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"Four steamed buns for 188 yuan, what else can you call this but a rip-off?!"

"Dapeng, well done! We should expose these unscrupulous merchants!"

"A cup of soy milk costs 100 yuan? Even robbing a bank wouldn't be this fast! Support a nationwide boycott!"

"How much money did Ye Wanxing actually get? She even dared to accept promotions from this kind of shady street-side shop! I'm unfollowing her!"

Within two minutes of posting this, it immediately attracted a fierce attack from Ye Wanxing's massive fan base:

"Watch your mouth, you upstairs! What does this have to do with Ye Wanxing?!"

"Exactly! It's obvious the owner of this little restaurant saw that Wanxing was popular and deliberately set the prices so high to ride the wave and rip people off!"

"Our Wanxing is purely a victim who was dragged into this; stop trying to pin labels on her!"

The haters immediately responded with sarcastic remarks in the comments:

"It's hilarious! These brainless fans are still trying to defend it. Hiring a private car to drive 600 kilometers across provinces in the middle of the night to buy a few steamed buns—who would believe they didn't take bribes? Celebrities and shady shops are in cahoots, and we can't even say anything about it?"

"If it's not an advertisement, why did she photograph the store name on the packaging so clearly? It's obviously a veiled advertisement!"

Just as fans and haters were fiercely arguing, a few actual customers who had eaten there couldn't help but chime in:

"You two should just give it a rest! Stop blindly criticizing this place. This restaurant has been open in Jiangcheng for months, and everything is made with high-quality ingredients."

"Jiangnan University students testify with their real names! The soy milk at Boss Lin's shop is really delicious. After drinking it, I feel clear-headed all day. It's really not a rip-off at 100 yuan."

But these objective and truthful comments were completely drowned out by hundreds and thousands of vicious replies within ten minutes of being posted:

"Is a comment only worth 50 cents? You've thrown away your conscience for such a paltry sum?"

"How much do you earn a month? You're acting all superior just because you can afford a 200-yuan steamed bun?"

"It's confirmed that the business hired online trolls to control online reviews! Everyone, please report them!"

Under the onslaught of tens of thousands of uninformed netizens and keyboard warriors, the voices of those genuine diners were like pebbles falling into a mud pit, failing to even make a splash. Instead, they were bombarded with insults and forced to delete their comments.

Inside the lobby, Su Xiaoxiao sat at a square table, looking down at her phone screen, her face turning pale in waves.

She gripped the edge of her phone tightly with her fingers, her chest heaving, and her eyes were red.

"Brother Lin, look at these people..."

Su Xiaoxiao handed her phone to Lin Fan, her voice filled with obvious grievance and anger:

"They've never even been to Jin Street, nor have they ever eaten a single steamed bun there, yet they've insulted us like this online based solely on a few words from that streamer!"

"Some customers who had eaten there kindly spoke up to give a fair opinion, only to be immediately accused of being paid trolls!"

Lin Fan glanced at the vile and offensive comments on the screen, swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Don't worry about it, just eat your food," Lin Fan said calmly.

"Brother Lin, why aren't you in a hurry at all?"

Su Xiaoxiao stamped her feet anxiously, tears welling in her eyes: "The internet is full of people cursing us. If this continues, our store's reputation will be completely ruined!"

Lin Fan picked up the teacup and took a sip of warm water:

"The voices on the internet seem overwhelming, but most of them are just baseless bubbles. People who vent their emotions by following the trend through a screen will neither come to eat nor are they our customers."

Lin Fan pointed to the tightly closed door: "Running a restaurant relies on skills and repeat customers, not on a few nice words online."

"The food is genuine and of good quality; those who have eaten it know what they're talking about. Let them criticize all they want; it's not worth ruining your meal for irrelevant people."

Looking at Lin Fan's calm and composed gaze, Su Xiaoxiao's chaotic anger miraculously subsided.

She took a deep breath, placed her phone face down on the table, and nodded: "Okay, Brother Lin."

After finishing her meal, Su Xiaoxiao quickly cleared away the dishes and took them to the sink to wash.

Tuan Tuan played with the orange cat Xia Jiao on the soft cushions in the lobby for a while, then rubbed her eyes, yawned, and fell asleep on the sofa.

Lin Fan got up, walked through the corridor, entered the small storeroom, locked the door behind him, and entered the Spirit Field Farm with a slight thought.

The farm space is tranquil and peaceful at fifty times the flow rate.

On the red soil, large swathes of plump golden soybeans and high-gluten wheat are growing well, and a gentle breeze creates ripples on the surface.

In the primary orchard, rock sugar snow jade apples hang heavily on the branches, emitting a refreshing fruity aroma.

Lin Fan walked into the Tiangong Workshop and began preparing materials as usual.

The non-destructive cutting machine operates quietly, cutting hundreds of kilograms of fresh black mountain pig foreleg meat into delicate and firm cubes.

The dough is kneaded at a constant temperature and speed in a kneading bowl, and large clumps of high-gluten flour are kneaded until they are smooth as jade and very elastic.

The black mountain pig skin strips in the large iron pot are slowly simmered in the spiritual spring water into a thick white jelly. After cooling and solidifying, they are cut into small pieces and thoroughly mixed with the minced meat until they become elastic.

Lin Fan's hands flew, skillfully pinching and pleating the wrapping.

Plump, white pan-fried buns are arranged in neat rows and continuously sent into the low-temperature preservation warehouse.

Afterward, he ground four large buckets of freshly ground pure soy milk, cut hundreds of kilograms of snow-covered lily beef into chunks, and slowly simmered them in the old braising broth.

After finishing this batch of preparations, Lin Fan dried his hands and exited the farm space.

It was exactly 5 p.m.

The sky outside Jin Street darkened, and the cold wind made the bare branches of the roadside trees creak.

A black Mercedes-Benz G63 was parked in front of the store.

The car door opened, and Qin Lang, wrapped in a black coat, walked in.

"Brother Lin, did anything happen at the shop today?"

Qin Lang pulled out a high chair and sat down, his expression somewhat unpleasant:

"I watched the video posted by Dapeng at the company this afternoon. All those marketing accounts were following the trend and making Jinjie sound like a concentration camp of black shops."

"Should I get my legal team to handle this and just ban that kid's account?"

Lin Fan was washing tea trays behind the bar when he heard this, and shook his head: "No need."

"Are we just going to let him use this as an excuse to make a scene online?" Qin Lang frowned. "That kid is just trying to profit from other people's misfortunes and make a mess of things."

Lin Fan handed him a cup of hot tea, his expression calm: "A restaurant is a place to eat. If he wants to gain traffic by creating drama, that's his business."

"If he's here to buy food according to the rules, then sell it to him normally."

Qin Lang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and sighed, "Brother Lin, I really admire your attitude. But I reckon with this much traffic, most of these people will probably come again tomorrow."

"Those clowns who followed the trend are still jumping around online. Da Peng was very arrogant in the live broadcast room, saying that you closed down today because you had a guilty conscience."