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

"Old Chen...Da Yong, you two aren't joking with everyone, are you? Is it for real? A pot of plain water with no broth and no seasoning for mutton hotpot, can it really be that amazing?"

Mr. Liu, the general manager of the Chemical Industry Bureau, couldn't help but rub his hands together, his face full of disbelief, his voice almost trembling:

"Yes, Dayong, what state banquets and Michelin-starred restaurants haven't we all eaten at in our lives?"

"That's just boiled meat in plain water! Not even a little bit of scallion or ginger to remove the fishy smell... this sounds too far-fetched, doesn't it?"

"Mysterious?"

Faced with their questions, Li Dayong didn't even bother to explain further, only letting out a disdainful laugh filled with superiority:

"Old Huang, Old Liu, do you think I, Li Dayong, am the kind of person who'd have nothing better to do than leave the warm room of a fancy restaurant and stand in the snow for two hours in sub-zero temperatures just to make up stories for you guys?"

Chairman Chen smiled slightly, casually straightening his shirt cuffs, his tone nonchalant:

"Whether it's true or not, there's no point in arguing. Your own tongues won't lie; just try it and you'll know. But as an old friend, I must remind you all of something..."

Chairman Chen pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and glanced at the entire room: "The rules of Boss Lin's place are absolute and unshakeable."

"There's only a limited quantity available each day, first come, first served, and we close once it's sold out. If you really want to experience that 'fairy yolk' flavor, remember to adjust your biological clock forward tomorrow morning. If you go late, forget about lamb, you won't even get a sip of water."

After hearing these words, the hall fell into an extremely eerie silence once again.

"Gulp."

In the hall, the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard again.

This time, however, no one was there because of the golden soup on the table, but because of the incredible "clear broth mutton" that Li Dayong and Chairman Chen mentioned, which existed on Jin Street.

Looking at Zhao Chengming, whose eyes were unfocused and who seemed to have lost his soul, Li Dayong slowly stood up and buttoned up his cashmere coat.

"Old Zhao, the worst thing for a cook is someone with a crooked heart and a narrow-minded view of the world."

Li Dayong looked down at him, his tone devoid of even the last trace of anger, leaving only utter disregard:

"Keep this so-called 'top-quality' soup for yourself; we won't keep you company."

After saying that, Li Dayong turned to look at Chairman Chen: "Old Chen, let's go. I can't stand any vulgarity now. I have to go to Boss Lin's place to cleanse my stomach."

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Chairman Chen smiled slightly and picked up his coat.

The two of them didn't even lift their eyelids again, their hands in their pockets, and walked side by side toward the door with unhurried steps.

Old Xu stood stiffly by the door, watching helplessly as these two business giants of Jiangcheng walked out, not daring to even breathe loudly, let alone try to stop them.

With a muffled thud, the heavy, carved mahogany door slammed shut again.

The dull thud of the door closing was like the flip of a switch, instantly igniting the nerves of the other big bosses in the hall!

Are you kidding me! Who are Li Dayong and Chairman Chen? What kind of delicacies haven't they eaten? What kind of top chef can't they hire?

They'd rather give up this warm, luxurious private room, rather not be waited on hand and foot as honored guests, than not have to get up before dawn to queue in the freezing cold of minus ten degrees Celsius, just to snag a bite of boiled pork?!

What does this tell us?

This shows that Boss Lin's clear broth mutton was absolutely delicious to an unimaginable and terrifying degree!

When everyone looked down at their bowls of the once-amazing but now greasy and sticky "premium golden soup," they suddenly felt that this stuff was simply disgusting!

Since Jiangcheng has those divine delicacies that can "cleanse your marrow and nourish your soul," who the hell would want to sit here and drink this tacky meat soup cobbled together with a bunch of expensive ingredients?! Isn't that just wasting your taste buds?!

Thinking of this, how could General Manager Huang sit still any longer!

"Clatter!"

General Manager Huang abruptly threw his ivory chopsticks onto the table, grabbed the mink-collared coat draped over the back of the chair, and frantically pulled it on while shouting at the distraught Zhao Chengming:

"Well... Old Zhao! I'm so sorry! My shipment of goods for import/export has suddenly been held up by customs, it's an emergency! I really can't eat this meal now, I'll treat you to a meal another day to make it up to you!"

Before Zhao Chengming could react, General Manager Huang's obese body burst forth with astonishing agility, charging straight towards the door like a ball of flesh, yelling at the top of his lungs as he ran down the corridor:

"Dayong! Lao Chen! Wait for me! Take me with you tomorrow morning! I'll have my driver go to Jin Street at four in the morning to queue up and save us seats!"

Mr. Huang's departure was like the first domino to fall!

Mr. Liu from the Chemical Industry Bureau also suddenly realized what was happening.

"Old Zhao! I have an urgent meeting at the bureau, I'm leaving now!" General Manager Liu grabbed his briefcase and rushed out.

"Mr. Zhao, my project in the High-tech Zone has run into serious problems. Goodbye!"

"Old Zhao, my wife is giving birth, I need to get to the hospital right away..."

In the blink of an eye, the twenty or thirty business tycoons and investment giants in the hall grabbed their clothes and ran out as if fleeing, afraid of not being able to keep up with Li Dayong and his group.

In less than three minutes, the once bustling and lively Shu Han Pavilion banquet hall was completely empty.

The place is deserted.

All that remained were seven or eight huge mahogany round tables, and dozens of cloisonné copper pots that were still bubbling tirelessly on the tables.

The steam rose, and the rich aroma, which had taken three days and three nights to create and had been extracted using countless top-quality ingredients, still lingered in the luxurious hall, but no one was willing to smell it any longer.

"Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao..."

After an unknown amount of time, Executive Chef Chen emerged from the corner, trembling, and looked at Zhao Chengming, who was slumped in the main seat and looked as if he had aged ten years. His voice was shaking.

Zhao Chengming ignored him.

He stared blankly at the bowl of premium golden soup in front of him, which was no longer piping hot.

After a long while, he stretched out his trembling right hand, picked up the pure silver soup spoon, scooped up a spoonful of golden soup, and slowly put it into his mouth.

fresh.

Extremely fresh.

The more I tasted it, the more astringent it felt at the back of my tongue; the more I tasted it, the more I felt that the aroma was too deliberate and too oily!

"Tacky..."

Zhao Chengming laughed hysterically, and the laughter grew louder and louder.

"Clang!"

Zhao Chengming suddenly raised his hand and slammed the silver spoon in his hand against the wall!

He suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot, his chest heaving violently, scanning the room full of leftover food like a mad beast.

"I don't believe it..."

"I absolutely refuse to believe it!!!"

Zhao Chengming clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh, drawing blood. He roared at Lao Chen and Lao Xu with all his might:

"A pot of plain water with nothing in it can trample my exquisite broth underfoot?!"

"Bullshit! This is absolutely Lin Fan, that bastard, playing tricks!"