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

As Su Xiaoxiao warmly welcomed the patrol team members and sanitation workers into the house, the two young anchors huddled in the corner froze on the spot, their faces turning red and white, feeling a burning sensation on their faces.

Seeing Lin Fan turn around, his gaze calmly falling on them.

The young man in the woolen hat shuddered violently, instinctively taking a half-step back, clutching the selfie stick tightly behind his back. His expression was extremely flustered, and he stammered as he spoke first:

"Mr. Lin...we're so sorry...we know we were wrong...we'll leave right away! We'll leave immediately and won't cause you any more trouble at your doorstep..."

The companion next to him, wearing a tattered down jacket, also sniffled hard, his two frozen hands clasped together repeatedly, and he lowered his head, trying to retreat down the steps towards the alleyway exit.

"Yes, yes, we'll be right there... so as not to delay your business..."

The two felt ashamed and fearful, thinking that Lin Fan would definitely kick them out or even call the police.

"Alright, stop standing in the eye of the storm."

Lin Fan pushed the door open wider and pointed to several empty solid wood tables in the lobby:

"Open the door to cook, and welcome guests as soon as they enter. It's freezing cold outside, below minus ten degrees Celsius, and it's not worth getting sick. Sit down and have some hot soup to warm yourself up."

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao and Aunt Wang in the lobby also looked up abruptly, their faces full of disbelief.

"Brother Lin?!" Su Xiaoxiao stamped her feet anxiously. "These people were smearing us online this morning! What kind of food are you giving them?!"

Aunt Wang tugged at Lin Fan's sleeve: "Xiao Fan, we don't know what these people are up to, you can't be too soft-hearted!"

Lin Fan turned to look at Su Xiaoxiao and the older woman, and said gently, "Auntie, Xiaoxiao, let's keep things separate."

"The main troublemakers have already been arrested. As a restaurant owner, there's no reason to push hungry, shivering people in front of your door into a snowdrift."

Lin Fan turned around and looked at the men still frozen in place outside the door:

"What? Afraid I'll poison you? If you want to eat, come in; if you don't, close the door behind you."

The two young livestreamers outside the door shuddered, their eyes instantly welling up with tears.

They thought that since they had broken down the door today, they would inevitably get a beating.

To their utter surprise, the young boss, who had been the subject of widespread online slander, didn't utter a single harsh word. Instead, he opened his door and invited them inside for hot soup.

"Let's go in! Thank you, Boss Lin! Thank you, Boss Lin!"

The young man wearing a woolen hat wiped his face, pulled his companion along, and quickly followed the joint defense team members and sanitation workers into the lobby.

"Bang."

The door was closed tightly again, shutting out the biting cold wind completely.

The warm, dry air inside, mixed with the lingering aroma of pickled cabbage and meat, wafted over. The group of people, who were frozen stiff, shivered and sat down awkwardly at a large round table near the door, their hands on their knees, not even daring to shake the snow off their bodies.

"Xiaoxiao, pour them a few cups of hot water to warm them up."

Lin Fan gave a brief instruction, then turned and lifted the blue cloth curtain to enter the kitchen.

The only sound in the lobby was the splashing of water from the teapot being poured.

Su Xiaoxiao carried the tray over quickly, slamming several gleaming thick glasses onto the round table with a few loud thuds. Her pretty face remained tense, and she gave the two young men with selfie sticks a disapproving look.

"Drink it, the water's just boiled, it won't burn you."

"Oh... thank you, thank you beautiful."

The young man wearing a woolen hat quickly picked up the cup with both hands, but the scalding heat made him switch hands, yet he couldn't bear to put it down, greedily using the cup's heat to warm his frozen fingers.

He held his water glass while glancing around furtively out of the corner of his eye, looking somewhat guilty.

Upon seeing this, the two young men's eyes widened in astonishment.

In the videos of Dapeng and the articles from various self-media marketing accounts that they saw last night.

This "Lin Family Shop" was described as a dark and shady workshop hidden deep in an old alley.

"Dirty and messy dilapidated houses", "Fly restaurants with sewage flowing everywhere", "Exorbitantly priced black-hearted stalls that use inferior gutter oil and cheap fatty meat to fool people".

But sitting in this room now, the scene before me has absolutely nothing to do with the rumors circulating online!

The interior was not only luxuriously decorated, but the floor was also spotless, without a trace of mud or dirt.

The tables and chairs in the lobby are all made of thick solid wood, with a calm, woody luster on the tabletops.

The young man wearing a woolen hat quietly pressed his thumb against the edge of the table corner and forcefully slid it along the seam.

My fingertips were dry and smooth, without even a trace of the kind of black, sticky, stale grease often found in old restaurants.

What stunned him even more was the row of open glass display cases connected to the kitchen.

The glass was wiped so clean it was sparkling clean, without a single speck of oil or water stain.

Looking through the glass, on the stainless steel countertop in the back kitchen, knives, oil bottles, and spice jars were neatly stacked in stainless steel trays. The standing ultraviolet disinfection cabinet in the corner was still emitting a faint blue light, and the white porcelain deep plates inside were arranged as neatly as if they had been measured with a ruler.

Besides the pure aroma of the pork rib broth and pickled cabbage with minced meat, there wasn't even a trace of the rancid smell of stale cooking oil in the air.

The young man in the woolen hat looked down at the crystal-clear water in his hand, his lips trembling slightly. He nudged his companion with his elbow, his voice barely audible:

"Dude... look at this kitchen... it looks cleaner than the sterile lab in my university! Are those videos online saying this is a squalid mess made from garbage?!"

The young man beside him held a thermos of hot water in both hands, his cheeks flushed red, his Adam's apple bobbing laboriously as he suppressed his voice:

"How...how would I know! Those videos all use a creepy filter, the camera just focuses on the broken brick walls of the alley outside...who would have thought the inside is so neat and tidy!"

Although he spoke in a low voice, the lobby was only so big, and Old Liu, who was sitting at the next table drinking tea, had very sharp ears and immediately sneered.

Clang!

Old Liu slammed the large adjustable wrench he was holding onto the table, and glanced sideways at us:

"What are you muttering about? Huh? Did you find a rat dropping or gutter oil?!"

Old Liu slammed his teacup on the table, his face full of sarcasm as he looked at the two young men: "Weren't you so arrogant outside just now? Calling it a rip-off shop and accusing them of overcharging you."

"Now that you're seated, what are you doing, staring around with those eyes wide open?"

"Why don't you take out your crappy phone, take a close-up picture of Boss Lin's trash can, and post it online to explain to your fans?!"

The two young men were so enraged by Old Liu's barrage of questions that their faces burned. Their heads drooped so low they almost touched their chests, their necks hunched, and they gripped their water glasses tightly, not daring to utter a single sound.