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

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Then we'll have stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork for lunch today, and a tomato and egg soup." He then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Then, he took a fresh piece of black mountain pig hind leg meat from the refrigerated display case. The sound of the purple-gold cleaver going up and down, "thump thump thump," echoed in the kitchen.

The pork was cut into evenly thick slices, placed in a porcelain bowl, and marinated with a little soy sauce and cornstarch.

Then, he took out two purple jade winter bamboo shoots that had just been pulled from Lingtian Farm.

Peel off the outer shell to reveal the pure white bamboo shoot flesh inside. Slice the winter bamboo shoot into thin slices with the blade.

Turn on the fire and heat the pan.

Pour in a spoonful of pure Black Mountain lard. The lard melts, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

Lin Fan grabbed a small handful of chopped ginger and threw it into the pot to sauté until fragrant, then added the marinated meat slices.

Stir-fry over high heat. The meat slices quickly change color in the scalding oil, the edges curl up slightly, and they release a rich meaty aroma.

Add the sliced ​​bamboo shoots and continue stir-frying. The bamboo shoots absorb the flavors of the lard and meat juices, and their surface becomes glistening with an enticing sheen.

Sprinkle with a spoonful of salt, stir-fry evenly, and then remove from the pan and plate.

On the stove next to it, the water in the clay pot had already boiled.

Lin Fan poured in the chopped tomatoes and brought them to a boil over high heat. Once the tomatoes were completely soft and the broth had turned a rich red, he cracked two eggs and poured them around the edge of the boiling soup.

Golden egg flowers instantly form in the red soup.

Sprinkle with a handful of bright green chopped scallions and drizzle with two drops of sesame oil.

Two dishes and a soup were served.

The four people sat around a small square table.

Su Xiaoxiao picked up a slice of winter bamboo shoot and put it in her mouth.

Crisp and tender.

The sweet aroma of bamboo shoots blended with the rich flavor of pork, creating an explosion of flavor on her tongue. She shoveled a large mouthful of rice into her mouth, eating without even looking up.

"Brother Lin, you have no idea how outrageous things are at our school right now," Su Xiaoxiao mumbled between bites of rice.

She took out her phone, opened the campus forum of Jiangcheng University, and pushed the screen in front of Lin Fan.

"This morning, our soy milk has become a hot topic on the forum. Nine out of ten posts are discussing it."

Lin Fan glanced at the screen.

The top post, highlighted in red, has already received over two thousand replies.

[Urgently seeking a queuing service for Lin's Shop soy milk tomorrow morning! Price negotiable!]

First floor: "I missed getting a ticket by three spaces this morning! Watching that guy in front of me drink his soy milk and head to the exam hall looking so energetic, I was so jealous my eyes turned red."

Second floor: "Brothers, don't count on anyone queuing for you. Even scalpers can't get in. I heard those rich kids from the finance department are planning to pool their money to rent a campervan, park it at the intersection of Jin Street tonight, and sleep in it while they queue!"

Third floor: "What's a motorhome? The four of us in the dorm have already arranged our shifts. Starting at 11 PM tonight, we'll take turns, two people per group, to stake out the entrance to Jin Street. We have our mechanical drawing exam tomorrow, and we're determined to get this cup of soy milk!"

Fourth floor: "This is outrageous! Queuing overnight? Does that mean those of us going at 4 AM tomorrow won't even get a bowl of soup?"

Su Xiaoxiao swiped the screen and sighed, "Brother Lin, look. These students are really pushing themselves to the limit to avoid failing. I reckon the situation outside tomorrow morning will be even more chaotic than it is today."

Lin Fan looked away, picked up the bowl, and took a sip of tomato soup.

"The store rules remain unchanged. Whoever is first in line gets the item."

He put down his bowl, took a napkin and wiped the soup from the corner of Tuantuan's mouth: "As long as they don't cause trouble, just follow the rules. The rest is up to them."

After finishing her meal, Su Xiaoxiao cleared the dishes and went into the kitchen to wash them.

Lin wiped the tabletop spotless and then took a mop to clean the lobby floor.

Lin Fan lifted Tuantuan down from the high chair.

"Go play with the shrimp dumplings. Daddy's going to the storeroom to check the ingredients."

Tuan Tuan nodded, stepped barefoot onto the soft cushion, picked up the dozing orange cat, and giggled.

Lin Fan walked to the corner of the hall, pushed open the door of the small storeroom, and locked it from the inside.

A thought arose.

He appeared at Lingtian Farm.

The air on the farm remained fresh, carrying the scent of earth and grass. At fifty times the speed of time, everything seemed tranquil yet full of life.

Lin Fan walked to a corner of the Tiangong Workshop.

The fully automatic bluestone millstone stood there quietly.

Tomorrow's customer traffic will definitely see an extremely explosive surge. With the influx of students and existing regular customers, the demand for soy milk will more than double.

He took out four large baskets of freshly harvested golden silk soybeans from the system warehouse.

These beans do not need to be soaked overnight, as their natural moisture and oil content is already perfectly balanced.

Pour the soybeans into the cleaning trough above the millstone.

Press the start switch, and the spring water gushes in. The churning water washes away the dust and fine impurities from the surface of the soybeans.

Soybeans fall into the millstone through the funnel.

The bluestone millstone emitted a low, steady hum as it turned. Pale yellow raw soybean milk flowed continuously down the groove into the large wooden bucket below. On the other side, the dried soybean dregs were automatically separated.

Lin Fan stood to the side, watching the rising liquid level with a calm expression.

Four large baskets of soybeans were ground into more than 200 jin (100 kg) of thick raw soy milk.

Lin Fan carried the wooden bucket and poured the raw soy milk into the huge iron pot in Tiangongfang in batches.

Light the firewood underneath. The fire burned brightly, the flames licking the bottom of the pot.

As the temperature rises, thick white foam begins to rise to the surface of the soy milk.

Lin Fan stood in front of the steaming stove, holding a long-handled wooden ladle, patiently skimming off the raw-tasting foam bit by bit.

This is a tedious process that requires constant attention. If you're not careful, the soy milk will overflow or taste burnt.

After skimming off the foam, Lin Fan removed the burning firewood from the bottom, leaving only a small fire to simmer slowly.

The pot was bubbling and gurgling, and the pure aroma of soybeans was slowly fermenting and spreading in Tiangongfang.

Half an hour later, the soy milk was fully cooked.

Lin Fan scooped the hot soy milk into six large stainless steel insulated containers, one spoonful at a time, and tightened the lids to seal them.

They left the farm.

Lin Fan carried the insulated container out of the small warehouse.

Su Xiaoxiao was sitting behind the bar counter, checking the delivery slip for the plum juice from the university town.

"Xiaoxiao," Lin Fan put down the thermos, "Tomorrow morning, double the amount of soy milk."

Su Xiaoxiao paused, then looked up: "Double it? Brother Lin, even if we double it, it probably won't last until eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"We'll sell as much as we can; we won't force anyone."

……

2:30 p.m.

Outside the examination hall in the first teaching building of Jiangcheng University.

As the crisp sound of the exam bell rang, the exam hall doors opened, and students walked out one after another.

Most people looked exhausted and walked with heavy steps, checking their answers as they went.

"Oh no, I had a brain fart on that last big question and used the wrong formula. I'm definitely going to have to retake this course."

"Me too. I stayed up until 3 a.m. last night, and when I got to the exam hall, my brain was a complete mess. I could see double when I looked at the words on the exam paper."

His face was rosy, he was in high spirits, and his steps were as light as if he had just started a holiday.

Two classmates quickly approached him: "Zhang Qiang, how did the test go? I saw you stop writing after less than an hour. Did you hand in a blank paper?"