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

"This is for my daughter," Lin Fan said calmly, leaving no room for negotiation.

The bespectacled man panicked: "Boss, I'll offer two hundred! Three hundred! I was wrong just now, I didn't recognize your worth! It's too hot today, I have low blood sugar, sell me what you have!"

"Not for sale."

Lin Fan poured the last bit of soup into a small cup, then turned and carried it into the kitchen.

"Smack."

The "Sold Out" sign was hung up in front of the door.

A wail erupted from the crowd.

"That's it? That's all?"

"I just got to the front of the line!"

"Boss Lin, please make more! In this sweltering summer heat, who can drink this little bit?!"

Those diners who couldn't buy any were so anxious they were slapping their thighs.

Those who managed to buy the items became the most hated people in the room.

They stood in twos and threes under the shade of the trees, holding the bamboo cups that were emitting cold air, and sipping them slowly.

With each sip, an expression of extreme pleasure appeared on his face.

Someone took out their phone to take a picture.

Someone posted it on WeChat Moments.

Qin Lang arrived late today and found that the cup was sold out. Relying on his status as the "top customer," he insisted on buying a secondhand cup from a familiar customer for 500 yuan.

He took a sip, leaned against the sports car door, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Click.

Qin Lang raised his glass and took a picture in the sunlight.

The purplish-red liquid was crystal clear in the sunlight, and water droplets clung to the glass.

He opened WeChat Moments and clicked send.

The text consists of only one sentence:

[Eighty-eight yuan a cup? No, this is priceless. Boss Lin's new Jade Plum Juice, one sip and you're ready for winter. Your summer isn't complete if you haven't tried it.]

The moment Qin Lang posted this on his WeChat Moments, his circle of wealthy second-generation friends was in an uproar.

"Brother Lang, what good stuff is this? You're posting 88-yuan-a-cup of water on your WeChat Moments?"

"This color is amazing! Where did you buy it?"

"It's that Boss Lin again? Is he some kind of witchcraft maker? Last time it was fried rice, this time it's plum juice!"

"Brother Lang, can you get me a drink? I'll pay two thousand!"

In less than ten minutes, it received over a hundred likes.

Not only Qin Lang, but at least a hundred people at the scene were posting on WeChat Moments and Douyin.

"Shocking! A life-saving plum juice has appeared in Wuhan! One sip revived a female college student who had collapsed from heatstroke!"

"An 88-yuan glass of 'IQ tax'? No, this is the best value liquid I've ever drunk!"

In the internet age, the speed at which information spreads is terrifying.

Moreover, this is an event with a strong sense of contrast and drama.

Within just one hour, the terms "Taohuayuan Plum Juice", "One Bite Saves Lives", and "88 Yuan Sky-High Price Beverage" quickly climbed the social media platforms in Jiangcheng.

In the nearby CBD office buildings.

Countless white-collar workers, enjoying air conditioning and coffee, swallowed hard as they looked at the videos and photos on their phones.

"Is it really that miraculous? Just one drop can wake you up?"

"Look at that old man in the video, his face wasn't even red after drinking, and he wasn't sweating anymore!"

"No way, I'm taking the afternoon off to queue up! This heat is so bad I can't even write my project proposal, I need to buy a drink to perk myself up!"

A strange phenomenon began to spread in Jiangcheng.

People are queuing up at Lin Fan's restaurant no longer just for a meal.

It was for that cup of plum juice that could instantly "revive" someone.

……

Outside the door, a frenzy of buying and online celebrations were in full swing.

Inside the door, Lin Fan, with his back to the noise outside, put his white chef's apron back on.

Sour plum drink was just a refreshing beverage; the real main business of Lin's Shop was staple food to fill one's stomach.

"Make way."

Lin Fan's voice came through the crack in the door, interrupting the diners who were still regretting not being able to buy plum juice.

"If you want to eat a main dish, scan the code inside. If you don't want to eat, please don't block the door."

The crowd paused for a moment.

The temperature was 38 degrees Celsius, and the sun was blazing down on us.

I didn't get to drink some chilled plum juice to cool down, so now I'm going to eat piping hot beef brisket noodles on an empty stomach?

"Since we're already here, let's eat!" The bespectacled man gritted his teeth.

He queued for two hours under the scorching sun, and he was really unwilling to go back on an empty stomach.

What's more, the rich aroma of braised meat wafting from the shop kept wafting into my nose.

Led by the young man, dozens of other customers who also couldn't buy plum juice rushed into the store.

Lin Fan turned and walked into the semi-open kitchen.

Six powerful stoves were lit simultaneously. Blue flames leaped up instantly, licking the bottom of the pot.

The heatwave spread through the kitchen.

Lin Fan remained calm as he picked up a handful of pale yellow handmade alkaline water and held a strainer in his right hand.

Add the noodles to boiling water. Stir with chopsticks to separate them.

Blanch for five seconds, then remove and quickly plunge into a basin of cold water for a quick rinse. The noodles will shrink and become firmer upon contact with the cold water.

Reheat by boiling water for three seconds.

Lin Fan exerted force with his wrist, causing the strainer to jiggle. Water droplets splashed. The noodles fell steadily into the blue-and-white porcelain bowl, each strand distinct.

Next to it is a century-old broth that has been simmering for three days and three nights. The broth is clear and has a very deep amber color.

A long-handled ladle scoops up a spoonful of boiling broth and pours it over the noodles.

"Sizzle—"

The noodles soaked up all the broth.

Turning around, I opened the braising pot. The rich aroma of spices, along with the savory smell of beef, wafted out.

Lin Fan picked up his long chopsticks and precisely picked out three square pieces of black mountain pork and two pieces of beef brisket with tendons.

The meat is tender and has a bright red color.

Place it on top. Sprinkle with a pinch of chopped green onions.

"The noodles are ready."

The whole process took less than twenty seconds.

The bespectacled man, carrying his noodles, found a seat against the wall.

The bowl was very hot.

He picked up his chopsticks and first took a piece of beef brisket.

The piece of meat was large. He was prepared to bite hard, but the moment his teeth touched the surface of the beef, the piece of brisket disintegrated in his mouth.

It was stewed until extremely tender. The beef tendon, however, retained a slightly chewy, gelatinous texture.

The meat juices burst open as you chew, savory, rich, and with a subtle, almost imperceptible, herbal sweetness.

The bespectacled man's eyes lit up.

Ignoring the heat, he picked up a large mouthful of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth.

The alkaline noodles are smooth and chewy, coated with the savory flavor of the broth.

He chewed and swallowed with gusto.

"Huff! Huff!"

The bespectacled man ate extremely quickly. The scalding hot noodles entered his stomach, turning into a warm current.

Sweat instantly poured from his forehead, dripping down his cheeks and landing on the table.

The back of the shirt was completely soaked with sweat.

Hot. Extremely hot.

But amidst this heat, there is an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

It's like running five kilometers in the sweltering heat of summer; after sweating profusely, all the toxins and dampness inside your body are expelled with the sweat.

"Awesome!" The young man picked up the large bowl and drank the last mouthful of noodle soup.

He put down the bowl and gasped for breath. Sweat stung his eyes.

He picked up a tissue from the table and wiped his face haphazardly.

The disappointment of not being able to buy plum juice was completely erased by this bowl of noodles.

The heavy, satisfying feeling in my stomach overwhelmed the high temperature outside.

The other diners in the restaurant were the same.

Everyone buried themselves in their food. The only sounds were the slurping of noodles and the clinking of chopsticks against porcelain bowls.

Everyone is sweating.

No one stopped eating.

But at this moment, Fatty Wang and a few others who had managed to grab the plum juice also sat down with their noodles.

Their way of eating is completely different.