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

"That's Phoenix Golden Street! Land is incredibly valuable! The rent alone is over a million! Lin Fan left with nothing, not even two thousand yuan to his name. How is he going to open a shop?"

"Besides, who is Ye Weiguo? Lin Fan's mediocre home-cooked cooking skills might fool his daughter, but to expect Ye Weiguo to bow to him? That's simply a fantasy!"

"Besides, Shen Man told me a couple of days ago that Lin Fan was selling cheap junk food for a few dollars at the night market and someone reported him."

On one side are down-on-their-luck night market vendors, and on the other side is a reclusive master chef who commands the respect of business titans.

The gap between them is greater than the distance between Switzerland and Jiangcheng.

"I guess it's a highly skilled person with the same surname, or a famous chef from the capital."

Su Qing made up her mind and looked at the blurry figure in the video, a complex emotion showing in her eyes.

"Same surname, different fates..."

She sighed and tossed her phone aside.

"We both have the surname Lin, but he was able to win over Ye Weiguo with his skills, while my ex-husband could only suffer with his daughter in the smoky night market."

Thinking of this, the slight guilt that Su Qing had felt because of the divorce dissipated considerably in an instant.

"Thank goodness we got divorced."

Su Qing stood up, walked to the French windows, and looked at the swirling snow outside, her eyes turning cold and sharp.

"If I don't leave, I'll still be dragged down by that unambitious man."

"And now, although it's difficult, at least I'm moving upwards."

She picked up her phone again and sent Wang Kai a message, her tone much warmer than before:

"Okay. When I get back to China, if I have time, we can go check out this shop together."

If we can get in touch with this "Boss Lin", we might be able to indirectly contact Ye Weiguo through him!

This might be her chance to salvage this failed fundraising attempt!

"Lin Family Shop..."

Su Qing murmured the name, her eyes flashing with the calculation and ambition of a businessman.

She was already planning what kind of generous gift she should prepare after returning to China to impress this mysterious chef and get him to introduce her to Ye Weiguo.

As for her ex-husband Lin Fan, who is currently setting up a stall at the night market?

She had long since forgotten about it.

That was just a stumbling block on her life's journey; once she kicked it away, it wasn't worth looking back at.

……

Jiangcheng, Phoenix Golden Street.

"Boss, is that all? Even a sip of soup would be appreciated!"

"Yeah, Mr. Lin, what time is it? Can't you add another hour? I've been queuing for two hours, and you're just letting me smell it?"

"Tomorrow! Tomorrow I'll definitely bring my bedding and sleep at the door!"

After seeing off the last group of diners who were reluctant to leave and even wanted to linger, peeking through the door frame, Lin Fan smiled and shook his head, gently but firmly asking them to leave.

He raised his hand and glanced at the clock on the wall.

The clock hands pointed precisely to one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Splash—"

With a sharp metallic scraping sound, the roller shutter was pulled down halfway without hesitation, leaving only a small gap for ventilation. In that instant, the still somewhat sweltering evening breeze, the noisy voices, and countless prying eyes outside were all shut out from the world.

Inside the store, the light suddenly dimmed, and it fell silent instantly.

Only the central air conditioning was still tirelessly blowing out cold air, and the artificial stream was babbling softly.

Qin Lang, this "unofficial laborer," was already too tired to speak and was slumped in his chair, gulping down cold water.

By the window, Ye Weiguo had fully recovered his energy and spirit.

That bowl of "boiled cabbage in clear broth" not only cured his stomach but also seemed to awaken his long-dormant vitality.

The old man was leaning back in his armchair, his hands folded on the dragon head of his cane, his eyes fixed intently on Lin Fan, who was taking off his apron and preparing to "go home."

"Boss Lin, you're leaving already?"

Ye Weiguo was somewhat surprised; his aged voice sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet shop.

With business booming like this, normally any other business owner would be working non-stop, 24/7, practically scrambling to make money. But this young man is different; he shuts off the stove precisely when the time is up, not lingering for even a minute longer?

This composure deepened the admiration in Old Master Ye's eyes.

"In my life, I've waited for countless people, but it's always been others waiting for me, never me waiting for others. But you are the only one for whom I'm willing to wait and feel that the time was well spent."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan simply smiled and said, "I'm glad you're enjoying your meal."

"Oh, right."

Lin Fan pointed to the clock on the wall and said without turning his head:

"My daughter, Tuantuan, is still waiting for me at home. She's growing a lot and can't go hungry. I have to rush back to cook for her."

In his view, no matter how big the business was, nothing was more important than his daughter being hungry.

However, just as he was preparing to ask them to leave.

"etc!"

When Ye Wan'er saw Lin Fan about to leave, she quickly stood up and blocked his way.

Ye Wan'er straightened her slightly wrinkled business suit, raised her chin slightly, and instantly regained the competence and strength unique to heiresses.

Her beautiful eyes looked directly at Lin Fan. "Boss Lin, now that we're done with our work, let's get straight to the point."

Lin Fan stopped, frowned slightly, and glanced at the road blocked in his path: "Miss Ye, is there something you need?"

"Of course it's something, and it's a big deal concerning your future."

Ye Wan'er pointed to the sprightly Ye Weiguo behind her, her tone becoming serious:

"You've seen my grandfather's condition. Although he miraculously improved after eating your food today and his appetite has returned, the doctor said that this illness requires long-term, meticulous dietary adjustments; it can't be completely resolved with just one meal."

Then, as if issuing a notice, Ye Wan'er spoke with an air of superiority that left no room for argument:

"Therefore, after careful consideration, our Ye family would like to formally hire you."

"Hire?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

"That's right."

Ye Wan'er stepped forward: "Be my grandfather's private chef. As for this restaurant... I think you don't need to keep it open anymore."

Ye Wan'er held up one finger and pointed to the not-so-large shop:

"I know your shop is booming, with a lot of revenue every day. But you also know how tiring it is."

"I've been watching you for a while now. When you get busy, you barely have time to drink water, and you have to serve hundreds of all kinds of people. It's all smoke and fire, and you're completely overdrawing your life."

"But if you come to the Ye family, you only need to be responsible for my grandfather's three meals a day."

Ye Wan'er paused for a moment, then added, "As for the treatment, just name your price."