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

"How much?"

Upon hearing this question, Li Dayong threw his chopsticks on the table, leaned back in his chair, and laughed.

"Old Zhao, you're asking about this tea? This tea isn't for sale. Boss Lin gave it to us for free, one cup each, just to cleanse our palates."

Zhao Chengming stood there, his mouth slightly open, unable to close it for a long time.

"Given away for free?"

He stared intently at the ordinary glass in his hand.

This cup of tea, which can instantly soothe a dry and hot stomach, could be sold for hundreds or thousands of yuan a pot in any high-end restaurant, with plenty of wealthy people vying to pay for it.

Here, it's just a free gift to cleanse diners' palates.

Chairman Chen picked up his glass, took a sip, and slowly added:

"Don't overthink it. When you come here to eat, you're paying for the craftsmanship. This tea is Boss Lin's way of treating guests. You may think it's valuable, but to him, it's just a cup of water to quench his thirst."

Zhao Chengming's Adam's apple bobbed forcefully.

He slowly placed the glass back on the table.

He turned his head and looked at the completely transparent open kitchen.

In the kitchen, Lin Fan was looking down, intently using a purple-gold cleaver to cut a piece of fresh black mountain pork into shreds.

The cleaver rose and fell with fluid, effortless movements, without any pause.

From beginning to end, Lin Fan didn't even glance in his direction.

Zhao Chengming suddenly felt somewhat pathetic.

He's been so worried about this matter these past few days that his hair has turned white. Last night, he threw a big banquet at Shuweitang, and today he spent 10,000 yuan to buy a number and rush into the store. His mind is full of "technology and ruthless skills," and he's determined to expose Lin Fan's true colors in public and win this war without gunpowder.

But now he realizes that they didn't take him seriously at all.

All the resentment, jealousy, and obsession became a complete joke at this moment.

Zhao Chengming supported himself on his knees and slowly stood up. His movements were somewhat sluggish, as if all his energy had been drained in an instant.

He didn't say anything more, but silently picked up the coat draped over the back of the chair, put it on, and buttoned it up.

Then, he turned around, pushed open the heavy, carved wooden door, and walked into the wind and snow outside without looking back.

The hall was quiet for a few seconds before it resumed its noisy atmosphere.

Mr. Huang and Mr. Liu, who were at the back of the line, finally got their seats. The two quickly sat down at the table that Zhao Chengming had vacated, rubbing their frozen hands.

Su Xiaoxiao walked over, holding the order machine, and asked, "What would you two like to eat?"

"Two charcoal-grilled mutton hot pots! Hurry up, I've been standing outside for two hours, my toes are numb," said Mr. Huang, rubbing his hands together.

Not long after, Lin Yi came over carrying two copper hot pots and two plates of lamb, and placed them steadily on the table.

Following Li Dayong's example, General Manager Huang and General Manager Liu picked up pieces of mutton and put them into the boiling water to cook.

As soon as the meat slices changed color, the two of them scooped them out, dipped them in the sauce, and stuffed them directly into their mouths.

After taking a couple of bites, their eyes lit up at the same time.

Without any unnecessary words, the two billionaire bosses took off their coats, rolled up their sleeves, and began to eat meat and drink soup heartily.

In less than ten minutes, the two plates of lamb were completely devoured, and even the broth at the bottom of the pot was drunk up by the two of them.

After finishing the meat, the two picked up the cloud-mist white tea on the table and took a sip.

The warm, sweet tea flowed down my esophagus, soothing my bloated stomach.

General Manager Huang leaned back in his chair, let out a long sigh, and patted his round belly, saying:

"Old Liu, no wonder Dayong and Old Chen come here every day. After eating this meal, I finally understand why Old Zhao's soup went wrong yesterday."

At the next table, Li Dayong was picking his teeth with a toothpick, having just finished eating and drinking and was about to leave. Hearing what General Manager Huang said, he rolled his eyes and sighed heavily.

"Old Huang, you're having a great time now, you know what's good for you. Let me tell you, I'm sitting here now, regretting it to the core!" Li Dayong threw a toothpick into the ashtray and slapped his thigh as he spoke.

Mr. Huang was taken aback, then turned to ask, "Dayong, what are you regretting? Didn't you eat quite a good meal today?"

"I regret speaking too quickly at the Shu Han Pavilion yesterday!"

Li Dayong pointed at General Manager Huang, then at General Manager Liu, his face full of frustration.

"Boss Lin's rule is that he only sells a limited amount of stuff each day, and once it's sold out, that's it."

"Every morning, it's just me, Lao Chen, and a few other acquaintances here vying for a spot. It's cold queuing, but at least we get to eat."

Li Dayong felt increasingly guilty: "Yesterday, in order to deflate Old Zhao's ego, I accidentally let slip that Boss Lin had revealed all of this."

"Now look what's happened! We've brought all of you hungry wolves here. Look at the way you two were eating! You practically licked the pot clean!"

Mr. Liu wiped his sweat with a tissue and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Dayong, you can't blame us for this. Good things should be shared. Besides, we all lined up based on our own abilities."

"Bullshit, it's all about skill!" Li Dayong glared and cursed. "I was fine with coming at six in the morning to reserve a spot, but now with the two of you, I'll have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow!"

Mr. Liu leaned back in his chair, slowly sipped his tea, and joked, "5:30? Dayong, then you're definitely out of luck tomorrow. I just texted my driver. Tomorrow, he'll bring a campervan and park it at the intersection of Jin Street. I'll sleep in the van, number one in line."

"Listen to this! Listen to this! Is this even human language?!"

Li Dayong grew anxious and turned to look at Chairman Chen, who was putting on his overcoat. "Old Chen, look at how these people are behaving! They're absolutely ruthless! I should have let Old Huang and the others continue drinking Old Zhao's foot bath water yesterday!"

Chairman Chen put on his scarf and smiled slowly: "Yesterday at Shu Han Pavilion, you were the one who insisted on showing off, and I didn't say a word. This is what you call shooting yourself in the foot."

"Hahaha!"

General Manager Huang and General Manager Liu laughed so hard they almost fell over.

Despite their laughter and banter, the two didn't linger too long. There were still plenty of people outside who wanted to eat, so after they had eaten and drunk their fill, they wisely stood up.

Mr. Huang waved his hand and followed Mr. Liu into the snowstorm.

Time flies.

12:30 PM.

As the last serving of fried rice was served, Su Xiaoxiao took out a small wooden sign that read "Sold Out Today" and hung it outside the door.

The dozen or so people who hadn't gotten their turn yet rubbed their frozen hands and sighed.

The regular customers who come here to eat know the rules, so they didn't make a fuss and dispersed in twos and threes.

Su Xiaoxiao closed the door, bolted it, and turned to start tidying up the table.

Lin Yi took a rag and began to collect the dishes, wipe the table, and clean the floor, without making any unnecessary noise.

Lin Fan washed his hands in the kitchen, took off his apron, and stepped out through the curtain.