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

The father and daughter sat in the quiet hall, eating a steaming hot dinner.

Outside the door, streetlights lit up one by one, casting long shadows of pedestrians.

After dinner, Lin Fan cleaned up the dishes and then completely pulled down and locked the roller shutter door.

Lin Fan led Tuantuan upstairs to wash up, listening to the little girl chattering away in bed about the stories from her picture book that day. He leaned against the bedside with a gentle expression.

The cold wind outside the window blew against the glass, but the small second-floor bedroom was filled with a cozy warmth.

Silent all night.

……

The next morning, the temperature in Jiangcheng dropped two degrees, and the air was dry and cold.

At 6:30 in the morning, Lin Fan opened his eyes on time.

He quietly lifted the covers and got out of bed, glancing at Tuantuan who was still fast asleep.

The little girl was curled up in the blankets, with only her rosy cheeks showing, and her breathing was even.

The shrimp dumplings curled up at her feet, the two of them, one big and one small, sleeping soundly.

Lin Fan didn't wake her. After washing up and changing into clean clothes, he quietly went downstairs.

The lobby on the first floor still carried the chill of last night. Lin Fan walked to the corner, turned on the heater in the shop, and then pushed open the door to the kitchen.

With a thought, he entered the farm and transported out all the black mountain pork, beef shank, soybeans, and fresh vegetables he needed for the day in batches.

Just as I finished arranging the ingredients neatly on the countertop, a soft knock came from the iron gate in the back alley.

Lin Fan walked over and unplugged the latch. Su Xiaoxiao, wrapped in a long black down jacket, her nose red from the cold, carrying two cups of hot soy milk, came in, bringing with her a chill.

"Good morning, Brother Lin. The wind outside is like a knife, it's so cold." Su Xiaoxiao put the two plastic cups she was carrying on the table while changing her shoes. "I just bought some hot soy milk from the breakfast cart at the street corner, have a sip while it's hot to warm yourself up."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan turned his head and glanced at the two cups of thin, white soy milk on the table.

"Just leave it there. The soy milk sold outside is all made from soy milk powder mixed with water, drink less of it."

Lin Fan took a dry towel and wiped his hands. "If you want some soy milk, go to the thermos over there and pour it in. It's freshly made."

Su Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction Lin Fan pointed.

A large stainless steel insulated container was placed on the long table.

She walked over with some curiosity and unscrewed the heavy bucket lid.

As soon as the lid was opened, a rich, mellow steam carrying the original aroma of whole grains rushed out, instantly dispelling the chill on her face.

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up instantly.

Yesterday at noon, she benefited from Tuantuan's kindness and drank the pure soy milk that Brother Lin personally ground.

The rich aroma of soybeans and the silky texture made her feel like she was chewing wax when she ate at the school cafeteria last night.

She quickly pushed the cheap soy milk in her hand aside, ran to the sterilizer to get a clean white porcelain bowl, and eagerly unscrewed the lid of the thermos.

Su Xiaoxiao happily scooped up a full bowl, blew on the steam, and gulped down a big mouthful.

The piping hot soy milk slid down my esophagus into my stomach, and the rich, oily aroma of the golden soybeans spread between my lips and teeth, instantly warming me from the inside out.

"Brother Lin, you got up early again to make soy milk?" Su Xiaoxiao held the warm porcelain bowl and gently blew on the steam rising from the surface.

"I had some leftover soybeans from yesterday, so I ground them up." Lin Fan said casually as he walked to the kitchen and continued slicing ginger on the cutting board.

Su Xiaoxiao gulped down three large mouthfuls and let out a long, comfortable sigh.

"Your skills are amazing. If you sold steamed buns with this soy milk in the morning, our shop would be completely overrun by those foodies from Jiangcheng University."

"Too much trouble, not for sale." Lin Fan didn't even look up. "Drink up and get back to work."

Su Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue and happily drank the rest of the soy milk clean, feeling full of energy.

The two of them busied themselves in the kitchen in an orderly manner.

Lin Fan took the beef shank that he had braised in the system the night before out of the big pot.

After soaking overnight, the rich braising liquid has completely seeped into the texture of the meat.

He took the wide-backed cleaver, and as he cut into the meat, the firm texture revealed a beautiful amber color through the translucent tendon in the middle.

On the other side of the stove, the broth in the stainless steel pot had been brought to a boil again, bubbling with thick white foam, and the rich aroma of bone broth wafted out through the exhaust vent of the range hood.

at this time.

Outside Qianmen, on Phoenix Golden Street.

The sky was beginning to brighten, and the streetlights had just been turned off. A cold wind swirled a few withered yellow sycamore leaves across the bluestone slabs.

Outside the tightly closed roller shutter door of the Lin family shop, there were already four or five people standing sparsely.

Li Dayong's bald head looked especially cold in the cold wind.

He had a thick woolen scarf wrapped around his neck, his hands were shoved tightly into the pockets of his military overcoat, and he was stamping his feet on the spot while trying to strike up a conversation with Chairman Chen next to him.

"Old Chen, this weather is getting colder and colder." Li Dayong exhaled a puff of white breath.

"But you, the big boss, are really going all out today. Instead of lying in a warm bed in the dead of winter, you actually arrived two minutes earlier than me."

Chairman Chen was wearing a dark, high-end wool coat, and even with leather gloves on, he was freezing.

"Can we not fight?" Chairman Chen straightened his collar, which had been ruffled by the wind, and looked at the tightly closed roller shutter door.

"Old Lin made thirty servings of that minced meat stuffed tofu yesterday. I ate it yesterday and savored it all afternoon. I made a point of queuing up early today, afraid that if I was a step too late, I wouldn't even get a sip of soup."

"Who says otherwise?" Li Dayong touched his bald head.

"After eating that tofu yesterday, I felt really comfortable all night. I have to have another serving today to make it even better. If it weren't for this food, who would come here so early in the morning to starve?"

As the two were chatting, Li Dayong casually turned his head and glanced at the people lined up behind them.

The woman was wearing a large, bulky, long black down jacket and a black baseball cap with the brim pulled very low.

Most of his face was covered by a black medical mask, his hands were in his pockets, and his shoulders were slightly hunched, making him look very cold.

Li Dayong felt that the outfit looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was the female customer who had sat in the corner yesterday noon and finished her tofu soup noodles.

Yesterday they were bundled up like dumplings, and this morning they're queuing up again.

This woman was none other than Ye Wanxing.

Ye Wanxing stood at the back of the line, the cold wind making her shiver slightly, but she showed no impatience, her eyes instead revealing a hint of expectation.

After having dinner here last night, she had a rare good night's sleep when she got home.

When she woke up and washed up, she looked at the natural, healthy blush on her face in the mirror and could hardly believe her eyes.

As a female celebrity who has long relied on dieting to maintain her figure, she knows all too well how rare it is to have such a healthy and vibrant state of being.

So she lay in bed and carefully checked the information about "Lin Family Shop on Phoenix Golden Street" on her phone.

There aren't many posts online; most are just scattered sharing from local foodies on forums or Xiaohongshu.

She didn't know until she checked that she had stumbled into a store yesterday.