! Even a fool would know which place is the best!!"

"Let's go! Let's go take a look!!"

For an instant.

The long queue that had been forming outside "Dawei Hot Pot" instantly collapsed.

Like a tide, everyone bypassed Zhang Dawei, who had a blank expression, squeezed through the gap in the transformer box, and rushed towards "Lin's Shop".

Even some of the guests who had been invited by Zhang Dawei to cut the ribbon exchanged awkward glances.

"Ahem... Old Zhang, um, I suddenly remembered I have something urgent to attend to. Please keep that flower basket safe, I'll be going now."

"Oh yeah, I'm going there too... oh no, I'm going to take care of some business."

These guests talked about doing things, but their actions spoke louder than words; they turned around and followed the crowd to squeeze into the next room.

Less than two minutes.

The entrance to the hot pot restaurant, which was decorated with a red carpet, flowers, and festive music, was deserted except for firecracker debris scattered on the ground and a few eggs that hadn't been handed out yet.

Only the tall, red inflatable archway swayed forlornly in the wind, as if mocking Zhang Dawei's current desolation.

Zhang Dawei stood at the empty doorway, looking at the corner next door, which, although small in size, was now bustling with people, and some were even queuing outside.

He could hear Qin Lang's loud laughter coming from inside, and the faint aroma of bone broth, even richer than before, wafting out.

"puff--"

Zhang Dawei felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest, his vision went black, and he almost fainted on the spot.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Lin family shop.

Unlike the shabby exterior, when Qin Lang and his group passed through the narrow entrance hall and the view suddenly opened up before them, everyone couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Holy crap..."

Qin Lang took off his sunglasses and stared wide-eyed at the scene of flowing water, swaying bamboo shadows, and small bridges in front of him.

"Boss Lin, have you brought a Suzhou garden into this place?"

Zhao Tianyi also looked incredulous. He reached out and touched the ink relief on the wall, then looked down at the crystal-clear artificial stream where fish were playing.

"This design...this artistic conception...it's amazing!"

Zhao Tianyi himself is in the high-end catering business and has a sharp eye. "This is what you call 'great seclusion in the city'!"

The transformer box at the entrance became the best barrier, shutting out the noise and revealing a hidden world inside.

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

Shen Man had already found a seat by the stream, slammed the crumpled invitation on the table, and called out to Lin Fan, who was busy in the open kitchen:

"Lin Fan! Serve the food! I didn't even have breakfast, just for this bowl of noodles!"

Lin Fan stood behind the stove, looking at the "distinguished guests" who had instantly filled the room, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Everyone, please calm down."

"Today, there's plenty."

Inside the open kitchen, steam filled the air.

In front of Lin Fan, there were more than a dozen custom-made blue and white porcelain bowls neatly arranged.

"Whoosh—"

The specially made high-gluten ice spring noodles are thrown into a boiling pot.

These noodles are made with snow water from the Tianshan Mountains and top-quality high-gluten wheat flour. Their color is not pale white, but rather a light milky yellow.

They tumbled and rolled in the boiling water, like agile little silver dragons.

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Fan deftly lifted the noodles with his long chopsticks, tracing a clean arc in the air before draining them and neatly placing them into the bowl.

The portion size of each bowl is precisely controlled, and the noodles are coiled into a perfect circle at the bottom of the bowl, neither loose nor clump together.

Next comes the soul of this bowl of noodles—the topping.

Lin Fan picked up a long-handled copper ladle and dipped it into the still slightly boiling brine pot.

This broth is a deep amber color, clear and bright, with a very thin layer of golden butter floating on the surface, which is the essence extracted from the beef bone marrow after long-term simmering.

"Supreme Clear Broth" emphasizes the word "clear".

People who don't know much about beef noodles often think that beef noodles need a thick broth and a rich, red sauce to be flavorful.

Little did they know, it was to mask the gamey smell of beef and the dryness of frozen meat.

The truly top-quality beef noodle soup should have a broth as clear as tea and a flavor as rich as wine.

Lin Fan's wrist was extremely steady. He gently skimmed off the surface oil and scooped up a spoonful of the scalding hot broth.

"Sizzle—"

Hot soup poured over noodles instantly releases a harmonious blend of wheat and meat aromas.

Finally, he picked up the tongs and took out the "Snowy Plateau Beef Brisket" that had been stewed until tender and flavorful from another insulated clay pot.

The so-called "rib meat" refers to the meat around the ribs of a cow, the indented part left after the ribs have been removed.

This part of the meat has a good balance of fat and lean, and most importantly, it has a layer of crisp tendons and a layer of dense marbling.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces...

Five large, square pieces of red and white beef brisket were stacked in the center of the noodles like building blocks.

Finally, sprinkle a small handful of vibrant green garlic shoots and garnish with a few red goji berries.

Red meat, white tendons, green garlic, amber-colored soup, and creamy yellow noodles.

This bowl of noodles, when served, looks like a richly colored oil painting, so beautiful that one hesitates to eat it.

"Miss Shen, Young Master Qin, everyone, please enjoy your meal."

Lin Fan placed the tray at the food serving area, his voice calm.

……