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

The lobby fell silent.

The only sound in the entire hall was the soft whirring of the air conditioner blowing warm air.

Seeing this, Qin Lang assumed Lin Fan was annoyed by the situation and was about to speak up to smooth things over:

"Brother Lin, if you think these people are disgusting, I'll have my dad talk to the city authorities or contact the internet monitoring department..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Fan stopped what he was doing, slowly raised his head and looked at him:

"What kind of car did you drive here today?"

Qin Lang was taken aback, somewhat confused: "Huh? A G-Wagon... and there's an Iveco van carrying plum juice following behind. What's wrong, Brother Lin?"

Lin Fan draped the dry towel he was holding next to the knife rack, pointed towards the kitchen, and said in a calm and decisive tone:

"Besides the plum juice, the kitchen refrigerator has 800 pan-fried buns I just made today, four large buckets of freshly ground pure soy milk, and 200 jin of braised beef brisket from the snowy plateau in a big pot. You can take it all and use it at your Grand Hyatt Hotel."

Qin Lang froze on the high chair, his eyes wide open.

"Take them all...all to the Grand Hyatt?!"

Qin Lang nearly bit his tongue, his face filled with shock:

"Brother Lin, what do you mean by this? These are all the good stuff you painstakingly prepared! Giving them all to our hotel, what are you going to sell tomorrow?"

"We won't be open tomorrow."

Lin Fan walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and washed his hands. "Since it's so noisy outside, and opening the door will only result in these irrelevant people blocking the way, I might as well just take a long vacation."

"A long holiday?!"

Qin Lang nearly spat out his water, staring wide-eyed at Lin Fan: "Brother Lin, how long are you planning to rest?"

Lin Fan picked up his water glass and took a small sip, his expression as calm as if he were discussing the weather today:

"Closed indefinitely. We'll consider reopening once it's completely quiet outside."

Qin Lang stared blankly at Lin Fan for several seconds before he gasped in shock.

Lin Fan turned his head and glanced at his daughter, who was playing with building blocks while hugging the orange cat in the corner of the lobby. His eyes were calm.

"People can say whatever they want, let them imagine whatever they want. I earn money with my skills, not to prove anything to those keyboard warriors online."

Lin Fan said calmly, "Moreover, since leaving the Su family, I've been working from dawn till dusk for several months straight."

"I didn't have time to rest properly during that time, so now I can take this opportunity to give myself a long vacation."

"Since we're just killing time anyway, why don't we take Tuantuan around Jiangcheng and build some snowmen?"

Qin Lang picked up his water glass and took a big gulp of warm water. He looked at Tuantuan, who was focused on building blocks on the ground, and then at Lin Fan, who was standing calmly behind the bar. He couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

"Those clowns outside are still gloating, thinking they've won a great victory with just a few insults, little do they know you don't even bother to look at them, and have already turned your back on visitors and gone to take care of the kids!"

"Fine, let them punch the air all they want outside!"

"When they're exhausted from all that fuss, and they don't even get a response, that'll be truly painful!"

Lin Fan smiled faintly, offering no further explanation, and turned to look at Su Xiaoxiao, who was tidying up the account books:

"Xiaoxiao, go hang up a notice outside the door later."

"How do I write it, Brother Lin?" Su Xiaoxiao asked, looking up.

Lin Fan said calmly, "Just write: This store will be closed indefinitely from today until further notice. The reopening date will be announced later."

"Okay!"

Su Xiaoxiao responded crisply and immediately pulled out an A4 sheet of paper and a thick black marker from the drawer, and neatly wrote the line of text on it.

Upon hearing this news, Su Xiaoxiao didn't ask any further questions. After all, no one knew better than her how Brother Lin had managed all this time.

From the first day she started working part-time at the store, Lin Fan had to get up before four o'clock every morning to prepare ingredients, wash soybeans, grind and boil soy milk, cut meat and knead dough. She would stand alone in the room full of fumes and steam for several hours at a time.

After finishing the morning market, they immediately started preparing for the afternoon market. After the afternoon market closed, they still had to look after the warehouse. They worked non-stop day after day for several months without even having a proper weekend.

What's more, Brother Lin also had five-year-old Tuantuan with him.

She was both a father and a mother, managing such a large and thriving shop while also taking meticulous care of her daughter's daily life and emotions.

An ordinary person would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.

In Su Xiaoxiao's eyes, Brother Lin should have taken a break long ago.

Since those internet celebrities and onlookers outside who will do anything for traffic insist on blocking the gate and making a scene.

Why not take this opportunity to close down completely, spend time with the kids, and rest?

Su Xiaoxiao blew the ink off the cardboard she had written on, then took a roll of tape, pushed open the wooden door, and went outside.

There were still a few young faces outside the door taking pictures with their phones. When they saw the door open, they tried to peek inside.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't even glance at them. With a blank expression, she walked to the doorpost, deftly fixed the A4 paper firmly to the central wooden post, and then slammed the door shut with a "bang."

Back at the bar, Su Xiaoxiao casually sent the photos of the notice she had just taken to the [Lin Family Shop Diner Notification Group].

The moment this short notification of just a dozen words was sent into the group, the regular customers who were originally discussing how to organize people to help Boss Lin fight back against the online rumors instantly erupted into chaos.

After a three-second silence, the group chat was completely flooded with countless question marks and exclamations:

"??? Indefinite closure?!"

"Holy crap! Boss Lin, don't scare me! What do you mean by 'no return date'?! My old, sickly stomach depends entirely on your freshly ground soy milk and mutton soup to survive! How am I supposed to live with this extended vacation?!"

"Unexpected, yet understandable. Given Mr. Lin's pride, closing down is indeed the most thorough solution to this pointless online harassment. It's just tough on us regular customers who come every day; the days ahead will be difficult."

"Oh my god! Closed indefinitely?! My skin is getting so dry and flaky after three days without Snow Jade Apples! It's all those brainless, bandwagon-chasing internet celebrities outside! They can't afford it themselves, and they've ruined our dining place!"

"The sky has fallen... I just started to enjoy the success of buying takeout pan-fried buns, and Boss Lin has shut the shop down?!"

"From now on, I'll have to get up early for work and eat cold buns from the convenience store again! Help!"

"Please, Mr. Lin, open the door soon! We're willing to pay extra to eat! Ignore those trolls online!"

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