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

Lin Fan washed his hands in the kitchen, tied on a white apron, and said in a calm tone, "Guests are always welcome. What would you like to eat today, Mr. Li?"

"Same as always, clear broth beef brisket noodles." Li Dayong pulled out a chair and sat down.

The college students who came in later were mostly here for the first time.

They stood in the hall, looking at the bluestone floor and the heavy solid wood tables and chairs, appearing somewhat reserved.

Especially when they saw the dishes worth several thousand yuan on the blackboard on the wall, the boys couldn't help but secretly gasp in amazement.

"Hey students, sit here. Scan the QR code on the corner of the table to order," Su Xiaoxiao greeted them warmly.

The college students found a long table, sat down, and huddled together, whispering about scanning the QR code.

"I told you, this place looked unusual. If it weren't for that 88-yuan rice bowl, I wouldn't have dared to even step inside."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. I skipped my 8 a.m. class to come here today. If it's not good, I'll lose a lot of money."

A boy looked up and carefully examined the small blackboard on the wall.

"Hey, look! There's a 'Heartbreakingly Delicious Fried Rice' on top, 50 yuan a serving!"

The guy next to him also brightened up: "Plus, the new mushroom and chicken rice bowl is 88 yuan. These two prices are just right for us!"

"Then let's switch orders," the other two boys immediately suggested. "Let's order two servings of fried rice and two servings of chicken rice bowls, and then we can share them and try them out, so we can taste both flavors."

"Okay, it's settled then."

A moment later, the printer at the front desk spit out the form with a "whoosh".

Lin Fan glanced at the order form in the open kitchen, and his hands began to move faster.

Making fried rice and making rice bowls require two completely different cooking times.

Lin Fan first took the leftover cold rice from last night. To make fried rice, the rice must be leftover from the previous night; only after the moisture has evaporated can the grains be separated when fried.

Beat the free-range eggs.

Lin Fan poured the pork fat from the black mountain pig into the wok and heated it until it smoked. With a flick of his wrist, the beaten egg fell into the wok, instantly expanding and bubbling. He then added the cold rice and stir-fried it quickly over high heat.

The wok flew through Lin Fan's hands, the spatula constantly breaking up the clumps of rice. The egg mixture coated each grain of rice evenly, turning the originally white rice into a golden yellow, making a soft "crackling" sound in the hot wok.

Finally, sprinkle with a handful of bright green chopped scallions, toss in the pan, and serve.

Two plates of golden, glistening fried rice, a masterpiece, were served, the aroma of scallions and pure egg filling the air.

Next up is making rice bowls.

Making rice bowls requires stir-frying over high heat and reducing the sauce until thick.

The chopped chicken thigh meat and Lingshan shiitake mushrooms were already prepared. Black mountain pork fat was put into the pot, scallions and ginger were sautéed until fragrant, and then the chicken and shiitake mushrooms were slid into the hot oil one by one, making a loud "sizzling" sound.

The range hood was humming, but a rich aroma of cooking oil and wild mushrooms still wafted from the kitchen into the living room.

Several college students who were looking down at their phones were startled by the aroma and looked up abruptly, unconsciously swallowing hard.

"Wow, this smell...it's something." A boy sniffed.

Ten minutes later, reduce the sauce over high heat.

The thick, glossy red sauce simmered at the bottom of the pot. Lin Fan deftly scooped the rice into a wide-mouthed bowl, then steadily topped it with a spoonful of meat and mushroom topping, and finally drizzled the soul-stirring sauce over it.

"Serve the food." Lin Fan pressed the bell.

Su Xiaoxiao carried a tray and delivered two servings of fried rice and two bowls of rice to the table of college students.

Enjoy your meal, everyone.

Several college students looked at the steaming hot food in front of them and picked up their spoons.

The boy who ordered the egg fried rice scooped up a big spoonful and put it in his mouth.

Holy crap!

The boy's eyes widened instantly, and a remark about his lack of education slipped out.

This fried rice is amazing. Every grain of rice is chewy and springy, coated with a layer of caramelized egg crumbs.

There are no random side dishes or heavy seasonings; it's just the purest aroma of carbohydrates and fats, which becomes more and more fragrant the more you chew.

Li Na, who was eating chicken rice next to her, was also so shocked that she couldn't speak.

The chicken is tender and juicy, the shiitake mushrooms are so plump they feel like abalone, and the rice is coated with a savory and slightly sweet sauce.

This rich flavor directly overwhelmed their taste buds, which were usually poisoned by the pre-packaged seasoning packets in takeout meals.

"Give me a taste of your fried rice!"

"Give me a slice of that shiitake mushroom!"

The young people didn't even have time to talk. They shared some food with each other, then lowered their heads and shoveled large spoonfuls of rice into their mouths.

For someone in their early twenties, a time when they are growing and have a big appetite, such hearty and delicious food is simply a delicacy.

In less than ten minutes, all four large bowls were emptied, so clean that they didn't even need to be washed.

"This money was well spent." A boy patted his stomach and burped. "I declare that from now on, this restaurant will be our dorm's designated cafeteria for improving our meals."

Business owners were whispering about the stock market and land, while college students were excitedly discussing elective courses and games. Two completely different circles were strangely blended together in this shop, without disturbing each other.

Lin Fan stood in the kitchen, preparing meals in an orderly manner.

Hearing the commotion outside, he washed his hands and dried them with a towel.

By 1 p.m., all the ingredients were sold out.

After seeing off the last group of diners who were still reluctant to leave, Su Xiaoxiao hung up the "Closed" sign and began cleaning the hall.

Lin Fan took off his apron and washed his hands.

I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was two in the afternoon.

Xingkong Early Education Center operates on winter hours, with classes ending at 3:30 PM.

It was still early, but Lin Fan didn't intend to just sit idly in the empty shop.

He picked up the black casual jacket hanging on the coat rack, put it on, and grabbed his car keys.

"Xiaoxiao, go back to school when you're done. I'll go pick up Tuantuan."

"Okay, Brother Lin."

……

As I pushed open the door and stepped outside, the cold wind of early winter blew in my face.

The leaves of the plane trees along the roadside were swirling in the wind, dancing on the curb.

Lin Fan got into the driver's seat of the Wuling Hongguang and started the engine.

The car drove out of Phoenix Golden Street and merged into the smooth traffic of the city, heading towards the Starry Sky Early Education Center.

2:40 PM.

The Wuling Hongguang was parked in the marked parking space outside the early childhood education center.

The gate was still tightly closed, but several cars had already parked one after another on both sides of the road.

Lin Fan got out of the car.

He walked to the plane tree next to the entrance of the early childhood education center and stood there. It was a sheltered corner with a wide view, and he could see the senior class as soon as the door opened.

A few minutes later, a black Volkswagen Magotan pulled up to a stop on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and Chu Jianming stepped out, wearing a dark gray casual jacket and carrying a stainless steel thermos with some paint chips.

"Good morning, Tuantuan's dad!" Chu Jianming closed the car door, walked to the sycamore tree, and greeted him with a smile.

"Yes, I came straight over as soon as I finished working at the shop." Lin Fan nodded, his tone calm.

The two stood side by side under the tree, chatting casually like ordinary parents.