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

Su Xiaoxiao nodded, turned off her phone, and put it aside.

Seeing Lin Fan's calm and composed demeanor, the anxiety she had felt completely vanished.

After dinner, Lin Fan carried Tuantuan upstairs to the bedroom, told her two bedtime stories, and watched the little girl fall into a deep sleep while hugging the orange cat Xiajiao before turning off the bedside lamp and going downstairs.

Upon arriving at the small storeroom, Lin Fan locked the door behind him and entered the Spirit Field Farm with a slight thought.

The farm, with its flow rate fifty times faster than normal, was peaceful.

The red soil is lush and green, with newly ripened high-gluten wheat ears hanging heavy with grain.

Now that the shop has completely closed, Lin Fan no longer needs to prepare hundreds of pan-fried buns and several large buckets of soy milk as he used to.

He casually clicked on "One-Click Harvest" on the system panel, letting the mature crops be automatically sorted and stored in the warehouse.

Lin Fan strolled leisurely along the ridges of the fields in the farm.

Passing by the crystal-clear Lingquan pond, he picked up the net lying next to him, casually scooped up two lively Lingquan blackfish, each weighing four or five pounds, and put them in a wooden bucket for later use.

Then, he walked to the gentle slope of the primary orchard and casually picked half a basket of plump, white-pink rock sugar snow jade apples, intending to take them out for his daughter and Xiaoxiao as fruit snacks for the next few days.

As he passed by Tiangongfang, Lin Fan lifted the ceramic lids of several ancient brewing vats to take a look.

Under the catalysis of a hundred times the flow rate of deep processing, the previously brewed pure grain soy sauce and aged vinegar have already exuded a mellow grain aroma.

There's no need to deal with orders rushing at the front desk, nor to watch several large pots being stir-fried simultaneously.

This leisurely, rural pace of life allowed him to completely relax.

After finishing his daily tasks, Lin Fan carried a bamboo basket containing fresh fish and apples and left the farm space.

Just as I stepped out of the small warehouse, a soft but rhythmic knocking sound suddenly came from the alley behind the back door.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The knocking was especially clear in the quiet night.

Lin Fan's brows twitched slightly. He stepped over and pulled open the small iron bolt on the back door.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a gust of cold wind carrying a chill rushed in.

Three men, all wrapped in heavy coats, stood outside the door.

Qin Lang was leading the way, with a cigarette between his fingers.

Following behind were Li Dayong, who was wearing a large black mink coat, and Chairman Chen of Shengshi Real Estate.

"Brother Lin, did I disturb you?" Qin Lang stubbed out his cigarette in the snowdrift outside the door and grinned.

Li Dayong squeezed in, rubbing his frozen hands and breathing out white puffs of air as he complained:

"Hey, Mr. Lin! I'm so glad to see you!"

"I didn't get to eat your pan-fried buns and hot soy milk today, and I've been feeling miserable all day in the office. Even the business lunch I had at noon tasted like cardboard!"

Chairman Chen followed him inside, then closed the back door behind him, shaking his head with a wry smile.

"Boss Lin, I'm sorry you had to go through so much trouble today."

Lin Fan looked at the three people who had come to visit late at night, his expression remaining calm.

He stepped aside and smiled faintly, "Come in and sit down. It's cold outside, and you haven't had dinner yet, have you? There's some freshly caught blackfish and bamboo shoots in the kitchen; I'll go make you a pot of hot noodle soup."

Upon hearing that there would be noodles to eat, Li Dayong's eyes lit up instantly. He strode over to the square table in the lobby, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"Boss Lin, I really admire your temper!" Li Dayong took off his thick coat and draped it over the back of the chair, rubbing his hands together and laughing.

"The people on the internet outside are making a huge fuss, and we're all so anxious we're stamping our feet, but you just close the door and enjoy your peaceful life inside."

Chairman Chen also sat down, took off his glasses, and wiped the fog off them:

"Dayong is right. During the day, when we saw the 'Closed indefinitely' sign on the door, we thought you were really upset. Now that we see you like this, we're relieved."

Qin Lang sat down next to them, picked up the teapot and poured water for everyone: "I already told Uncle Chen and Uncle Dayong that Brother Lin doesn't buy into that stuff online. He has the skills himself; it's those people outside who can't make a living who are worried."

Soon, the sounds of cleavers chopping and oil sizzling in woks could be heard from the kitchen.

Less than ten minutes later, Lin Fan walked out of the kitchen carrying a large stainless steel soup bowl.

In a large white porcelain bowl, the rich, creamy fish soup bubbled with steam. On the smooth, handmade noodles, crystal-clear slices of black fish, crisp and tender shredded bamboo shoots, and a few tender poached eggs were neatly arranged.

"Eat it while it's hot." Lin Fan placed the soup bowl in the center of the table and handed over three pairs of bamboo chopsticks.

Li Dayong swallowed hard, picked up his chopsticks, scooped up a large handful of noodles, and slurped them down with the fish soup.

The fish is tender and springy, with no muddy taste at all; the winter bamboo shoots are crisp, sweet, and have a fresh mountain fragrance.

The piping hot fish soup slid down my throat and into my stomach, instantly dispelling the fatigue and chill of the whole day.

"Delicious!" Li Dayong exclaimed loudly as he chewed on a slice of fish. "This soup alone couldn't compare to all the five-star hotels combined! This trip was definitely worthwhile!"

Chairman Chen also took a big bite of noodles, chewed slowly, and swallowed, his expression relaxed.

"Boss Lin's cooking really puts you at ease. All the messy things that happened during the day can be forgotten while eating this noodle dish."

While eating his fried egg, Qin Lang looked up at Lin Fan and asked, "Brother Lin, are you really just going to leave all those shady bloggers out there like this?"

Lin Fan sat down next to him, poured himself a glass of warm water, and remained calm.

"Restaurants are places for cooking, not arenas for competition. Let them try to grab attention and generate traffic by doing this. It's not too late to reopen once this storm has passed and the streets are quiet."

Li Dayong finished every last drop of the noodle soup in his bowl, put down his chopsticks, and wiped his mouth.

Several people sat around the table, eating steaming hot noodles and chatting about recent events in Jiangcheng.

The lobby was quiet, with only the occasional sound of cold wind blowing through the window and the slurping of noodles on the table.

This pot of hot soup contained three fresh, live Lingquan blackfish. The fish meat was sliced ​​into thin, even pieces, which curled slightly in the boiling soup, becoming as tender and white as jade.

Freshly pulled purple bamboo shoots are cut into thin strips, soaked in rich, white fish broth, and have a crisp, refreshing, and sweet taste.

Li Dayong, holding a bowl bigger than his face, drank three large gulps of hot soup, then let out a long sigh of relief, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

"That feels so good! Damn it, all the pent-up frustration I had today has been washed away by Boss Lin's fish soup!"

Li Dayong finished the noodles in the bowl in a few bites, and even drank every last drop of the thick, white fish soup at the bottom of the bowl.

He took a tissue to wipe the grease from his mouth, put the large bowl on the table, and leaned back comfortably in his chair. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and just as he was about to take one out, he glanced at the second floor and silently put the pack back.

Li Dayong rubbed his hands together, looked at Lin Fan sitting opposite him slowly sipping his tea, and couldn't help but ask: