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

"Brother Lin, a bowl of clear soup noodles and a serving of minced meat stuffed tofu."

Upon hearing the order, Lin Fan replied, "Received."

Ye Wanxing sat in the corner, her hands in her pockets.

When she goes out to eat, her biggest concerns are privacy and hygiene.

As a public figure, even when she goes to a private club with tight security and where the average cost per person is several thousand yuan, she will subconsciously observe whether the tableware and environment are clean.

Small restaurants like these, located on old streets, usually have kitchens full of grease and unpleasant smells. No matter how good the food is, it's enough to make her lose her appetite.

If she hadn't been chased by paparazzi today, she would never have stepped into a place like this.

But this store is different.

Although she deliberately kept her head down, her gaze couldn't help but drift past her high collar and land on the male owner in the open kitchen.

Through the bright glass, she could clearly see the entire process of Lin Fan cooking.

The open kitchen was spotless.

The stainless steel countertop was polished to a shine, the cutting board and knives were neatly arranged, and there wasn't a single piece of trash on the floor, not even a trace of excess water or oil.

This level of cleanliness even surpasses that of many so-called high-end restaurants.

The man was wearing a clean white shirt with a white apron tied around his neck.

With fluid movements, the knife swiftly and skillfully cut a piece of tender white tofu into small cubes.

Using a spoon to dig a hole and fill it with minced meat, each step is executed with a smooth and effortless motion.

Having spent too long in this superficial circle, Ye Wanxing had seen too many people around her who deliberately tried to attract attention.

But the restaurant owner in front of me has a quality that makes people feel calm.

He seemed completely unconcerned about who was sitting outside or how good business was; all his attention was focused on the cutting board and the frying pan in his hand.

Heat a frying pan and add oil.

The tofu cubes stuffed with minced meat slid into the pot along the bottom.

"Sizzle—"

A crisp crackling sound filled the kitchen with the aroma of meat.

As Ye Wanxing smelled the aroma wafting over, her stomach, quite uncooperatively, let out a loud, protesting rumble.

She instinctively reached out and covered her stomach; she hadn't felt this intense hunger in a long time.

The atmosphere in the shop was relaxed. Several middle-aged men at the next table were chatting loudly, while a man in a military overcoat was sweating profusely as he ate, repeatedly praising how delicious the tofu was.

Behind the cashier, a little girl was drawing with watercolors, and a chubby orange cat was lying at her feet.

Less than fifteen minutes.

"Serve the food."

Lin Fan pressed the bell.

Su Xiaoxiao walked over with a tray and placed a bowl of steaming clear soup noodles and a plate of glistening minced meat stuffed tofu in front of Ye Wanxing.

"Eat your noodles and tofu while they're hot."

Ye Wanxing whispered "Thank you".

After Su Xiaoxiao left, she looked around again to make sure everyone's attention was on their own rice bowls and no one was staring at her.

She then slowly took off her baseball cap and placed it aside, and reached out to pull down her black mask.

What was revealed was a face that was fair and delicate, without any makeup.

Because of the wind outside and low blood sugar, her face looked sickly pale.

She picked up the chopsticks from the table.

As an entertainer, controlling carbohydrate intake is an instinct ingrained in my bones.

She didn't touch the bowl of clear soup noodles first, but instead focused her gaze on the plate of minced meat stuffed tofu.

Several pieces of tofu were neatly arranged on a long, narrow white porcelain plate.

The surface is covered with a thick, glossy broth.

The outer skin was pan-fried until slightly golden brown, exuding an enticing aroma, while the meat filling inside emitted the unique sweet and savory scent of black mountain pork.

Ye Wanxing picked up a piece, blew on the hot surface, and carefully took a small bite.

The moment her teeth touched the tofu, she froze.

The texture of this tofu completely overturned her understanding.

The outer skin has a slightly charred and chewy texture, but once you bite into it, the inside is as soft and tender as if you were eating a lump of piping hot soy milk.

The rich pores inside the handmade stone-ground tofu have long been soaked with the broth and meat juices that seeped in during the cooking process.

As she gently squeezed her teeth, a rich and sweet broth burst open in her mouth, so hot that she couldn't help but gasp.

Take another bite of the meat filling wrapped in the middle.

The minced meat was firm and chewy, without any greasiness from the fat, only the natural sweetness of the meat itself.

The rich aroma of animal fat and the fresh fragrance of soybeans blend perfectly together, resulting in a surprisingly refreshing flavor that is not greasy at all.

Ye Wanxing unconsciously increased her chewing speed.

As the warm stuffed tofu slid down my esophagus into my empty stomach, an indescribable sense of comfort arose.

The system's recipes are mild, making this dish very easy to digest.

The warm tofu and broth felt like a pair of hands, gently soothing her stomach, which was slightly tight from hunger and cold.

A sense of comfort and warmth washed over me from the inside out.

Ye Wanxing swallowed hard, no longer caring about her figure or her composure.

He reached for the plate again with his chopsticks, picked up a second piece, and put it in his mouth.

One after another.

The soft tofu and the savory meat filling intertwined in her mouth, and the warmth in her stomach grew stronger, gradually dispelling the fatigue she had accumulated over the years and the panic she had just experienced while dodging the paparazzi.

The six pieces of stuffed tofu on the plate were quickly eaten up.

She looked at the little bit of thick broth left at the bottom of the plate, hesitated for a second, then picked up the plate and poured all the broth into the bowl of clear soup noodles.

Use chopsticks to mix the noodles and broth, then pick up a large mouthful and slurp it into your mouth.

The noodles are chewy and coated with the savory flavor of minced meat and broth, making them irresistible.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and a blush appeared on her pale cheeks.

Ye Wanxing only put down her chopsticks and let out a long breath when there wasn't a single drop of soup left in the bowl.

She leaned back in the wooden chair, feeling as comfortable as if she had been soaking in warm water.

My stomach felt heavy, full of the satisfaction that food brings.

The tofu, priced at 328 yuan a serving, and the clear soup noodles, priced at 188 yuan, are not expensive at all.

She picked up a tissue from the table and carefully wiped her mouth.

My gaze fell once again on the man in the open kitchen who was wiping the cutting board with his head down.

This unassuming little street-side shop makes clean and pure food that makes you feel especially at ease when you eat it.

This was a feeling she had never experienced in those upscale Western restaurants that emphasized plating and a sense of ceremony.

Ye Wanxing put on a mask, put her baseball cap back on her head, and pulled the brim down.

She stood up, picked up her bag, and walked towards the cashier.

Su Xiaoxiao was checking the accounts behind the counter, while Tuantuan was drawing next to her.

Ye Wanxing glanced at the little girl drawing, her gaze softening.

She didn't make a sound to disturb them, but simply walked to the glass of the open kitchen and stopped.

"Boss." Ye Wanxing's voice was soft as she spoke through the glass.