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

That large earthenware pot was a whole size bigger than the one we had just given to Old Liu and the others.

The bottom of the pot is extremely thick from the heat, and even after being removed from the high-heat stove, the golden sour soup inside continues to bubble and boil.

Thin slices of blackfish, curled like flowers, undulate gently in the boiling broth.

Below is a large clump of wide sweet potato noodles, soaked in bone broth and with a warm amber color.

At the very top, a thin, clear film of oil floats on the soup noodles, with a handful of dried red chili pepper pieces, golden-brown minced garlic, and green Sichuan peppercorns soaked in boiling oil at 200 degrees Celsius in the middle, emitting a fragrant aroma.

"This is a clay pot stew of pickled cabbage, black carp, and vermicelli; that pot is stir-fried pickled mustard greens with diced pork."

Lin Fan brought out seven or eight large, thick white porcelain bowls stacked together, along with a stainless steel ladle and bamboo chopsticks, and placed them flat on the edge of the table.

"The rice is in the bucket, help yourself. It's cold, eat it while it's hot."

The two sanitation workers stood up hesitantly, looking at the table laden with steaming hot dishes and piles of meat, somewhat afraid to reach for the bowls and chopsticks.

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin, this... this is all lean meat! How much does this cost?"

"We're just two old folks who shovel snow, how could we possibly afford such expensive food..."

Lin Fan didn't say much. He picked up two large white porcelain bowls and filled them with two full bowls of white rice from the rice bucket. Then he used a large iron spoon to scoop out two large spoonfuls of glossy, fragrant minced pickled mustard greens and spread them firmly on top of the rice.

The dark, sizzling sauce made with rendered pork fat instantly flowed down through the gaps between the rice grains, producing a soft, sizzling sound.

Lin Fan handed two large, heavy bowls of mixed rice to the two elderly sanitation workers with both hands:

"Uncle, I said I'd treat you today, no need to mention money. I worked hard for several hours in the wind and snow this morning, and I can't stand it without meat. Eat up, there's plenty of rice."

The two elderly people's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

The uncle trembled as he took the large porcelain bowl. The scalding heat from the bottom of the bowl seeped into his bones through his palms, making his frostbitten hands tremble with pleasure.

He grabbed the spoon and stirred it vigorously with his wrist.

The snow-white rice from Xiangshui was quickly coated with golden-red pickled cabbage and minced meat, and each grain of rice was covered with a layer of oily, reddish-brown sheen.

The uncle lowered his head, blew out the white steam, and scooped up a large spoonful of mixed rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ugh—!"

The uncle's cheeks suddenly puffed out, his eyes widened instantly, and he even paused his chewing for half a second.

As you cut through the meat, the diced black mountain pork is crispy and chewy, releasing a burst of pure, smoky aroma between your teeth.

Immediately afterwards, the diced pickled mustard greens made an extremely crisp and clean "crunch" sound, and the refreshing and slightly sour juice instantly dissolved the heaviness of the lard.

The chewy and soft rice at the bottom has absorbed the soy sauce and meat juices, making it sweet and fragrant!

"It smells so good...it smells amazing!"

The man swallowed hard, the heat burning his cheeks, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"I've lived for sixty years and I've never eaten such fragrant white rice... The diced meat was crispy, the pickled vegetables were crunchy, and the rice was full of oily aroma... It's so satisfying!"

The uncle lowered his head, gripped the spoon like a shovel at full power, and shoveled large mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

Old Zhou, his companion next to him, was also sweating profusely as he shoveled rice into his mouth while secretly wiping the corners of his eyes with the back of his rough hands.

Seeing this, the middle-aged joint defense team member Lao Wang and the young patrolman Xiao Chen stopped being polite.

The two of them each filled a large bowl with rice, and then used a large iron ladle to scoop out a large bowl full of pickled fish and wide rice noodles from the casserole.

Old Wang picked up a mouthful of translucent, wide rice noodles and slurped it into his mouth.

"Slurp—!"

The rice noodles were incredibly smooth, soft, chewy, and springy when you bit into them. They didn't have the hard, chewy texture of the rice noodles made with added glue that you find in the market. They were filled with a rich, sour broth made from white fish bones, and they were piping hot.

Old Wang then picked up a slice of blackfish and put it in his mouth. With a gentle touch of his tongue, the thin, cicada-wing-like fish meat melted silently in his mouth. It was so delicate that there was no roughness of the muscle fibers, and not a single tiny bone could be found.

"Excellent knife skills! Excellent broth!"

Old Wang picked up the large bowl and gulped down three mouthfuls of hot soup. The mild spiciness of the white pepper mixed with the aroma of garlic permeated by hot oil rushed straight to his head, and the pores on his back instantly opened up, sweat pouring out profusely.

"Boss Lin, this soup is incredibly well-made! The fish bones are thoroughly boiled in hot water, and there's not a trace of MSG or artificial flavoring. The flavor comes entirely from the pickled cabbage and bone oil. It's so comforting and warming, it's amazing!"

The entire round table was filled with the sounds of chewing, slurping noodles, and swallowing.

Only the two young anchors remained, sitting blankly in their chairs, too afraid to move.

Lin Fan turned around, scooped two bowls of rice covered with pickled cabbage and minced meat from the wooden bucket, and pushed them in front of them, speaking calmly:

"The food is served. Whether you eat it or not is up to you."

The young man wearing the woolen hat shuddered violently.

He looked down at the bowl of glistening, fragrant bibimbap in front of him, then at the snow-white fish and glistening vermicelli bubbling in the casserole. His nose stung, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The young man beside him felt his throat tighten, his lips trembled, and he stretched out his hands only to pull them back, choking out in a low voice:

"Boss Lin...we...we...we really don't deserve to eat this..."

Old Liu at the next table took a big drag on his pipe and let out a cold laugh from afar:

"Knowing you're not worthy isn't entirely blind! This morning you joined in the commotion, and the first thing you said was that 188 pan-fried buns were robbery, an exorbitant price rip-off!"

"Don't you even need to use your dog eyes to see what kind of rice, meat, and fish Boss Lin is using!"

Old Liu pointed to his pipe stick on the table:

"With this skill and these ingredients, any five-star hotel in Jiangcheng would dare charge you several hundred yuan for a single dish!"

"188 yuan for a serving of pan-fried buns is expensive?! That's because you're ignorant and all you have left in your pockets is petty calculations!"

Old Liu's words hit the two young men squarely on the head.

The young man wearing a woolen hat bit his lip hard, his two frozen hands trembling as he picked up the spoon.

He scooped up a large spoonful of rice mixed with stir-fried pickled mustard greens and minced pork, which was soaked in a deep red lard sauce, and put it in his mouth.

"boom!"

An indescribable warm sensation, like a ball of fire, exploded in the bottom of my stomach!

The young man froze in his chair, tears streaming down his face like broken beads, falling heavily into his rice bowl.

It smells so good...

It smells so good!

He remembered the cold bun he had eaten that morning, which was frozen solid and sour like an ice cube.

I remember when I was riding the wave of popularity in sub-zero temperatures, I was even planning to shout and make the whole internet boycott this "black shop" for a few hundred likes and a few dollars in traffic revenue.

But this hot meal in my mouth...

Every diced meat is hand-cut, every bite of pickled cabbage is crisp, and every drop of lard is fragrant and pure.

The young man stretched out his chopsticks, picked up another wide sweet potato noodle soaked in milky white broth, and put it in his mouth.

The rice noodles are as smooth and soft as jade. The moment you bite into them, the piping hot fish soup inside bursts onto your tongue.

The young man frantically shoveled rice into his mouth while sobbing uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down his face. He was convulsing so badly he could barely hold his spoon.

"We're not human...we deserve to die...the internet is full of nonsense...it's all fabricated rumors..."

The young man beside him was also holding a large porcelain bowl with both hands, his face almost buried in the rice. He was swallowing large mouthfuls of scalding hot rice while sobbing and wiping away tears, his face flushed red.

"How could it be made like this... How could it taste so good... Waaaaah..."