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

Mr. Zhang took a sip of tea, then nodded and replied:

"I've eaten my way through the entire Jiangcheng area, and I've seen all sorts of delicacies. But you really can't find another person like Boss Lin who puts his heart into cooking."

"Indeed," Mr. Wang said, stroking his chin with deep feeling. "Look at his knife skills when cutting meat, look at the portions he makes!"

"A plate of real meat, sliced ​​evenly, with no skimping whatsoever."

"Unlike those shops outside, which use cabbage stalks and ice chips as a base to fool people."

"What's more, the quality of the mutton was impeccable. One bite and your mouth is filled with the original flavor of the meat, without any gamey taste. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water."

"Yes, they don't rely on marketing or any of those fancy gimmicks. They just rely on their high-quality ingredients and superb skills to completely win over our stomachs," Mr. Zhang chimed in with a smile.

The group of people took turns praising the Lin family's shop.

With the tea almost empty, everyone still had their own business to handle in the afternoon.

Li Dayong glanced at his watch, stood up, and said, "Alright, I have a meeting in the city this afternoon. We agreed to go to Jin Street early tomorrow to queue up; I could eat this mutton every day and never get tired of it!"

"No problem, see you tomorrow!"

Several business tycoons, whose combined net worth exceeds tens of billions, said goodbye to each other at the entrance of a private room in the teahouse.

Since Li Dayong's and Chairman Chen's companies happened to be going the same way, they walked downstairs together.

As soon as I stepped out of the teahouse, I saw Li Dayong's driver, Xiao Zhao, Chen Dong's driver, Lao Liu, and several other big bosses' drivers gathered in the parking lot, smoking and chatting. They were having a lively conversation.

Xiao Zhao, with his sharp eyes, looked up and saw his boss coming down. He quickly stubbed out his cigarette and ran to greet him.

"Mr. Li." Xiao Zhao deftly opened the back door of the Mercedes-Benz.

At that moment, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and casually pulled out a finely crafted, gold-edged, bright red invitation from his pocket, handing it over.

"By the way, Mr. Li, Manager Xu from Shuweitang just made a special trip to deliver an invitation. He said it was personally sent by Boss Zhao Chengming, inviting you to a banquet at Shuweitang tonight at six o'clock."

"Shuweitang?" Li Dayong was taken aback for a moment before accepting the invitation.

At this moment, Mr. Chen's driver, Lao Liu, also jogged over, holding an identical gold-embossed invitation in his hand:

"Chairman Chen, I received it too. Manager Xu just left a little while ago, and he delivered one to each of our drivers' cars, repeatedly instructing us to make sure it reaches each of the bosses."

Li Dayong and Chairman Chen exchanged a glance, then casually flipped open the bright red invitation.

The sign above bore a bold, flowing inscription: "[Shuweitang, a century-old establishment, personally overseen by Mr. Zhao! Special Feature: 'Premium Three Delicacies Matsutake Golden Broth Hot Pot'! Tonight at 6 PM, a private banquet will be held at the Shuhan Pavilion on the third floor of Shuweitang, awaiting your arrival!]"

"Premium Three Delicacies Matsutake Mushroom Golden Broth Hot Pot?"

After reading it, Li Dayong couldn't help but chuckle and patted the invitation in his hand.

"Old Zhao, his temper hasn't changed at all. He's clearly still resentful because he was thoroughly humiliated by Boss Lin's clear mutton soup at Lin's shop yesterday!"

Li Dayong shook his head, laughing and scolding, "Now they're going head-to-head with Clear Broth. They've been working behind closed doors all night, coming up with this Golden Broth Pot, determined to compete with Boss Lin from afar, trying to regain the face they lost in this market!"

"Boss Zhao is also a businessman, and he was completely outmaneuvered. With his proud and arrogant nature, how could he possibly swallow this insult?"

"He made such a big fuss today, cooking himself, just to prove to us that he, Zhao Chengming, can do more than just make spicy hot pot."

Chairman Chen closed the invitation and casually put it in his pocket.

Li Dayong looked at Chairman Chen, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Shall we go?"

Chairman Chen sighed, pondered for a moment, and said, "Go ahead. After all, we've known Lao Zhao for many years, and we see each other all the time in the business world."

"Although I'm used to eating Boss Lin's mutton now, the thought of the heavy broth flavor of Shuweitang makes my throat feel sore and I lose my appetite, but since he's sent the invitation to this extent and even claimed to be cooking for us personally, we still have to give him this much face."

"That's true." Li Dayong nodded and bent down to get into the car.

"Just go and join in the fun, to see what kind of amazing soup this Jiangcheng hotpot king can come up with."

"Let's go back to the company!"

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of Jiangcheng.

The kitchen on the third floor of the flagship store of Shuweitang, a century-old restaurant.

The kitchen of Shuweitang is over 200 square meters, but it was packed with people at the moment.

Not only the chefs on duty today, but also the kitchen helpers, food preparers, and dish handlers, but even the front-of-house servers and supervisors all gathered here.

A dozen or so chefs and supervisors who were originally off duty today rushed over despite the heavy snow after hearing the news in the WeChat group.

Everyone knows what happened today.

Executive Chef Chen stood at the very front of the crowd. His hands were behind his back, and his brows were furrowed.

"As you all probably know, our Shuweitang restaurant is about to launch new products." Old Chen's voice was hoarse.

He paused for a moment, then added, "And it was served with a clear broth base."

After these words were spoken, although no one in the kitchen dared to make a loud noise, the breathing below became noticeably heavier.

Dozens of eyes met, all filled with undisguised astonishment.

Shuweitang is a century-old restaurant. Since it started as a stall at the Jiangcheng Wharf in the late Qing Dynasty, it has been selling Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot with heavy oil and spice.

Butter, Sichuan peppercorns, and a sky full of chili peppers—these are the foundations of Shuweitang. Now, suddenly they're promoting clear broth?

"Has the boss gone mad?" a young stir-fry chef couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

"We're a traditional hot pot restaurant, and our reputation comes from the rich and robust flavor of beef tallow. Why would we offer a clear broth now? Isn't that just ruining our own brand?"

"Yes, Chef Chen, what triggered Boss Zhao's anger?"

A murmur of agreement arose from the crowd. Old Chen raised his hand to silence the murmurs, his expression grave.

"Everyone, keep your mouth shut. Since President Zhao made this decision, he must have his reasons. The reason I called everyone here today is to let us try out this new soup base!"

Just then.

A soft "click" sounded.

The door to the private kitchen, which had been tightly closed all night, was opened from the inside.

The door had barely been opened a crack, and before anyone could even be seen, an overwhelmingly delicious aroma burst into the 200-square-meter kitchen without warning!

"hiss--!"