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

Despite their complaints, their eyes couldn't help but drift towards the steamer.

I can't help it, it smells so good.

"Boss! Four baskets of steamed buns, four bowls of fried rice, and four tea eggs!"

Qin Lang easily squeezed to the front, took four number plates from the four young men, and then scanned the code to pay. "It's on me today! Let these country bumpkins see what's what!"

Lin Fan looked up at Qin Lang.

Although this rich kid seems unreliable, he has indeed helped a lot these past two days, and can be considered his "number one fan".

"Just a moment, it'll be ready soon."

Lin Fan quickly and efficiently plated the food.

Soon, four "Supreme Set Meals" were served.

Because there were no tables, several rich kids who usually frequented high-end clubs could only imitate Qin Lang and squat on the curb in a very incongruous way, holding disposable bowls in their hands.

"Old Qin, if this stuff isn't good, you're paying for the drinks tonight."

Old Zhao muttered something and picked up a steamed bun.

As the young master of a family with a long history in the catering industry, his palate was raised on lavish meals and was extremely discerning.

He first examined the appearance of the steamed buns.

"Hmm? This dough..."

Old Zhao's eyes narrowed.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

The translucency and elasticity of this dough are even better than those of the master chef at his hotel who has been making pastries for thirty years.

He hesitated for a moment, then bit open a small hole and sipped the soup.

next second.

Old Zhao froze.

He remained in a sucking position, his eyes widening until his pupils contracted violently, as if he had seen a ghost!

"This...this crab roe..."

Old Zhao abruptly turned to look at Lin Fan, his voice trembling, "Boss! You used the king crab from Yangcheng Lake? And you only used that tiny bit of the most exquisite crab roe from the crab shell?!"

Lin Fan glanced at him indifferently, neither denying it nor giving a single word in response:

"You know your stuff."

boom!

Old Zhao felt his head buzzing.

Those are the kinds of ingredients you could buy with money! And this boss is using them to make steamed buns for a roadside stall?!

Wasteful? No! This is the height of luxury!

"Delicious! Holy crap! It's so delicious!"

Old Zhao no longer cared about his image or the airs of a Michelin-starred young master. He stuffed the whole bun into his mouth and chewed it until his mouth was full of oil.

The fat, rich kid next to him was even more outrageous. After finishing a steamed bun, he picked up his fried rice and started showing it off, mumbling incoherently as he ate:

"Waaaaah! Mom! I used to eat pig swill! Qin Lang, you scoundrel, why didn't you bring me here sooner!"

Ten minutes later.

The steamer and bowls in front of the four rich kids were now empty.

Zhao Tianyi, in particular, leaned against a lamppost with his eyes closed, seemingly still savoring the lingering taste of the crab roe bursting on his tongue.

As the young master of the Grand Hyatt Hotel, he had eaten all kinds of delicacies since childhood, but this basket of steamed buns from a roadside stall gave him an unprecedented sense of shock.

"call……"

Zhao Tianyi let out a long breath, stood up, straightened his expensive custom-made suit, and his expression became extremely serious.

He walked straight up to Lin Fan, who was busy at work, and waited until Lin Fan finished a packing order before politely handing him a gold-embossed business card.

"Boss Lin, let's get to know each other again."

Zhao Tianyi spoke sincerely, "I am Zhao Tianyi, the general manager of the Jiangcheng Grand Hyatt Hotel."

Lin Fan wiped his hands, took the business card, glanced at it, and nodded slightly.

"Mr. Zhao, what brings you here? If you want to add to your order, you'll have to join the queue again."

No, it's not an additional order.

Zhao Tianyi waved his hand, looking intently at Lin Fan, "Boss Lin's skills are being wasted on a roadside stall exposed to the wind and sun, and it's a great loss to the culinary world."

The surrounding diners perked up their ears.

Zhao Tianyi held up three fingers, his voice soft but firm:

"I would like to invite Mr. Lin to join the Grand Hyatt Group as Executive Chef and Technical Consultant."

"Annual salary of two million, plus a 5% share of the catering department's profits."

"You lead the team, you decide the menu, and you even set the working hours. Boss Lin, what do you say?"

boom--!

The entire room fell silent for a moment, then erupted in a suppressed gasp.

Annual salary of two million! Plus stock options!

The Grand Hyatt Hotel's annual food and beverage revenue is astronomical; this 5% bonus is probably higher than an annual salary!

This isn't hiring a chef; it's practically inviting a god of wealth to live in!

This is the mindset of top-tier rich kids.

No gimmicks, just a price that's hard to refuse.

Shen Man listened in disbelief, clutching the unfinished bun in her hand, feeling that the "30,000 monthly salary" she had asked for was simply a joke.

however.

Faced with this top-tier invitation that would make countless people envious, Lin Fan's expression remained calm and composed.

He gently placed the business card on the corner of the counter, and without even hesitating, calmly began to speak:

"Thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Zhao."

"However, I'm used to being carefree and can't stand being restrained."

Zhao Tianyi frowned: "Boss Lin feels the compensation isn't enough? We can discuss it further..."

"It's not about the money."

Lin Fan raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the simple stall behind him, then looking towards the bustling CBD in the distance, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

"Mr. Zhao, it really is a roadside stall now."

"But I am confident that in the near future, I will be able to open a store that is just as good as the Grand Hyatt."

These words were neither humble nor arrogant, but rather resounding and powerful.

Zhao Tianyi was stunned.

He stared at Lin Fan for a full three seconds, trying to find a trace of "waiting for a better price" on the other's face, but all he saw was absolute confidence and ambition.

a long time.

Zhao Tianyi suddenly laughed, a hearty laugh.

"Good! That's ambitious!"

He wasn't angry; instead, he gave Lin Fan a thumbs up and said, "Since Boss Lin has such lofty ambitions, then I won't force you to do anything against your will."

"Even though we didn't make a deal, we'll remain friendly. I'll definitely be a regular customer! On the day you open your shop, I, Zhao, will send you the biggest flower basket ever!"

"You're welcome anytime." Lin Fan smiled and nodded.

Qin Lang, watching from the side, was speechless and nudged Zhao Tianyi's arm:

"Old Zhao, it seems you've met your match this time. I told you long ago, this boss is no ordinary person."

Watching Lin Fan's busy figure, Zhao Tianyi sighed, "Yes, the catering industry in Jiangcheng is about to change."

……

Zurich, Switzerland.

late at night.

After a long day of intense work, Su Qing returned to her hotel room.

She rubbed her temples wearily, then habitually took out her phone, wanting to relax by reading domestic news.

Although she blocked Lin Fan's hashtag, she couldn't block him on WeChat Moments.

As you swipe your finger, a dynamic message comes into view.