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

Then Lin Fan went to the upright commercial deep-freeze freezer in the corner.

The freezer was running at a high speed, with the internal temperature displayed as minus eighteen degrees Celsius. Inside, a layer of hard, white frost had formed, perfectly simulating the harsh winter cold outside, where the temperature was below minus ten degrees Celsius.

Lin Fan opened the heavy, sealed door of the freezer and placed the piping hot pan-fried buns and the hot soy milk cup side by side on the frost-covered freezer rack.

"Bang."

Close the freezer door tightly.

Lin Fan turned around and calmly began his routine cleaning in the kitchen.

Time slips away second by second in reality.

A full hour has passed.

Lin Fan walked back to the upright freezer and reached out to open the door.

A chilling white mist instantly billowed out from inside the cabinet.

After being frozen in a freezer at minus eighteen degrees Celsius for a full hour, the outer wall of the lunchbox was covered with a layer of cold frost.

Lin Fan took out the lunchbox and soy milk cup and placed them on the kitchen counter.

He first gently lifted the latch on the lid with his finger.

"Click".

"Whoosh—"

In an instant, a thick, scalding white vapor suddenly gushed out from the box!

The rich, pure aroma of rendered pork fat, sesame seeds, and scallions wafts through the air, steaming hot and showing no signs of cooling down.

Lin Fan looked down and observed carefully.

The inside of the lid is dry and smooth, and there are no condensed water droplets left around the one-way venting micropores.

Four pan-fried buns were neatly arranged at the bottom of the box. The semi-fermented dough on top was still soft and fluffy, plump and full, without any signs of collapsing or shrinking due to moisture.

Lin Fan picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks, picked up one of the pan-fried buns, and turned it over.

The crust at the bottom is a uniform and enticing deep golden yellow. When gently tapped with the tip of chopsticks, it immediately produces a crisp, hard "crackling" sound.

He bit open the skin on the side.

"Slurp—"

The black mountain pork broth inside is still piping hot, fresh, sweet, and rich, with the fat and gelatinous texture of the aspic melting instantly in your mouth.

Take another bite of the crispy bottom.

"Snap!"

The crispy, hard crust crumbles between your teeth, and the aroma of wheat and caramel blends with the firmness of the meat chunks, resulting in a dry and crispy texture, completely free of the stickiness and mushyness that often comes from ordinary takeout boxes.

Then, he unscrewed the lid of the soy milk cup next to him.

Steaming hot, the surface of the soy milk is covered with a layer of perfectly formed, slightly yellow skin. It is still piping hot and has a rich, pure soy flavor.

After finishing his pan-fried buns and drinking his soy milk, Lin Fan glanced down at the lunchbox and paper cup in his hand.

As the lid is fully opened and the internal heat dissipates, the protective film attached to the inner liner of the lunchbox has quietly melted away, and the entire box has transformed into a very ordinary, completely biodegradable, environmentally friendly bamboo fiber lunchbox.

As the system description states, the packaging box can only be used once.

Once opened and consumed, the special constant-temperature preservation structure inside will automatically and completely fail, making it impossible to store and preserve it a second time.

This not only eliminates the possibility of outsiders buying and selling or hoarding empty boxes to exploit loopholes, but also fully complies with the safety and hygiene standards for disposable tableware.

The test passed completely.

Lin Fan let out a long breath.

With this temperature-controlled, fresh-keeping packaging container, the previous shortcomings of takeout have been completely overcome.

Lin Fan picked up two neat stacks of dark green lunch boxes and thermos cups from the small warehouse shelf, pushed open the door and walked out.

In the lobby outside, Su Xiaoxiao had just finished wiping all the tables and chairs and was carefully cleaning the water stains in the aisle with a mop.

Hearing the door open, Su Xiaoxiao straightened up and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

When she saw the stack of exquisite boxes Lin Fan was holding, she paused for a moment: "Brother Lin, what are these? They look like boxes for high-end gifts."

"These are the new takeaway containers and insulated cups that our store has received."

"Starting from tomorrow morning market, the store will officially open takeout and delivery for some items."

"Huh? Package deals are now available?"

Su Xiaoxiao opened her mouth wide in surprise: "Brother Lin, didn't you always say that if you take the noodles and soup out of the pot, the flavor will be completely ruined once the steam rises and the temperature drops?"

"This is a temperature-controlled food preservation box made with special technology."

Lin Fan pointed to the one-way venting micropores and vacuum interlayer on the lid, "The box body is vacuum insulated, and the lid has one-way venting to prevent condensation."

"When you put pan-fried buns in, the bottom crust remains crispy, and the meat juices are still piping hot. Soy milk placed inside won't cool down for two hours."

Su Xiaoxiao picked up the lunchbox with some skepticism and examined it carefully, turning it over and over in her hand.

Made of durable material with tight-fitting clasps, the box feels almost weightless in hand. The frosted finish on the outer shell has an excellent feel, and the small seal script name printed on it adds a touch of class.

"Is it really that amazing?" Su Xiaoxiao blinked.

"I just tried it in the back, and the taste is exactly the same as when it was fresh out of the pan."

Lin Fan took a piece of sticky note and wrote a few lines of neat handwriting on it:

"Tomorrow, add a rule to the blackboard at the entrance: Pan-fried buns and freshly ground soy milk can be taken away. Each person is limited to two orders, and each takeaway box will incur an additional cost of two yuan."

Su Xiaoxiao's mind raced as she looked at the words on the sticky note.

She immediately realized what this meant.

"Oh my god..."

Su Xiaoxiao clutched the note in her hand, her eyes brimming with excitement as she looked up: "Brother Lin, if we can get it all to go, the line outside tomorrow morning will definitely move much faster!"

"This morning, many students rushing to work or to catch the high-speed train were left anxiously waiting outside because they couldn't find a seat in the lobby."

"If we could just pack them up and take them away, we could sell several hundred more servings, and the lobby wouldn't be so crowded!"

Lin Fan nodded: "So the ordering process at the front desk needs to be adjusted. When you're queuing tomorrow, ask in advance whether you're dining in or taking away. If you're taking away, just pick up your food at the window and don't come into the lobby to reserve a seat."

"Understood! I'll change the ticketing logic of the ordering system right away, separating dine-in orders into takeout orders!"

Su Xiaoxiao pulled out a chair, sat down, and quickly started working on her laptop.

It's past 4:30 PM.

The sky outside was beginning to turn gray, and the snow on Jin Street was being blown around by the wind.

A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class slowly pulled up to a stop on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and Qin Lang, wrapped in a thick black long coat, jumped out of the car and closed the door behind him.

He strode to the shop entrance and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

As soon as he entered, Qin Lang stomped his feet hard on the non-slip mat at the threshold to shake off the hard snow stuck to the soles of his shoes.

"Phew—this weather is really unbearable; the roads outside are all frozen solid."

As Qin Lang unbuttoned his coat, he turned to the bodyguard behind him and waved, "Handle with care, don't break it."

"Yes, Young Master Qin." The two bodyguards nodded.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao immediately took out the delivery slip and key from behind the bar: "Let's go, I'll take you to open the door and take inventory."

After the bodyguard and Xiao Xiao went to the back room, Qin Lang walked to the bar, pulled out a high stool, and sat down.

He casually tossed his leather gloves onto the table, rubbed his sunken belly, and stared longingly at Lin Fan:

"Brother Lin, is there anything else in the shop that I can eat to fill my stomach? I've been busy since noon, arguing with a few investors, and I haven't even had a sip of hot water. I'm starving."

Lin Fan was washing tea trays behind the bar when he heard this and looked up at him:

"We've already sold out of regular meals. I just made a batch of pan-fried buns in the back, and there are two left. Want some?"

"Eat! We absolutely have to eat!"