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

He had never smelled such a powerful and clean aroma of vegetables before.

Two minutes later.

"Beep—" The machine automatically shut off the heat, tilted the pot, and a steaming pot of stir-fried pork slices and cabbage slid steadily into the stainless steel tray.

Lin Fan took a few pairs of disposable chopsticks, picked up a piece of cabbage and a slice of meat, and put it in his mouth.

Chew slowly.

The black mountain pork is tender and bouncy, with its sweet juices bursting in your mouth; the bok choy is crisp but not raw, with just the right amount of heat permeating the leaves.

The temperature control and cooking performance were flawless, perfectly replicating the parameters he set on the panel.

With the addition of top-quality ingredients from the system's farm, this dish tastes exactly the same as the one he personally cooked in the restaurant.

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.

"Try it." Lin Fan turned his head and handed the chopsticks to Qin Lang and Lao Zhang.

Qin Lang was already craving it, and couldn't wait to pick up a big piece of meat and stuff it into his mouth.

After taking just two bites, Qin Lang's eyes lit up instantly, and he slapped his thigh.

"Holy crap! Brother Lin!" Qin Lang was so excited he almost jumped up. "This tastes exactly the same as what you made at the restaurant! Absolutely no difference!"

Old Zhang cautiously took a bite, and was completely stunned. He had never eaten such delicious stir-fried cabbage in his entire life.

"Boss Lin... with your skills and ingredients, this machine has come alive in your hands!" Old Zhang exclaimed sincerely.

With this high-precision imported equipment, as long as the correct parameters are input in the future, the androids that are absolutely obedient to instructions will perform the assembly line operation.

It can completely lock in the flavor of the system's top-quality ingredients, and will never tarnish the reputation of "Lin's Shop".

"The temperature control and precision are up to standard; the machine is usable." Lin Fan put down his chopsticks and gave his final evaluation.

Upon hearing this, Qin Lang was completely relieved, and his face lit up with joy.

"That's great! Brother Lin, consider this a gift from Uncle Dayong and me. From now on, the factory will be registered under your name, and you can send someone to take over whenever you want."

"Stop."

Lin Fan raised his hand, stopping Qin Lang from speaking.

"I don't take other people's things for nothing. Since you paid to take over this factory, even close brothers should keep clear accounts."

Lin Fan walked up to Qin Lang, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"I'll rent it from you. Let's calculate the annual rent based on the market rates in Jiangcheng Industrial Zone. I'll cover the utilities and labor costs myself."

"Or it can be calculated based on shares. The factory building is considered your investment, and the profits generated from goods shipped out from here will be distributed as dividends proportionally."

"Choose one. Otherwise, you can keep this key for yourself."

Qin Lang knew Lin Fan's temperament. He was a man of his word, and he disliked owing favors to others, much less taking advantage of them.

If he doesn't agree to settle accounts, Lin Fan will never look back once he leaves today.

Qin Lang scratched his head helplessly and sighed.

"Okay, okay, Brother Lin, I give up. Everyone else rushes to grab the benefits, but you push them away."

Qin Lang lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

"Forget about the rent, that's too formal. Let's do it on a share basis. I'll consider this factory an investment, and when you open a branch, we'll take 10% of the profits, okay?"

In fact, Qin Lang knew very well that the money he spent on buying the factory was far less than the value of the top-quality ingredients and craftsmanship that Lin Fan possessed.

In the long run, he's definitely making a huge profit by receiving 10% of the profits from the stock.

"Sure. Have the legal department draft the contract, and we'll sign it tomorrow," Lin Fan readily agreed.

The two agreed on the terms on the spot.

Qin Lang turned to look at Old Zhang and pointed at Lin Fan.

"Old Zhang, did you hear that? From today onwards, this factory belongs to Boss Lin. All personnel changes and equipment operations will be at his command."

Old Zhang nodded repeatedly: "Understood, Young Master Qin, don't worry. Boss Lin, if there's anything you need, just let me know."

"Stop work for now." Lin Fan glanced at Lao Zhang. "Clean up the area thoroughly. Empty and inspect the machines inside. Remove all non-essential personnel, leaving only a few security guards at the gate. I'll send my own team to take over in a few days."

Lin Fan must ensure absolute privacy within the factory area to clear obstacles for the future settlement of androids and logistics transportation.

The matter has been explained.

Lin Fan and Qin Lang took off their white dustproof suits and walked out of the workshop.

It was already dark outside, and the streetlights were on. The north wind was blowing on my face, and it felt colder than when I arrived.

The two got into the Rolls-Royce.

The car started and slowly drove out of the factory gate.

The car was well-heated. Qin Lang gripped the steering wheel with both hands and glanced at Lin Fan.

"Brother Lin, now that we have our base and you've tested the machines, when are you planning to officially open a branch? Brother Dayong and the others are really looking forward to being able to eat minced meat stuffed tofu without having to wait in line."

Lin Fan watched the street scene rushing past the car window.

"No rush," Lin Fan said calmly. "You have to take it one step at a time. Focus on the task at hand first. Once my people are all ready, things will move on."

He needs to generate revenue for a few more days to see if the system offers any new rewards.

The car drove smoothly on the way back to the city.

Lin Fan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

With this physical shell of a central kitchen, the hardware foundation for expansion has been thoroughly laid.

Next, all you need to do is follow the routine, do your business well each day, and accumulate points.

As for Dingfeng Group, after this painful lesson, it not only lost a huge sum of money, but also lost its newly built central kitchen in Central China. It will definitely not have the energy to cause trouble in Jiangcheng in the short term.

7 PM.

The Rolls-Royce came to a smooth stop at the intersection of Phoenix Golden Street.

"Brother Lin, we've arrived." Qin Lang stepped on the brake.

"Thanks. See you tomorrow." Lin Fan got out of the car and closed the door behind him.

Watching the Rolls-Royce's taillights disappear around the street corner, Lin Fan turned and walked back to Lin's shop.

The hall was quiet.

Lin Yi stood quietly by the water dispenser, waiting for her turn. Su Xiaoxiao had already finished get off work and gone back to school.

Lin Fan locked the front door and went up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I saw Tuantuan hunched over her small desk, drawing. Hearing the noise, the little girl turned around and put down her watercolors.

"Daddy!" Tuantuan jumped off the chair and ran over to hug Lin Fan's leg.

"What are you drawing?" Lin Fan bent down, picked up his daughter, and walked to the desk to take a look.

The drawing paper was covered in red and green colors, depicting a large house with several little people beside it.

"Draw our family's big restaurant." Tuantuan hugged Lin Fan's neck, her voice soft and sweet. "Daddy's cooking is the best. We're going to open a really big restaurant so everyone can come and eat."

Lin Fan listened to his daughter's words, a gentle smile curving his lips. He reached out and ruffled her soft, curly hair.

"Okay. Dad promises you, I'll open a really big store someday."