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

Looking at Lin Fan's expressionless face, Qin Lang knew that he was truly stubborn and had no temper left.

He smiled wryly, put the box back in its place, shook his head, and sighed:

"Alright, Brother Lin, you've always treated everyone equally, so I guess I was wrong. Tomorrow morning I'll have the driver and secretary bring two more people over, and they can just line up obediently, okay?"

Just then, footsteps came from the back room.

Two bodyguards carefully carried the last box of sour plum juice to the car.

Su Xiaoxiao walked back to the bar with the signed delivery slip: "Young Master Qin, twenty boxes in total."

Qin Lang took out his phone, scanned the QR code on the counter, paid the balance, stood up, and zipped up his coat.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. I'll be heading out now."

Qin Lang waved his hand, pushed open the door, and left. The SUV started and slowly drove out of Jin Street.

Night falls.

The cold winter wind howled along the street.

Inside the lobby, Lin Fan had prepared a simple dinner.

A bowl of refreshing hand-pulled noodles with shredded pork, paired with a plate of stir-fried vegetables with minced garlic.

Tuantuan sat on a high stool, eating noodles with gusto, her little mouth surrounded by finely chopped scallions.

After finishing her meal, Su Xiaoxiao neatly tidied up all the bills and ingredient lists at the front desk, folded two hundred takeout boxes in advance and stacked them next to the food pick-up window, and then returned to school.

Lin Fan locked the main door and turned off the main ceiling light in the lobby.

……

The next morning, at five o'clock sharp.

The snowstorm in Jiangcheng has completely stopped, but the sub-zero temperatures have made the snow on the roads hard and slippery.

The streetlights at the intersection of Jin Street cast a cold, clear light in the chilly air.

The long queue outside Lin's shop was even more impressive than yesterday, winding all the way to the street corner.

Today's queue included not only students who got up early for exams and regular customers driving luxury cars, but also many white-collar workers from the high-tech industrial park wearing dark coats and carrying briefcases.

Several white-collar workers from the same company stood in the middle of the line, their necks hunched, occasionally raising their wrists to look at their watches, their faces showing some anxiety.

"Old Zhang, it's already 5:30."

A young man wearing glasses rubbed his frozen fingers and muttered to himself:

"Based on the speed of entry mentioned in yesterday's forum, if we can't get into the first batch when the store opens at 6 o'clock, we'll have to wait in the lobby until at least 7 o'clock to turn over tables. Our company clocks in at 8 o'clock, so we won't make it in time."

"If I really don't have time to eat later, I'll have to leave now, even though it hurts."

Many office workers in the queue were whispering about the time, both craving the breakfast at Lin's Shop and worried that the limited seating in the lobby and the long wait would make them miss their morning attendance check.

They were chatting in the crowd.

Sudden.

"Crunch—"

The heavy wooden door of the Lin family shop opened precisely on time.

Su Xiaoxiao hung the small blackboard steadily on the wooden frame outside the door.

The content on the blackboard is clear and concise:

【Secret Recipe Crispy Bottom Pan-Fried Buns: NT$188/serving (4 buns)】

Freshly ground, traditionally made pure soy milk: 100 yuan/cup

[One item per person, takeaway packaging will incur an additional cost of 2 yuan.]

After hanging the blackboard, Su Xiaoxiao stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and called out loudly to the crowd stamping their feet in the snow:

"Attention everyone! Lin's Shop is officially open for takeout today!"

"Those who want to dine in, please go to the left to enter the lobby and find a seat! Those who are in a hurry to get to work, please go to the right window for takeout or delivery. Just scan the code to pick up your food and take it away; no need to go into the lobby and wait for a seat!"

After Su Xiaoxiao shouted, the long, noisy queue outside the door became eerily quiet for three seconds.

The diners at the front of the line looked at each other, not moving to the right, but their eyes were full of doubt and confusion.

"Wait...did I hear that right? The Lin family's shop can be packed up now?"

In the middle of the line, several office workers wearing overcoats immediately began to whisper among themselves:

"Are you kidding me! One serving of pan-fried buns costs 188 yuan, four buns would cost almost 200 yuan!"

"The key to making pan-fried buns is their crispy bottom crust. If you put them in a regular takeout box and let the steam escape, the bottom will turn into a soggy, mushy mess in just two minutes!"

"Exactly! Spend two hundred yuan on a soggy, mushy bun? What's the point? Isn't that just paying an 'IQ tax'?"

"Besides, it's -15 degrees Celsius outside. The hot soy milk poured into a paper cup will probably be ice cold by the time it gets to the car. I think it's more reliable to just queue for dine-in!"

Doubts rose and fell among the ranks.

Everyone comes here for Boss Lin's superb taste; nobody wants to be the sucker who spends 300 yuan on rotten buns.

For a moment, the queue for dine-in on the left was packed, while the takeout window on the right was deserted, with not a single person in sight.

Su Xiaoxiao stood at the door, anxiously about to explain that this was a specially made constant-temperature vacuum box.

Just then, Mr. Zhang, a bespectacled office worker in the middle of the queue, glanced down at his watch.

6:05.

There's only a little over an hour left before the company's morning meeting.

If I continue to wait in the dine-in queue, given the turnover rate of the dozens of tables in the main hall, I'll probably be late. Now that the end of the year is approaching, being late even once will probably cost me my entire year's bonus.

But he couldn't bear to part with the food.

Old Zhang gritted his teeth and puffed out his cheeks.

"Damn it, it's too late!"

Old Zhang gritted his teeth, stepped out of the dine-in queue, and strode towards the takeout window on the right.

Several white-collar workers around him looked at him and couldn't help but whisper, "Old Zhang, are you crazy? You're really going to get it to go? It's over two hundred yuan! If it gets soggy and the taste is ruined, don't cry!"

"Being late will result in a 500 yuan deduction from your full attendance bonus, plus a deduction from your year-end performance bonus!"

Old Zhang waved his hand without turning his head, and gave a self-deprecating snort: "At worst, I'll just lose those two hundred-odd yuan. I accept it!"

He strode to the takeout window, took out his phone, and said, "Young lady! One pan-fried dumpling and one cup of soy milk! To go!"

"Alright! With the two special packaging boxes, the total is NT$292. Scan the QR code here to add WeChat!"

Su Xiaoxiao quickly scanned the code and issued the ticket.

Inside the open kitchen, Lin Fan stood in front of two large 80-centimeter frying pans.

Hearing the order being processed at the window, Lin Fan remained expressionless. With his left hand, he lifted the lid of the wooden pot, and thick, white steam billowed up.

With a flick of the spatula, a crisp "snap" was heard, and four pan-fried buns with golden-brown, oily bottoms were lifted up intact and slid into the unfolded dark green lunchbox.

With your right hand, close the lid and press the buckle; it clicks shut.

At the same time, with his left hand, he opened the valve of the thermos and poured a cup of piping hot, rich pure soy milk into a paper cup, then tightened the lid.

Bag it and hand it out the window.

From the moment Lao Zhang scanned the QR code to pay to the moment he received the heavy paper bag with both hands, it took less than twenty seconds!

"Here's the receipt, please take your food!" Su Xiaoxiao handed over the bag.

The moment Old Zhang took the paper bag, his expression shifted slightly.