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

He turned his head and looked at the storefront next door, which still only had a broken wooden sign.

Under the lights, the young man named Lin Fan was standing in the open kitchen, cooking noodles with practiced ease.

Beside Lin Fan, Qin Lang, the eldest young master of the Qin family whom Lin Fan could not possibly reach, was acting like a waiter, helping to carry plates and wipe tables, with a fawning smile on his face.

Even Shen Man, the arrogant young lady of the Shen family, was wearing an apron and helping with the cashier, occasionally exchanging a few jokes with Lin Fan.

This scene completely shattered Zhang Dawei's last psychological defenses.

"He's not normal... he's definitely not normal..."

Zhang Dawei muttered to himself, the jealousy in his eyes gradually turning into a vicious hatred.

"Since you won't let me live, then you won't have an easy time either."

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Lai Zi, bring two brothers over here, we've got some work."

……

Half an hour later, in a dead corner of the back alley of Jin Street.

Three men were squatting in the shadows next to a trash can, puffing on cigarettes.

"Boss Zhang."

When Lai Zi saw Zhang Dawei approaching, he immediately stubbed out his cigarette, a confident smile typical of an expert spreading across his face, and lowered his voice to say:

"I understand what you meant on the phone. Same as usual?"

Zhang Dawei, his face grim, pulled a thick envelope from his bag and slapped it into Lai Zi's hand: "This is a deposit of ten thousand. After it's done, I'll give you another twenty thousand."

The leper weighed the envelope in his hand, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Alright! Just you wait and see."

"Where's the stuff?" Zhang Dawei asked, still worried.

Lai Zi didn't say anything, but he very discreetly patted the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Dawei nodded, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes:

"I'm going to let everyone see that his bowl of noodles is filthy! I'm going to ruin his reputation tonight and force him to close down!"

"Understood. Just listen for the sound from behind."

After Lai Zi finished speaking, he gave his two brothers a wink.

They bypassed the alley and blended into the bustling crowds on Golden Street.

……

The front hall, "Lin's Shop".

It was nearly 8:30 p.m., and the peak passenger flow showed no signs of abating.

The 120-square-meter shop was packed with people. Under the warm yellow lights, there was a small bridge over a stream and swaying bamboo shadows.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of beef bone broth, and the sounds of slurping noodles rose and fell, weaving together a most beautiful symphony of fireworks.

Lin Fan stood in the open kitchen, his long chopsticks flying, serving bowl after bowl of beef brisket noodles out the window.

Qin Lang and Shen Man, these two "unofficial employees," were so exhausted they were practically collapsing.

"I can't take it anymore..." Qin Lang leaned against a pillar and gasped for breath while wiping the table, tugging at his collar in a completely unladylike manner.

"Boss Lin, your business is terrifying! I feel like my back is about to break."

"Stop talking nonsense, there are still tables over there that haven't been cleared away."

Although Shen Man was also drenched in sweat, her eyes shone with an astonishing light as she watched the money being deposited into the account.

"Now that's what business is all about! Compared to this, my family's businesses are practically just for retirement."

Even as the two were bickering, the queue outside "Lin's Shop" remained very long.

The three rascals mingled at the back of the line, chatting idly and complaining about how long the line was and how hungry they were.

"Brother, this taste...something's not right."

After waiting in line for ten minutes, the second brother couldn't help but sniffle and whispered to Lai Zi.

The leper had actually smelled it long ago.

The aroma wafting from behind that transformer box was almost magical.

That wasn't just ordinary rice aroma; it was an extremely domineering, rich, and penetratingly intense meat and bone fragrance.

That aroma was like an invisible hand roughly grabbing the stomach wall and kneading it hard, making one feel an unprecedented hunger.

"Gurgle..."

Lai Zi couldn't help but swallow hard, but he quickly pinched his thigh to force himself to wake up.

"Don't look at me like I've never seen the world before!" Lai Zi said with a look of utter disdain.

"Yes, yes, eldest brother is right." The second brother quickly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, yes, eldest brother is right." The second brother quickly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and tried to look away from the steaming doorway.

However, as much as one might boast, reality is often harsh.

The three refocused their attention on the queue, and their hearts sank. The queue was utterly hopeless; the front was a dense mass of heads, moving at a snail's pace.

Lai Zi raised his wrist to look at his watch, and his brows instantly furrowed into a deep frown.

It's almost eight o'clock.

Although the queue is still moving, who knows how much stock this store has? It's a store with limited supplies!

What if when they get to the front of the line, that kid surnamed Lin suddenly puts up a "sold out" sign? Wouldn't their plan for today be doomed before it even begins?

Zhang Dawei gave a firm order: it had to be done tonight. If it didn't work out tonight, not only would the 10,000 yuan deposit have to be returned, but that fatso would also point his finger at him and call him a good-for-nothing.

"Big brother, this won't do..." The third brother stood on tiptoe and looked ahead, looking anxious. "At this rate, it'll be at least another hour before it's our turn. By then, forget about noodles, we probably won't even have water to wash the pots."

"Shut up! Aren't I in a hurry?" Lai Zi irritably scratched his freshly done hair.

Just as the three were getting anxious like ants on a hot pan, a man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face suddenly appeared from the side.

The man, wearing a floral shirt, had his eyes darting around, clearly a seasoned veteran of the area. He had already spotted these three anxious-looking "guests" who didn't seem to be there for a proper meal.

"Gentlemen, are you in a hurry to eat?"

The man leaned close to the leper, lowered his voice, and looked mysterious.

The leper gave him a wary look and said irritably, "None of your business, get lost."

"Hey, don't get so worked up." The man wasn't angry at all. He chuckled and pulled a crumpled number sheet from his pocket, waving it in front of Lai Zi.

"Judging from your appearance, you must be very busy people and definitely don't have time to waste here. Coincidentally, I happen to have three tickets, the first ten spots. You can just take them and go straight into the store without queuing."

The leper's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the man's wrist: "Really? We can go straight in?"

"I'd be a grandson if I lied to you!" the man patted his chest and assured him.

"A friend of mine had to leave unexpectedly, so this account is now available. How about it, want it?"

"How much?" the leper asked.