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

A bowl of fried rice costs 88 yuan, and a serving of tofu costs 328 yuan.

The owner has a strange temper, limits the supply every day, and closes the shop once it's sold out. He never cares about the customers' mood, and even real estate tycoons from Jiangcheng have to wait in line obediently.

Seeing the almost fanatical reviews from the diners, Ye Wanxing finally confirmed that her improved health yesterday was definitely not an illusion, and the owner of that small shop was indeed very skilled.

Besides, I really can't forget the soft, sweet taste of that plate of minced meat stuffed tofu.

Moreover, this morning, she specifically canceled a script reading session.

He had his assistant drive the van around the company to distract the paparazzi, while he himself was fully disguised and took a taxi early in the morning to queue up.

Just to grab one of the thirty servings of stuffed tofu available that day.

Ye Wanxing was looking down, pondering whether she should order another bowl of noodles later, when suddenly the light in front of her dimmed.

She looked up warily.

Then she saw the bald man in the military overcoat who was in front of her in line. He had somehow come over and was staring at her from head to toe.

Ye Wanxing's heart tightened instantly, and she subconsciously pulled her collar up and took half a step back.

Could I have been recognized? That shouldn't be the case. I didn't even wear eyeliner today; I'm completely bare-faced and covered up so thoroughly.

Li Dayong rubbed his smooth head, took two steps closer, and said with a smile, "Hey girl, you look familiar."

Ye Wanxing's eyelids twitched, but she didn't reply, her eyes showing a hint of wariness.

Li Dayong, oblivious to her nervousness, continued, "Your eyebrows and eyes look remarkably like that big star who acts in period dramas on TV... what's her name again?"

"Yes, Ye Wanxing! My wife watches that palace drama she's in every day at home. Even I, who don't like watching TV, think you two have exactly the same eyes."

Sometimes it's impossible to guard against. If someone recognizes you here and takes a few photos of you without makeup, queuing to eat at a roadside restaurant, and posts them online, the company's public relations team will have a major headache.

However, as a professional actress, she has long since developed a strong mental fortitude.

She didn't panic. Instead, she naturally relaxed her tense shoulders and deliberately lowered her usually well-trained, clear voice, adding a touch of casual, local accent.

"Big brother, you've mistaken me for someone else." Ye Wanxing's voice was a little muffled through her mask, with a hint of helpless laughter in her tone.

"I'm just an ordinary office worker with an average face. With masks on, everyone looks pretty much the same as long as their eyes are showing."

"If I were really that big star, with bodyguards following me everywhere I go, would I be standing here in this freezing wind, queuing for a meal?"

Li Dayong was taken aback by this casual and down-to-earth answer.

He took another look at the woman in front of him, who was wearing a bulky down jacket and ordinary sneakers, and thought that what she said made sense.

Those big stars are usually chauffeured around in luxury cars, and when they go out to eat, they practically clear the place out for everyone.

This kind of grueling task of standing shivering in the cold on the street early in the morning is really not something a celebrity would do.

"Yeah, no big star can stand this kind of suffering." Li Dayong scratched his bald head with a bit of disappointment and chuckled dryly.

"I knew it! There's no such thing as a coincidence. I was even thinking that if it were true, I could get my wife's autograph to show off."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, brother," Ye Wanxing replied smoothly, putting her hands back in her pockets.

"It's alright, it's fate that we met. Those who get up early to queue up at Lao Lin's place are all connoisseurs."

Li Dayong waved his hand, no longer pressing the matter, and turned back to Chairman Chen's side to continue chatting about Jiangcheng's recent real estate business.

Ye Wanxing breathed a long sigh of relief, finally putting her mind at ease.

The cold wind was still blowing in gusts.

Just as the people outside were getting impatient, a metallic clanging sound came from inside the roller shutter.

"Splash—"

With a dull thud, the heavy roller shutter door was lifted up steadily by two hands from the inside.

Bright lights shone through the shop, followed by a warm breeze carrying the aroma of rich broth and the delicate fragrance of handmade tofu.

This warm current instantly dispelled the chill outside the door, completely whetting everyone's appetite.

Lin Fan, dressed in a neat and tidy white chef's uniform, held a small blackboard with the menu written on it and turned to hang it on the wall by the door.

"The door is open." Lin Fan said calmly, without saying any unnecessary pleasantries, and turned to walk into the open kitchen.

"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 place well, and immediately started shouting in the store:

"Quick, quick! Get me a bowl of premium beef noodles, and a side of minced meat stuffed tofu! I'm freezing!"

Chairman Chen followed him in, shook his head with a smile, and sat down opposite Li Dayong: "I'll have the same as always, one bowl of noodles and one serving of tofu."

Ye Wanxing followed at the back of the crowd and quietly entered the store.

As soon as she entered the lobby, that familiar sense of security enveloped her once again.

Ye Wanxing walked to the corner where she had sat yesterday, took off her heavy down jacket and draped it over the back of the chair.

"Hello, what would you like to eat?" Su Xiaoxiao walked over with her tablet and handed her a glass of warm water.

"One serving of premium minced meat stuffed tofu, plus a bowl of clear soup noodles." Ye Wanxing picked up her warm water, took a sip, and ordered with practiced ease.

After noting it down, Su Xiaoxiao turned to the open kitchen and ordered: "Brother Lin, three servings of clear broth beef brisket noodles and three servings of minced meat stuffed tofu."

"receive."

In the kitchen, Lin Fan washed his hands and stood in front of the counter.

Ye Wanxing sat in her seat and habitually looked at that figure from behind. The other person was as serious as ever.

The heat, the timing, the movements—everything was like a flawless performance.

Before long, an extremely rich aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of soybeans wafted directly into the hall from the open kitchen.

The guests who were chatting in the lobby stopped talking as soon as they smelled the aroma, and their throats involuntarily swallowed.

"Serve the food."

Lin Fan pressed the bell in front of the stall and turned around to start making noodles.

Su Xiaoxiao carried a tray and delivered the steaming food to the guests' tables.

Ye Wanxing looked at the glistening stuffed tofu in front of her, and without any hesitation, picked up her chopsticks, took a piece, blew on the hot surface, and put it directly into her mouth.

The tofu has a slightly charred, chewy exterior, while the inside remains soft and tender.

The pores, saturated with broth, burst open with a mouthful of sweet and savory juice when squeezed by the teeth.

The firm minced meat mixed with the delicate aroma of tofu makes you want to chew faster.

The moment it went down, a gentle, rich warmth slowly spread through my stomach.