Eight years have passed, he's still going strong, but his girlfriend is having a mental breakdo

Zhao Hongan had gray hair and looked quite old.

But he was tall and had an impressive presence.

Wearing an apron, she stood in front of the food cart, tossing the wok around in her hand, her movements practiced and fluid.

Riverside, sunset, food cart, uncle flipping a wok...

They formed a beautiful picture.

Su Wenqi paused for a moment, then smoothed a strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead with her hand.

Her family was poor, and she became self-reliant after going to university.

If there were no other options, who would be willing to start a business during university?

In one's life, university life lasts only four years, and these are the best four years of one's life.

Who wouldn't want to enjoy life at school?

Su Wenqi is very tired every day.

For some reason, this scene now brought her comfort, and her heart seemed to have calmed down considerably.

[Su Wenqi's favorability +10, current favorability 10.]

"It's okay."

Zhao Hongan smiled faintly.

"This pan is only half-cooked, let me finish it."

As he spoke, he tossed and turned the food in the wok.

"Wow, it smells so good."

Su Wenqi's gaze fell on the wok in Zhao Hongan's hand and she couldn't look away.

Was the fried rice in this wok made with the same wok and the same ingredients as the fried rice she made?

From afar, a fragrant aroma wafted into your nostrils, making your mouth water uncontrollably.

The fried rice, tumbling in the pan, was even more translucent, with each grain glistening.

Zhao Hongan's movements were fluid and graceful; this pot of fried rice was like a work of art.

In no time, the fried rice was ready.

Su Wenqi sells fried rice. She deals with fried rice every day and is already tired of eating it.

What they do, and what they don't like to eat.

It wasn't that Su Wenqi used unhygienic ingredients or that she couldn't eat them.

In fact, whether it's a food stall or a vegetable stall, most of the vendors are older and therefore less hygienic.

Because their daily habits are not hygienic enough.

For college students like Su Wenqi, the materials used are the most hygienic.

The problem is that Su Wenqi smells fried rice every day and is bothered by the smell. Plus, she makes fried rice every day and eats the most of it...

I'm really getting tired of it.

I lose my appetite when I see fried rice.

However, Zhao Hongan's fried rice actually whetted her appetite.

Su Wenqi felt her mouth overflowing with saliva and subconsciously swallowed.

Unfortunately, Zhao Hong'an seemed not to notice Su Wenqi's reaction and divided the fried rice in the pot into four portions, giving them to the four customers in line.

As the customer carried the fried rice away, Su Wenqi's eyes almost followed the fried rice in the customer's hand.

Zhao Hongan smiled, took off his apron, and handed it to Su Wenqi.

"It's up to you now."

"Thanks."

Su Wenqi accepted it and thanked her.

"Huh? Should we change the cook? Could this old man cook for us?"

"I want to eat the old man's."

"..."

The diners in line suddenly cried out in despair and pleaded with Zhao Hong'an to stay.

Zhao Hong'an cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to everyone.

She returned to Lin Wanqiu with a smile.

Lin Wanqiu had finished eating all the food on her plate, leaving not a single grain of rice. She was sitting there waiting for Zhao Hongan.

Seeing Zhao Hongan approach, he quickly said, "Eat quickly. Yours is getting cold."

"Um."

Zhao Hongan nodded and sat down.

He saw Lin Wanqiu holding a spoon, her eyes fixed on the fried rice on his plate.

Zhao Hongan smiled, picked up the plate, and gave half to Lin Wanqiu.

"I haven't eaten this fried rice yet, I'll share half with you."

"This...this is so embarrassing! Half a portion is hardly enough for you!"

Lin Wanqiu spoke modestly, but her eyes clearly lit up.

"It's alright. I ate a lot at lunch and haven't digested it yet. I'm getting old, I can't eat too much."

Zhao Hong'an had a kind face.

Lin Wanqiu was slightly taken aback, feeling a pang of heartache.

Zhao Hongan's physical condition and temperament are both excellent.

So much so that when Lin Wanqiu was with him, she always subconsciously forgot his age.

Thinking about it carefully, Zhao Hong'an is already sixty-eight years old after all...

Lin Wanqiu decided that she would treat Zhao Hongan better from now on.

She has feelings for Zhao Hong'an, and she should be more proactive in expressing them.

To avoid regrets.

Lin Wanqiu's favorability +1, currently at 90.

[Your target goddess, Lin Wanqiu, has achieved a favorability rating exceeding 90, a successful comeback! Congratulations, host, on receiving a special reward.]

[Special Reward 1: Lifespan +10 years, current lifespan remaining: 160.2 years.]

[Special Reward 2: Skill, Swordsmanship (LV3).]

[Special Reward 3: Universal Skill Activation Card *1, currently possesses 3 Universal Skill Activation Cards.]

[Special Reward 4: Skill Upgrade Card *5, currently possesses 18 Skill Upgrade Cards.]

[Special Bonus 5: Heir to Pictet Bank Switzerland (3%), with the exclusive right to inherit Pictet Bank Switzerland.]

Lin Wanqiu has finally succeeded in turning the tables.

Seeing the string of rewards that popped up on the system panel, Zhao Hong'an was in a great mood.

On the other side, Su Wenqi put on an apron and took the spatula.

She noticed that a few grains of fried rice remained on the wok.

Those few grains of rice were golden in color and crystal clear.

It makes people's appetites increase.

Su Wenqi scooped it up with a spatula, put it in her mouth, and chewed it gently, the aroma bursting on her tongue.

Su Wenqi's eyes widened suddenly.

too delicious.

It's fried rice again, the same wok, the same ingredients...

How come this uncle's cooking is so delicious?

Su Wenqi was shocked.

Can the difference in cooking skills between people really be that big?

[Su Wenqi's favorability +10, current favorability 20.]

"Uncle, you're not a Michelin-starred chef, are you?"

Su Wenqi looked at Zhao Hongan.

"A Michelin chef? Is a Michelin chef's dish more than a third of this?" Zhao Hongan asked casually.

After a moment of silence, the surroundings erupted in uproarious laughter.

"If Michelin serves fried rice, just a small amount, a shredded carrot, and a line of sauce drawn on the bottom of the plate, and it's served."

"Michelin-starred food can't compare to this uncle's fried rice. This uncle's fried rice is the best fried rice I've ever had... no, the best food I've ever eaten."

"..."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

This small bowl of fried rice was truly the best meal they had ever eaten.

[Su Wenqi's favorability +10, current favorability 30.]

Su Wenqi's favorability towards Zhao Hong'an skyrocketed.

"Uncle, would it be convenient to exchange contact information? If I have time, I would like to ask you for cooking advice... I apologize for being so presumptuous."

Su Wenqi was a little uneasy.

After all, she and that older man were not related.

Just because someone is good at cooking, you want to ask them for tips...

Their culinary skills must be something they can't just share casually, right?

"Hey, what's this? I'm getting old, I don't know how many more years I have left, I might be gone any day now. I'm happy that you young people are willing to learn this cooking skill... it's a way of passing it on."

Zhao Hong'an had a kind voice and a carefree demeanor.

"Uncle..."

Su Wenqi choked up.