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

This wine is not only sold as a standalone item in the store, but it is also an indispensable top-grade cooking wine for making hearty dishes and stewing large pieces of meat.

A single drop of good wine can completely mask the fishy smell of a pot of meat and elevate its umami flavor to a whole new level.

Lin Fan, carrying a white porcelain pot full of aged wine, turned and walked out of the brewing area of ​​Tiangongfang.

The wind blows across the entire red soil of the farm, and the newly planted purple jade winter bamboo shoots and alpine snowberries have already sprouted obvious green buds.

He picked up the wine and logged out of the system space.

In reality, the kitchen remained quiet.

Several heavy white porcelain wine jugs suddenly appeared on the cutting board, and the rich aroma of wine could be faintly smelled through the corks.

Lin Fan neatly arranged the wine jugs on the temperature-controlled storage shelf next to the freezer.

Tomorrow morning when we open the door, there will be another impressive item added to the blackboard.

He washed his hands, wiped the water off the countertop with a rag, and turned off the kitchen lights.

Upon reaching the lobby, Lin Fan pushed open the door and locked the glass door behind him.

The early winter night wind brushed against my face, its dry chill biting.

Lin Fan got into the Wuling Hongguang van parked in the back alley and started the engine. The car drove out of Phoenix Golden Street and headed towards Jinmao Mansion.

Half an hour later, the car was parked in the underground garage of Jinmao Mansion.

Lin Fan took the elevator directly to the 26th floor.

Pushing open the door, I saw that the underfloor heating had been on all along, and warm air rushed in.

But the 200-square-meter apartment felt quite empty at the moment.

There was no sound of cartoons playing on the TV, nor the sound of a little girl running towards us with her strawberry bear.

Lin Fan stood by the bed and stared at the empty bed for a while.

Rationally, he knew that Su Qing was bound to lose this time.

But before the child was actually brought back, as a father, looking at the house without his daughter, he still felt a real sense of emptiness and chill in his heart.

He took off his coat and lay down on the bed next to him.

After a busy day, from the court hearing in the morning to the rush to collect evidence in the evening, my nerves finally relaxed, and sleepiness quickly washed over me.

The next morning.

The city of Wuhan was blessed with a rare sunny day in early winter. Sunlight streamed into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dispelling any chill.

The temperature was still very low, and a thin layer of frost flowers had formed on the windowpane.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Lin Fan woke up on time and finished washing up.

I put on that black casual jacket, grabbed my car keys, and headed out.

The Wuling Hongguang drove out of the gate of Jinmao Mansion residential area.

Lin Fan turned the steering wheel and drove along the route he took every day to Jin Street.

At a fork in the road just before entering the main urban road, he skillfully turned the steering wheel and the car turned into a relatively secluded section of road.

We drove for less than ten minutes and arrived at the transit warehouse with high walls.

This route was one he had specifically chosen.

From Jinmao Mansion to the shop, you can easily take a short detour from this location and conveniently load the daily ingredients into your car. The route is perfect and doesn't waste any time.

The surrounding area was deserted, and the cold wind rustled through the withered grass.

Lin Fan got out of the car and unlocked the padlock on the large iron gate. After driving the car into the wasteland, he turned around and locked the iron gate from the inside.

Walk to the gray steel structure warehouse in the center of the site and pull open the roller shutter door.

The warehouse was brightly lit. Dust-proof partitions clearly divided the space.

Lin Fan took off his coat and draped it over the rack next to him.

He walked over, grabbed a 50-pound sack of Xiangshui tribute rice with both hands, lifted it up with force, carried it steadily on his shoulder, strode to the warehouse door, and placed the sack heavily in the trunk of his Wuling Hongguang van.

Then came the second bag, and the third bag.

The carriage was packed to the brim.

Pushing the last basket of vegetables into the carriage, Lin Fan straightened up and exhaled a puff of white breath.

He pulled down the warehouse shutter door and locked it. He put on his jacket and got into the driver's seat.

As the car drove out of the large iron gate, Lin Fan got out and reattached the lock.

With a deep roar, the Wuling Hongguang, fully loaded with top-quality ingredients, drove along the main road towards Phoenix Golden Street.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The Wuling Hongguang was parked in its designated parking space in the back alley of Phoenix Golden Street.

Lin Fan pushed open the back door of the shop and carried the ingredients into the kitchen, basket by basket.

In the lobby, Su Xiaoxiao had already finished cleaning.

Seeing Lin Fan carrying things in from the backyard, Su Xiaoxiao quickly put down her rag and ran over to help.

"Brother Lin, you went to buy supplies this morning?" Su Xiaoxiao lifted a basket of cabbages with difficulty and placed it next to the kitchen counter. "It's so cold, and you're carrying so much stuff all by yourself."

"I'm used to it. It's good to stretch my muscles." Lin Fan said calmly as he stuffed a whole piece of black mountain pork into the large freezer.

Su Xiaoxiao turned around to move another constant-temperature storage box. As soon as she got close, her nose twitched involuntarily twice.

"The smell of alcohol is so strong..." Su Xiaoxiao looked at the white porcelain wine jugs in the box, which were sealed tightly with corks, with some surprise.

"Brother Lin, are you ready to serve drinks?"

"Yes. Pure grain aged liquor. It's cold, so it's for our guests to improve blood circulation and ward off the cold."

Lin Fan dried his hands with a towel, walked behind the bar, and hung up his coat.

He picked up the chalk box and walked to the small blackboard on the wall. Below the existing menu, he smoothly added a new line of text.

"Traditional Cellar-Aged Craft Beer: 1288 RMB/bottle (half a jin)"

Su Xiaoxiao had just picked up the tablet to place her order when she looked up and saw the new words on the blackboard. Her eyes widened instantly.

"One thousand two hundred and eighty-eight...?"

This price is significantly higher than many well-known vintage wines available elsewhere.

But after spending a long time at the Lin family's shop, she knew that anything the owner brought out, even a glass of water, was absolutely worth its price.

9:30.

Su Xiaoxiao walked to the front door and opened the glass door latch.

"Good morning, everyone. Please enter in order."

Chairman Chen and Li Dayong walked at the front.

As if they had planned it together, the two of them have been arriving right on time every morning since Lin Fan opened the shop.

"Xiao Su, the usual, clear broth beef brisket noodles." Li Dayong found a seat near the heater and glanced at the blackboard as usual.

His gaze instantly fixed on the newly added chalk writing at the end of the blackboard.

"Traditional Cellar-Aged Craft Beer: 1288 RMB/bottle (half a jin)"

Li Dayong was stunned for a moment, then quickly went through the accounts in his mind.

He was also a regular customer in the business world.

Putting aside the fact that this price is almost as high as what you'd find elsewhere, if it were in another store, would they dare to price a bottle of unpackaged, bulk liquor at such an exorbitant price?

Li Dayong was determined to overturn the table. Did he think that Li Dayong, the coal boss, was a fool with too much money?

But this is the Lin family shop.

Li Dayong touched the thick gold chain around his neck.

He knew Lin Fan's temperament all too well. This boss never did anything fancy or pretentious. If he dared to put a sky-high price on the blackboard, then it was definitely worth the price.

Moreover, he had worked in mines and mining areas in Shanxi Province in his early years and knew that the old miners all had a traditional remedy.