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

"Hey, Boss Lin, the 'Closed indefinitely' sign on the door is up. What are your plans for the next few days?"

"We can't just sit here all day staring at each other, can we?"

Chairman Chen also put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and turned to look at Lin Fan with a hint of curiosity in his eyes:

"Yes, Boss Lin, you've always been a very patient person. Now that you've taken a long vacation, how do you plan to spend these few days?"

Qin Lang leaned forward even further, grinning, and said, "Brother Lin, how about I arrange a vacation for you in Sanya or Xishuangbanna?"

"It's warmer over there, in the twenties. I have a sea-view villa in Sanya, I can send a private jet to pick you and Tuantuan up and stay there for a few days to escape this awful weather in Jiangcheng."

Lin Fan put down the white porcelain teacup in his hand, smiled calmly, and shook his head:

"It's freezing cold, and it's exhausting to travel back and forth with the kids."

Lin Fan turned his head and glanced at the stairwell leading to the second floor, his tone gentle and calm:

"I've been busy for several months now since I opened this shop."

Lin Fan picked up his teacup, took a sip of warm water, and continued, "Since we're taking a break these few days, I'll take Tuantuan to the riverside park, build a snowman with her, and have a snowball fight."

Upon hearing Lin Fan's words, the three men at the table were all taken aback.

Qin Lang immediately swallowed back the suggestions he was about to make about luxury yachts and island vacations.

Li Dayong leaned back in his chair, looked into Lin Fan's calm eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, then sighed heavily and nodded:

"Boss Lin, you've really figured out how to live your life."

A hint of emotion flickered in Li Dayong's eyes, and his tone became a little lower: "You can never earn enough money, but spending time with your children is what really matters."

"Later, when I had money and bought a big house, my daughter had grown up. She was very polite to me, like I was a thief, and we couldn't even have a heart-to-heart talk."

Chairman Chen nodded in agreement, adjusting his glasses: "Da Yong is right. With Boss Lin's mindset, it's no wonder his dishes have that comforting, homey quality. A restless person couldn't make this kind of broth."

Qin Lang smiled, took out his car keys from his pocket, and pushed them in front of Lin Fan: "Brother Lin, since you're going to take the kid around Jiangcheng, how about driving my G-Class?"

"It has a high chassis and good four-wheel drive performance. The roads are covered with black ice in this snowy weather, and it is very stable to drive. The trunk space is also large, which is just right for carrying a children's stroller or a small sled."

Lin Fan glanced at the car keys on the table, shook his head, and pushed them back.

"No need, my Wuling is easy to drive and doesn't attract attention. It's too flashy to drive your car when I'm taking a child around.

"Okay, whatever you say." Qin Lang didn't insist and took the key back.

Chairman Chen picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and regained his usual composure. He looked at Lin Fan and said:

"Boss Lin, you should just stay home and spend time with the kids these next few days and get some rest. As for those clowns causing trouble and blocking the roads outside, you don't need to worry about them."

"Several leaders came to me today to inquire about the situation."

"These online bloggers have blocked the entire Golden Street in their pursuit of attention, which has seriously affected the surrounding business environment."

"The subdistrict office and district management committee where Jin Street is located will conduct joint law enforcement operations to rectify the street order first thing tomorrow morning."

Li Dayong snorted coldly and said in a rough voice, "It's not just the management committee! I'll have a few young men from my mine's security department come over tomorrow and put up a cordon at the intersection of Jin Street!"

"Anyone who dares to block the entrance with a selfie stick, shouting and causing trouble, will be dragged out and thrown into the street!"

"I guarantee that when you want to open the door, it will be spotless, not even a fly can get in!"

Lin Fan smiled faintly: "Just follow the rules, don't make a big fuss."

"Don't worry, we know what we're doing," Chairman Chen nodded.

Several people sat in the lobby and finished off a pot of Yunwu white tea.

The clock outside had struck 9:30 p.m. without my noticing.

Li Dayong stood up, patted his round belly, and refreshedly zipped up his coat:

"Alright, now that I've had the hot soup noodles, I can finally get a good night's sleep. Boss Lin, we'll head out now, so as not to disturb your rest."

"Drive carefully, the ground outside is slippery." Lin Fan stood up to see him off.

Chairman Chen and Qin Lang also stood up and put on their coats. The three of them walked quietly through the corridor and out the small back door.

Lin Fan locked the iron bolt on the back door and returned to the main hall.

The lights in the lobby were dimmed.

Lin Fan collected the empty bowls and plates from the square table into the kitchen sink, washed them clean, put them back in their place, wiped the kitchen countertops spotless, and turned off the kitchen lights.

He tiptoed up to the second-floor bedroom.

I turned off the nightlight and drifted off to sleep, accompanied by the occasional sound of the wind passing by outside the window.

……

The next morning.

The jarring alarm clock sound of the past was gone.

The winter morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft glow on the floor.

When Lin Fan woke up naturally, he glanced at the clock on the wall and it was exactly 7:30 in the morning.

He got out of bed, washed up, changed into a loose and comfortable gray tracksuit, and went downstairs with light steps.

Pushing open the door leading to the lobby on the first floor, the lobby was very quiet.

Su Xiaoxiao had arrived long ago and was sitting behind the bar wearing an apron, flipping through her textbooks in the morning light.

Hearing footsteps, Su Xiaoxiao looked up and greeted him with a smile, "Good morning, Brother Lin! Did you sleep well today?"

"That's great, I slept until I naturally woke up."

Lin Fan walked to the sink, washed his hands, dried them with a towel, and glanced unconsciously at the closed door.

The lobby was quiet, and there was not a sound of noise outside the door.

This surprised Lin Fan.

You know, normally around six in the morning, the noise outside can be heard clearly even through the thick wooden door.

He originally thought that even though the store was closed today, there would still be a crowd of people waiting outside to film videos.

It's already 7:30, and it's so quiet outside that there's not a single sound.

Lin Fan turned his head and looked at Su Xiaoxiao, who was flipping through a book, and asked:

"Why is it so quiet outside? Didn't those guys come today?"

"I'm here! How could I not come!"

Su Xiaoxiao closed her textbook, took a black tablet computer from the bar drawer, handed it over, and said with a smile:

"This morning, before five o'clock, those live streamers came to the entrance of Jin Street with their tripods and waited there, hoping to film us closing down to gain views."

Su Xiaoxiao swiped her finger across the tablet screen and pulled up the security camera footage from the doorway: