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

"etc……"

Ye Weiguo raised his hand, stopping Qin Lang from clearing the table.

The old man's gaze passed over the pile of empty bowls, as if drawn by something, and settled on the white porcelain bowl on the corner of the table that Qin Lang had deliberately neglected.

The lid had been partially lifted, revealing a pool of crystal-clear, oil-free liquid and a lone cabbage heart floating in the water.

At first glance, it really looks exactly like boiled cabbage in plain water without salt, with very little steam rising, making it look rather bleak and poor.

Ye Weiguo frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.

Qin Lang had been observing Ye Lao's expression closely, and upon seeing Ye Lao's expression, his heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

"broken!"

Although Qin Lang was a big fan of Lin Fan, even he thought this dish was a disaster.

No matter how amazing Lin Fan's cooking skills are, he is still just a human being, and humans make mistakes sometimes.

If Lin Fan were to act impulsively today and pull off some kind of performance art, he would be incredibly embarrassed in front of this business tycoon!

The Ye Group's influence extends throughout the province. If Old Master Ye were to casually say "It's nothing special," how would Lin Fan's shop ever be able to survive in Jiangcheng again?

"Oh dear, Grandpa Ye, please don't look at that!"

Qin Lang reacted extremely quickly. Almost instinctively, he reached out and subtly pushed the bowl of "boiled cabbage in clear broth" further into the corner of the table, even using the vinegar pot to slightly block it, while chuckling and saying:

"That...that's probably a new dish that Boss Lin developed. He wanted me to try it today, but it's not finished yet!"

After saying that, he quickly changed the subject, grabbed a rag, wiped the table until it gleamed, and enthusiastically recommended it:

"Grandpa Ye, when you come here to eat, you have to look at the signboard! I'll have Boss Lin bring you a bowl of 'Supreme Clear Broth Beef Brisket Noodles' right now, along with a cup of that 'lifesaver' plum juice!"

"Oh, and we also need a Qiankun tea egg! That's the Lin family shop's signature dish; the taste is truly authentic!"

Ye Weiguo withdrew his gaze. Although he still had some doubts, he didn't delve into it further because Qin Lang was so strongly recommending other options.

After all, it was a restaurant strongly recommended by Lao Liu, so we had to give them some face and try the main dishes first.

"Alright." Ye Weiguo nodded and settled into the armchair.

"Since you and Lao Liu have been praising this noodle to the skies, then this old man will try it today and see if it's really that miraculous."

Seeing the old man sit down, Qin Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He then turned to Ye Wan'er, who stood to the side with a haughty expression, and asked with a grin:

"Miss Ye, what about you? Since you're already here, why not eat something? Or should I get you a bowl of noodles?"

"I won't eat it."

Ye Wan'er turned her head to the side, crossed her arms, and her disgust hadn't gone away yet.

"Just looking at these greasy carbohydrates makes me feel full."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you really won't eat it?"

Qin Lang shook his head with feigned regret, his expression incredibly irritating.

"That's such a pity. Some people, even if they fly halfway around the world, still have a 'Chinese stomach' when they come back, and they just have to pretend. If they smell something delicious later, don't try to steal Grandpa Ye's food."

"Qin Lang! You!" Ye Wan'er was so angry that her eyebrows shot up.

"Wan'er."

Ye Weiguo spoke up at this opportune moment, his voice gentle yet authoritative, "Since you're already here, just have something to eat. Sit with Grandpa for a while."

Since her grandfather had spoken, Ye Wan'er couldn't insist any further.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress her displeasure, and turned to look at Qin Lang, her gaze instantly sharpening:

"Alright, then I'll give Grandpa face."

She pointed a finger at Qin Lang, her tone icy and threatening:

"But Qin Lang, you know my personality. I can't tolerate any imperfections, and I'm especially picky about food."

"While I was there, I complained about and got several Michelin-starred chefs fired!"

"If this food doesn't taste good or has any hygiene issues, I'll say so right now!"

"Don't blame me for not giving you, the local 'big shot,' face and making your friend lose face!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Lang was not angry at all; instead, he was amused.

Complain about Lin Fan? Are you kidding me? You haven't tried it!

"Alright! Just you wait and see!"

Qin Lang clapped his hands. "You've eaten too much Western food over there, your taste buds are numb. Now that you're back, you should try the essence of our Chinese cuisine—rice!"

"Okay, I won't order noodles for you, I'm afraid you'll think it's not elegant to eat them. Instead, I'll order you a 'Heartbreakingly Delicious Fried Rice'! I guarantee it'll bring back your childhood memories!"

Ye Wan'er snorted coldly and remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Having dealt with these two troublemakers, Qin Lang dashed off to the food preparation area of ​​the open kitchen.

He poked his head in, lowered his voice, and said nervously to Lin Fan, who was busy at work:

"Brother Lin! Brother Lin! You'd better give it your all this time!"

Qin Lang pointed to the table behind him, "Those two are no ordinary people; they're the gods of wealth in Jiangcheng!"

"Especially that woman, she just came back from abroad, she has a really sharp tongue, she's a real nitpicker!"

"You absolutely mustn't let this noodle and rice down; you have to use the best ingredients and cook it to perfection!"

Lin Fan was chopping scallions when he heard this. He merely glanced at Qin Lang indifferently, and the knife in his hand fell like a blur, making a rhythmic thud.

"rest assured."

Lin Fan said calmly, "Here, there are no distinctions of status, only diners. What I make is the best for whoever it is for."

After saying that, he turned around and started operating the machine.

……

Five minutes later.

A steaming bowl of "Supreme Clear Broth Beef Brisket Noodles" and a plate of gleaming "Heartbreakingly Delicious Egg Fried Rice" were served.

The noodles are chewy, the soup is amber in color, and large chunks of beef brisket, red and white, are piled trembling in the bowl, exuding a rich meaty aroma.

The fried rice was perfectly separated, each grain coated in golden egg, seemingly glowing under the light, and adorned with vibrant green scallions, emitting an irresistible aroma.

"Grandpa Ye, your noodles. Miss Ye, your meal. Please enjoy!"

Qin Lang, like a professional waiter, stepped aside with a grin and waited to watch the show.

Ye Weiguo looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him, and his previously cloudy eyes brightened slightly.

"It looks quite good."

He picked up his chopsticks and first took a piece of beef brisket and put it in his mouth.

The meat melts in your mouth, tender yet with a chewy texture from the tendons, and the rich aroma of the braising sauce instantly fills your mouth.

Old Ye paused for a moment while chewing, then quickened his pace.

He took another sip of soup.

"Um……"

A satisfied hum escaped from the old man's nose.

"This side..."