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

Qin Lang's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice: "Anything that comes from your brother Lin's hands, even if it's just a piece of raw dough, I can swallow it. Hurry up and get me some to tide me over!"

Hearing this, Lin Fan smiled, poured a cup of piping hot Yunwu white tea, and pushed it in front of him: "Drink this first, I'll make you something else in the back."

"Thanks, Brother Lin, I'm freezing."

Qin Lang held the teacup in both hands, first warming his frozen palms with the warmth of the cup, then lowering his head to blow out the steam and taking a small sip.

The warm, sweet tea slid down his throat and into his stomach, and Qin Lang finally let out a long sigh of relief, leaning back in his chair.

Lin Fan turned around, lifted the curtain, and went into the kitchen. While putting steamed buns into small plates, he casually asked through the curtain:

"Didn't you eat lunch again today?"

"Don't even mention it."

Qin Lang rubbed his temples and sighed in the lobby: "These few representatives from the north are putting on airs."

"We argued in the meeting room from 1 p.m. to 4 p.m., and I went over the presentation slides three times. I didn't even have time to drink a cup of hot tea."

"Things went fairly smoothly?" Lin Fan came out carrying a small white porcelain dish and placed it on the bar counter.

"It went quite smoothly."

Qin Lang looked at the two plump, white pan-fried buns on the plate, sprinkled with black sesame seeds and chopped scallions, and his mouth watered. He continued, "..."

"Those guys insisted on going to French food that night, saying it would be more romantic. I thought the plates were too big and the portions too small, and a few leaves of vegetables weren't enough to fill me up. So I used the excuse of needing to come here to pick up some goods and slipped out of the dinner party."

Lin Fan handed him a pair of bamboo chopsticks, saying in a calm tone, "Doing business always requires effort. Have something to eat; it's only been out of the pot for a short time, be careful it's hot."

"Brother Lin, you're the most reliable one!"

Qin Lang picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a heavy pan-fried bun, and brought it to his mouth.

The moment the steamed bun touched his lips, its scalding heat made him shrink back.

But the rich, pure aroma of rendered pork fat and scallions was too tempting, so he carefully bit a small opening in the top.

A surge of hot, rich meat juice instantly flooded into my mouth through the opening!

The pure black mountain pork was sweet and fresh, mixed with the thick gelatinous substance after the aspic melted. It was so hot that Qin Lang's tongue trembled and his cheeks bulged, but the rich and domineering meaty aroma went straight to the top of his head.

"Mmm...it's piping hot! So delicious!"

Qin Lang forced the scalding hot meat juices down his throat, then opened his mouth wide and took a bite of the crispy bottom of the pan-fried bun.

"Snap!"

A crisp, clean snapping sound rang out in front of the bar.

The bottom crust is crispy and firm, crumbling between your teeth. The aroma of wheat and caramel mingles with the firm and juicy meatballs, while the top layer of dough soaks up the broth and becomes soft and delicious.

Qin Lang chewed several large mouthfuls and swallowed them, exhaling a long breath of hot air, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets:

"Holy crap! Brother Lin, what kind of steamed buns are these?!"

Qin Lang devoured the second one in a few bites, then picked up his teacup and gulped down half a cup of hot white tea. He wiped the grease from his lips, his face filled with astonishment.

"How can the base be so crispy? And the meat filling is so bouncy and juicy! What new signature dish have you come up with now?"

"New product, secret recipe crispy bottom pan-fried buns, 188 for a serving of four." Lin Fan wiped the water stains with a rag, his tone indifferent.

"188 per serving?"

Qin Lang wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, looked at the remaining bun on the plate, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Brother Lin, this is completely different from your crab roe soup dumplings that cost over six hundred yuan a basket before!"

Qin Lang savored the difference between the two kinds of pastries, marveling: "The crab roe soup dumpling before had a skin as thin as a layer of translucent gauze, and inside it was full of the roe and crab fat of the finest hairy crabs. It was a refined and luxurious dish, and you could taste the extremely fresh and heavenly flavor."

"Today's pan-fried buns are soft and juicy on top, while the crispy crust underneath is just like freshly baked caramelized rice crust. The filling is generously filled with the purest, top-quality pork flavor!"

Qin Lang quickly stuffed the second one into his mouth, chewing it with relish.

"On a snowy day like this, taking a bite and feeling the piping hot broth slide down your esophagus into your stomach is more satisfying and comforting than eating expensive seafood costing hundreds or thousands!"

Lin Fan smiled faintly: "The morning market is for high-volume sales, so it goes perfectly with freshly ground soy milk."

Qin Lang took a sip of tea, still savoring the moment, when his gaze inadvertently swept across the area and he noticed the stack of dark green rectangular lunch boxes and insulated paper cups piled up in the corner of the bar.

He raised an eyebrow, reached for the top lunchbox, and weighed it to check the contents:

"Brother Lin, what new item did you get? It looks quite well-made. Is it a gift box for storing medicinal herbs?"

Lin Fan placed the cleaned tea tray on the drainer and dried his hands with a towel.

"Takeout packaging box".

"Packaging box?"

Qin Lang paused, looking at the box in his hand with some surprise: "Didn't you used to absolutely forbid me from bringing anything out?"

"Uncle Dayong and the others have begged us several times to take the food home, but you always said that once it's outside and the heat and temperature drop, the flavor will be completely ruined. Why the change of heart today, and why did you specifically order this kind of box?"

Lin Fan pointed to the one-way vent on the lid and the clips on the edge:

"The old plastic boxes couldn't retain the temperature, and the moisture couldn't escape, so fried pastries would easily get soggy from the moisture."

"This is a custom-made constant temperature box with double-layer vacuum insulation and a one-way venting lid to prevent condensation. I just put pan-fried buns in it and froze them in the freezer at -18 degrees Celsius for an hour. When I took them out, the bottoms were still crispy and the meat juices were still piping hot."

Qin Lang has been in the hotel and catering business for many years and is very knowledgeable about packaging materials.

He brought the box closer and smelled it. It did not have the pungent smell of inferior plastic after being heated; it only had a dry, plant fiber smell.

I opened the box and pressed the latches repeatedly; the edges fit together perfectly.

"The workmanship is excellent; it's even sturdier than the insulated aluminum foil boxes we use for our Grand Hyatt's banquets."

Qin Lang's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward: "Brother Lin, since you can pack it up, could you pull some strings for me tomorrow morning?"

"There's an important senior management meeting at our group headquarters tomorrow morning, and my dad'll be there too. Could you save me ten servings of pan-fried buns and ten cups of soy milk? I'll drive over at 7:30 and pick them up, okay?"

Lin Fan looked up at him, his expression remaining unchanged:

"No. It's the shop's rule: first come, first served."

Qin Lang said with a bitter face, "Brother Lin, I'll buy them all at the original price. Can I add fifty percent to the packaging fee for each one? It's only ten portions, a piece of cake for your big iron wok in the back kitchen."

"I won't sell it for any extra money. It's unfair to the other customers."

Lin Fan draped the towel he used to wipe his hands over the knife rack and said calmly, "In this freezing weather, everyone was standing in the snow in line before dawn, around five or six in the morning."

"If I take your money and save ten portions for you, the dozen or so people behind you in line will have to go home hungry."

"If the rules are broken, this shop will have to close down."