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

Finally, he went to the primary orchard and picked five hundred ripe rock sugar snow jade apples, cut two hundred catties of snowy land beef chunks, and braised a large pot of rich and mellow broth.

After all the preparation work was completed, Tiangongfang's cold storage was piled up to the brim.

Lin Fan washed his hands clean, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and exited the farm space.

When I pushed open the door to the small storeroom, less than an hour had passed in the real world.

The lobby was very quiet.

Su Xiaoxiao was sitting at the bar, holding a pair of scissors and tape, neatly stacking hundreds of folded dark green takeout boxes next to the food pick-up window.

Seeing Lin Fan come out of the storeroom, Su Xiaoxiao stopped what she was doing and asked with some worry, "Brother Lin, can the kitchen really prepare that many pan-fried buns and soy milk for tomorrow?"

"I just checked the local hotel rankings, and all the budget hotels near Jin Street are fully booked for tonight."

"Don't worry, all the ingredients have been prepared."

Lin Fan walked behind the bar, poured her a glass of warm water, and handed it to her, his expression calm and composed.

"Tomorrow morning market won't be limited to a few hundred servings. I've prepared 1,500 pan-fried buns and 1,200 cups of soy milk. As long as there's a steady line at the window, the kitchen will keep cooking and serving until lunchtime."

Su Xiaoxiao's hand holding the water glass trembled violently, her eyes widening like saucers: "Brother Lin, how could you possibly make this much by yourself?!"

"Don't worry, the output speed has increased recently."

Lin Fan didn't explain further, but pointed to the two barcode scanners on the window and smiled: "You'd better go to bed early tonight and get some rest."

"Otherwise, when the store opens tomorrow morning, you might not even have time to put down the barcode scanner."

Looking at the calm and confident expression on Lin Fan's face, Su Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously: "Okay! I definitely won't mess up tomorrow morning!"

……

The next morning, at 4:30.

The scene outside the intersection of Jin Street completely shattered the deathly silence of a winter morning in Jiangcheng.

Although the snowstorm had long since stopped, the -18 degree Celsius temperature had frozen the snow on the road, making it hard and slippery. The streetlights cast a cold, clear light in the wind, illuminating the entire street.

Two black luxury cars slowly drove into the street corner and pulled over to the side of the road.

The car door opened, and Li Dayong, wrapped in a heavy mink coat, jumped out of the car. Chairman Chen followed closely behind, tightening his cashmere scarf.

Last night, Li Dayong specially asked his driver to set an alarm for 4 a.m. so that he could grab a front-row seat early this morning and enjoy a hot plate of pan-fried buns and freshly ground soy milk.

He rubbed his hands together, turned to Chairman Chen beside him, and smiled, "Old Chen, we've arrived at this time today, isn't that good enough? We'll definitely get a spot in the very first row for the first batch of pan-fried buns and the first batch of hot soy milk at the morning market!"

Chairman Chen pushed up his glasses and exhaled a puff of white breath: "Let's hope so. Those students rushing to catch the train the other day were troublesome enough. Let's hope they don't cause any more trouble today."

Li Dayong laughed heartily and led Chairman Chen strode towards the Lin family's shop.

But as soon as he turned the corner, the smile on Li Dayong's face suddenly froze.

Chairman Chen also stopped in his tracks, his eyes staring blankly ahead through his fogged-up glasses, looking somewhat dazed.

Under the dim streetlights, outside the tightly closed wooden door of Lin's shop, there were not the usual dozen or so familiar faces.

Instead, it was a long, densely packed line of people that stretched for over a hundred meters!

The queue stretched from the steps in front of the shop all the way back, across the entire old cobblestone street, and even all the way to the crossroads at the end of the street!

"What...what's going on?!"

Li Dayong gasped, rubbed his eyes, and stared incredulously at the sea of ​​people before him: "Old Chen, it's only 4:30! There must be at least a hundred or two people here?!"

Li Dayong queues up here every day and knows the store's customer flow patterns inside and out.

In the past, even if people lined up at this time, they were mostly acquaintances from several large local companies, white-collar workers from the nearby high-tech park, or neighbors living in the surrounding area.

But Li Dayong craned his neck and scanned the long line from beginning to end.

A new face.

Almost all of them were completely unfamiliar faces!

The majority of people in the group were young men and women in their twenties. Many of them were holding selfie sticks, using professional wireless microphones and phone stabilizers, and had hand warmers on their bodies. Some even had large suitcases that they had just brought from the train station next to their feet.

Several people, speaking with accents from other regions, were talking quietly into their phone screens.

"What the hell... Where did all these young people come from?" Li Dayong scratched the back of his head, looking completely bewildered.

Just then, a middle-aged woman wearing a white fur coat and holding an expensive thermos flask, who was not far in front of them, turned around.

The woman, in her early forties and well-maintained, was Mrs. Zhao, a regular customer who often shared a table with Li Dayong and Chairman Chen for breakfast in the lobby.

Upon hearing Li Dayong's voice, Mrs. Zhao turned to look at him and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, Mr. Li, Chairman Chen, you're up so early today?"

Li Dayong quickly stepped forward, pointing to the dense crowd in front and behind him, and asked in bewilderment, "Sister Zhao, you're here too? What's going on?"

"Normally there are only about a dozen people around at this time. Where did all these young people with cameras come from? Why are they all unfamiliar faces?"

Hearing Li Dayong's words, Mrs. Zhao glanced at them with amusement, her tone tinged with a hint of helpless complaint:

"You bunch of big bosses who're always busy with business at the company, do you really not read any entertainment news at all?"

Mrs. Zhao unscrewed the thermos, took a small sip of warm water, and pointed to the young people in front of her holding selfie sticks:

"Yesterday evening, Lin's Shop suddenly became the number one trending topic on Weibo!"

"Trending at number one?" Li Dayong was taken aback, and Chairman Chen next to him also frowned and came over.

"you do not say!"

Mrs. Zhao pursed her lips and continued, "Yesterday evening, for some reason, A-list celebrity Ye Wanxing posted four close-up photos of Boss Lin's pan-fried buns, beef brisket noodles, and soy milk on her official Weibo account with over 50 million followers!"

"And they even went so far as to rave about how delicious it was!"

"And that's not all, she even took a clear picture of the green packaging box with the words 'Lin Family Shop' printed on it!"

Mrs. Zhao waved her phone in her hand: "Her post caused an uproar among tens of millions of fans and netizens across the internet!"

"Last night, a lot of food bloggers, food vloggers, and netizens from surrounding cities who took the high-speed train overnight all flocked to our Jiangcheng!"