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

The hustle and bustle of the night market gradually subsided.

When Lin Fan hung up the "Sold Out" sign, less than three hours had passed.

This night was destined to be a night that would go down in history for Jiangcheng Night Market.

The soup dumplings, priced at 666 yuan a basket, did not deter diners; instead, they seemed to have been poured into boiling oil, triggering an unprecedented buying frenzy.

Apart from the cage that Shen Man bought, the remaining 49 cages were completely sold out in just half an hour.

There was even a bidding war on the last basket of steamed buns, with the price soaring to 1000 yuan!

Pack up and go home.

The Wuling Hongguang carried the father and daughter through the neon lights of Jiangcheng.

Back in the rented room, I locked the doors and windows.

Lin Fan sat on the slightly shaky old wooden bed and began the most exciting part of the night—counting the profits.

"Splash..."

The cash in his waist bag spilled onto the bed, forming a small red mountain.

But that's just the tip of the iceberg; the real challenge lies within the phone itself.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and opened the bill statistics for WeChat and Alipay.

[Today's Revenue Statistics]

Egg fried rice (200 servings): 10000 yuan

Qiankun Tea Eggs (200 eggs): 20000 yuan

Crab Roe Soup Dumplings (50 baskets): NT$33300

Additional tips and change: 1200 yuan

Total: 64500 yuan!

Looking at the long string of numbers on the screen, even Lin Fan, who possessed a system, couldn't help but breathe rapidly.

Sixty-four thousand five hundred dollars!

Just one night!

Aside from the core ingredients provided by the system, there are also miscellaneous expenses such as ingredients purchased by oneself, gas, and fuel costs.

Net profit exceeded 60,000!

This isn't setting up a stall; this is practically printing money!

At this rate, that's 1.8 million a month! That's 20 million a year!

"call……"

Lin Fan lay on his back on the bed, looking at the mottled water stains on the ceiling, and a surge of indescribable pride welled up in his heart.

Su Qing, how much net profit does your proud listed company make in a year?

After deducting all expenses and taxes, it would probably only be tens of millions.

And I, with just a roadside stall, will soon be able to catch up with you!

"Dad...there are so many zeros..."

Tuantuan pressed her face against the phone screen, stretching out her chubby little fingers and carefully counting the numbers on it.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... Dad, did we bring the bank home?"

The little girl's eyes were full of stars; she had never seen so much money in her life.

Lin Fan smiled and ruffled his daughter's hair before pulling her into his arms.

"Tuantuan, this isn't a dream. This is the confidence your father gives you."

"Starting tomorrow, we're moving to a bigger house! Does Tuantuan want one with a garden or a swimming pool?"

Tuantuan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then innocently said, "I want to bring a big kitchen! That way Daddy can cook more delicious food!"

Lin Fan felt a warmth in his heart, and his nose tingled slightly.

What a wonderful daughter.

Even with money, she still thinks about her father.

"Okay! Dad promises you, we'll go house hunting in a few days! We want to buy the biggest kitchen in Jiangcheng!"

Lin Fan made a silent vow in his heart.

The current living conditions are terrible. Although we bought a car, the basement is dark and damp, which is bad for the child's health.

With this initial funding in hand, it's time to consider giving Tuantuan a real "home".

……

On the Internet.

The discussion about the "666 yuan exorbitantly priced steamed bun" has gone completely crazy.

#Crab Roe Bun Assassin Spotted at Jiangcheng Night Market#

#666 yuan a cage, where is your conscience?#

#Is Qin Shao's 10-basket meal a plant or true love?#

These topics dominated the top three trending topics in the city.

The comments section is highly polarized.

Those who have tried it are raving about it: "Please stop bashing it! It's made with the real deal! I've had two thousand yuan pairs of king crabs at Yangcheng Lake, and they weren't this fresh!"

But the vast majority of people who haven't tried it are vehemently criticizing it:

"How much does floor cleaning cost per person? Take me with you!"

"Selling it for 666 at a roadside stall? Does it meet hygiene standards? Did they pay taxes?"

"This is absolutely a publicity stunt! This kind of unscrupulous business should go bankrupt! I suggest a thorough investigation!"

"I think this is just a scam; anyone who buys it is an idiot!"

Seeing these negative comments, Lin Fan remained completely unmoved, and even felt a little amused.

Go ahead and criticize; the more enthusiastically you criticize, the higher the buzz will be.

The day you truly taste its flavor, every curse you utter now will turn into praise of "it's so delicious!"

……

The next morning.

Cloud Top Villa.

Su Qing sat at the elegant dining table, with bird's nest porridge and Western-style breakfast carefully prepared by the nanny in front of her.

But she had no appetite at all.

Her gaze was fixed on the trending comments section of her phone screen.

Especially the comment with the most likes:

"Where do you get top-quality crab roe from roadside stalls? That bright yellow broth is mostly made from dead crabs or inferior crab paste, mixed with large amounts of 'crab roe flavoring' and 'thickeners'! Eating this kind of thing long-term can cause diarrhea at best, and cancer at worst!"

Upon seeing the word "carcinogenic," Su Qing's hand trembled slightly.

She remembered the WeChat message Shen Man had sent her last night:

"It smelled like lard and dead crab meat, incredibly fishy! I even saw flies buzzing around!"

Shen Man is her most trusted best friend and would never lie to her.

Since Shen Man had said so, and combined with the "expert analysis" online, Su Qing's last trace of doubt was completely dispelled, replaced by endless anger and lingering fear.

"Lin Fan..."

Su Qing gritted her teeth, a fierce glint in her eyes. "You've stooped to this level just to make money?"

"It's one thing for you to rot in the mud, but why drag Tuantuan along? Tuantuan smells those toxic fragrances every day and eats those junk foods. How can her body take it?"

Su Qing felt as if her heart was being torn apart, wishing she could rush over right now and snatch her daughter back.

However, the scene at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau on the day of the divorce suddenly flashed into my mind.

Tuantuan clung tightly to Lin Fan's leg, crying her heart out:

"I don't want a big house! I don't want a new dress! I just want my dad! I want to be with my dad!"

That tender yet resolute voice was like a thorn, piercing Su Qing's heart, and even after so many days, it still aches faintly.

"But back then... it was you who cried and begged to choose him."

……

"Knock knock knock".

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door.

A female assistant in business attire entered, holding a tablet computer, her tone respectful yet slightly hurried:

"Mr. Su, the car is waiting downstairs. Our flight to Switzerland is at 3 p.m., we need to leave now."

Su Qing snapped out of her daze, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the pain and hesitation in her eyes.

Yes, the company is about to go public, and this European roadshow is extremely important as it relates to the company's final round of financing before listing on Nasdaq.

This is the culmination of her ten years of hard work, and it is also the guarantee that she can provide Tuantuan with the best possible future.

At this critical juncture, she must not be distracted by matters of the heart.

"I understand, I'll be right down," Su Qing replied coldly.