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

Lin Fan took a tissue, wiped his hands, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Moreover, making this stone-ground tofu takes a lot of time and effort."

"From soaking the beans, grinding them, filtering the residue, to watching over the boiling, adding the brine, and pressing the mixture."

"The whole process takes up most of the morning. If I were to sell it for tens of yuan a serving, I wouldn't even earn back the effort I put into grinding the grain, so it's better not to sell it at all."

Su Xiaoxiao listened and nodded in deep agreement.

She could clearly smell it in the lobby just now; the pure aroma of soybeans from the kitchen couldn't be produced by simply grinding them a couple of times with a machine.

"Yeah, you get what you pay for."

Su Xiaoxiao picked up the spoon, scraped the last bit of rice from the bottom of the bowl, and put it in her mouth.

"Anyway, there are plenty of customers in the store who don't mind spending money. As long as the products are good and can satisfy their stomachs, they'll fight over anything, no matter how expensive it is, let alone 328."

Next to her, Tuantuan had finished eating.

The little girl had a rare good appetite today, and her tummy was slightly bulging from eating so much.

She put down the small wooden spoon in her hand and watched Lin Fan and Su Xiaoxiao start to clear the table. She also nimbly slid off the chair and picked up the small white porcelain bowl she had used with her two little hands.

"Dad, I'm all grown up now, let me help you wash the dishes."

Seeing his daughter's enthusiasm, Lin Fan didn't stop her.

"Okay, let's go to the kitchen."

Lin Fan took a small red plastic stool and placed it steadily in front of the stainless steel water tank.

Tuantuan stepped on it, and the height was just enough to reach the faucet.

Lin Fan carefully rolled up the sleeves of her sweater to her elbows, revealing a section of her fair and tender arms.

Su Xiaoxiao watched from the side and couldn't help but laugh. She then squeezed some dish soap onto a sponge.

"Then let's divide the work among the three of us. I'll be in charge of making the bubbles, Tuantuan will be in charge of rinsing with water, and Brother Lin will be in charge of drying."

"Okay!" Tuantuan nodded seriously.

Su Xiaoxiao quickly brushed a layer of white foam onto the oil-stained plate and handed it to Tuantuan in the middle.

Tuantuan held the plate in both hands and placed it under the tap.

The water flow was very gentle, and the warm water washed away the foam.

The little girl washed the plate very carefully, her big eyes fixed on it until it was spotless, before handing it to Lin Fan next to her.

Lin Fan took the plate, picked up a clean, dry towel, wiped the water stains off it little by little, and then placed it on the drainer above his head.

The sound of flowing water was loud and clear.

Three people stood in front of the kitchen counter, like an assembly line.

No one spoke; only the sounds of porcelain plates clattering and water flowing filled the air.

Tuantuan occasionally played in the water, blowing bubbles onto Su Xiaoxiao's apron. Su Xiaoxiao deliberately touched the tip of Tuantuan's nose with her wet finger, making the little girl giggle.

After washing the last dish, Lin Fan turned off the tap and used a hot towel to dry Tuantuan's hands.

"Little one."

"The shop is closed today. Go back to school and rest early. We'll have to open as usual tomorrow."

"I'm not tired." Su Xiaoxiao neatly placed the clean white porcelain plate on the stainless steel rack above.

"I had my roommate answer my questions for my elective class this afternoon."

"I'll go chop up the scallions and garlic for you in a bit. I'm off today, but there will definitely be a lot of people coming tomorrow."

Lin Fan nodded and didn't refuse. The two of them working together did indeed make the task much faster.

The two were working efficiently and methodically in the kitchen.

Lin Fan neatly arranged the tofu blocks with the holes dug in the container, then covered the minced meat with water with plastic wrap and placed it in the refrigerator to stand at a low temperature.

Soon, all the food preparation was completed.

Su Xiaoxiao took off her apron, washed her hands, and mopped the floor of the hall again.

"Brother Lin, I'll head back to school now. I'll come over at six tomorrow morning." Su Xiaoxiao slung her canvas bag over her shoulder and pushed open the back door.

"Drive carefully."

……

The next morning.

The early winter in Jiangcheng was dry and biting.

As dawn broke, there were few pedestrians on the streets, and the plane trees on both sides of the road were bare, swaying slightly in the cold wind.

Phoenix Golden Street was deserted, but three or four people were already standing outside the tightly closed roller shutter door of the Lin family shop.

Li Dayong had a thick, dark gray woolen scarf wrapped around his neck, his hands tightly tucked into his pockets, stamping his feet in the cold wind as he complained to Chairman Chen beside him.

"Oh dear, Old Lin's shop was closed for a day, and my stomach has been empty for a whole day. Nothing tastes good."

Chairman Chen was wearing a dark, high-end wool coat. Although he was wearing leather gloves, he was still freezing in the drafty air, and his nose was even a little red.

"Whenever Boss Lin closes down, there's always a reason why."

"You should be grateful. The fact that he sent a message in the group today saying that business has resumed means that our freezing was not in vain."

Chairman Chen exhaled a puff of white breath, his eyes fixed on the roller shutter door in front of him.

Just then, a metallic clanging sound came from inside the roller shutter.

"Splash—"

Lin Fan held the bottom of the roller shutter with both hands and pushed it up.

The warm air inside the shop, mixed with the faint aroma of broth, instantly wafted over, dispelling much of the chill from outside.

Lin Fan held a small blackboard in his hand, turned around and hung it on the wall by the door.

"Old Lin, the door's finally open!"

Li Dayong was the first to rush into the hall, found a seat near the heater as if he knew the way well, and rubbed his frozen hands.

"Quick, quick, get me a bowl of premium beef noodles. I need some hot soup to warm my stomach today!"

Chairman Chen followed him in and was about to order when his gaze inadvertently fell on the small blackboard by the door.

He froze for a moment.

At the very bottom of the blackboard, a new line of words was neatly written in chalk:

【Premium Minced Meat Stuffed Tofu: NT$328 per serving.】

"Old Lin, are there any new dishes?" Chairman Chen pointed to the blackboard, his tone revealing a hint of surprise.

Lin's Shop rarely introduces new dishes, but whenever they do, they are always exceptionally good.

Upon hearing that new dishes were being served, Li Dayong immediately jumped up from his chair and rushed to the blackboard.

Upon seeing the prices on the panel, I exclaimed, "Minced meat stuffed tofu? Three hundred and twenty-eight yuan a serving?"

Li Dayong chuckled, put his hands in his coat pockets, and half-jokingly teased:

"Boss Lin, you're getting sharper and sharper with each stroke!"

Lin Fan was standing in the kitchen, turning on the stove to heat the large soup pot. Hearing this, he didn't even look up, focusing intently on adjusting the heat of the stove.

"Traditional handmade stone-ground tofu, made with the foreleg meat of Black Mountain pigs."

Lin Fan's tone was calm and indifferent, without any hint of sales pitch. "We only have thirty servings a day, no pressure."

Hearing Lin Fan's unyielding tone, Li Dayong not only wasn't angry, but burst into laughter. He was already used to Lin Fan's temper.

In Jiangcheng, everyone else who opens their doors to do business greets customers with a smile, but the Lin family's shop is different; they take it or leave it.

But everything produced by the Lin family shop is exceptionally good value for money.