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

Late at night.

Nourished by the system's delicious food, Tuantuan had fallen into a deep sleep in Lin Fan's arms, a sweet smile still on her lips.

Lin Fan looked at the moonlight outside the window and clenched his fist.

Su Qing, you said I can't live without you?

We'll see!

……

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves and spilled into the courtyard.

Lin Fan got up very early, and with the start-up capital given to him by the system, he headed straight for the used car market.

After some haggling, he bought a nearly new electric tricycle for 1200 yuan.

Although it looks a bit bulky, the battery is powerful enough to make a round trip without any problem.

Next, he went to the kitchenware market to purchase a high-powered stove, a liquefied gas cylinder, and some disposable bowls and chopsticks.

He used the remaining money to buy side dishes and seasonings.

Although the system provides the core ingredients of rice and eggs, the auxiliary ingredients such as scallions, oil, and salt cannot be of poor quality, so Lin Fan is extremely strict in his selection.

"Dad, are we going to sell food today?"

Tuantuan was wearing a faded pink sweatshirt, with two little pigtails on her head. She sat obediently on the small stool of the tricycle, clutching a cheap drawing board that Lin Fan had just bought for her.

"Yes, is Tuantuan scared?" Lin Fan asked with a smile as he rode his tricycle back to the back.

"I'm not afraid! I want to help Daddy collect the money!" Tuantuan waved her little fists and said in her childish voice, "I'm Little Tuantuan the cashier!"

Lin Fan felt a warmth in his heart and turned the handle.

The tricycle, humming, carried the hopes of the father and daughter as it drove out of the dilapidated alleyway.

……

Jiangcheng University Town Night Market.

This is one of the busiest night markets in Jiangcheng. Every night, tens of thousands of college students and white-collar workers from the surrounding area flock here to find food to satisfy their hunger.

At 5:30 p.m., the stalls began to be set up one after another.

Smoke rose and the noise gradually increased.

Lin Fan arrived late, and most of the good spots were already taken. He could only push his tricycle and stop at the very end of the night market, in a corner not far from the trash cans.

Even though the location was remote, Lin Fan remained completely calm.

Good wine needs no bush, let alone a man who has a "system cheat"?

"Hey, new here?"

The stall next door was run by a middle-aged, overweight man selling grilled squid. He was shirtless, with a gold chain around his neck, and was glancing sideways at Lin Fan's rather shabby tricycle.

"Yes, I'm new to this line of work, please take care of me, brother." Lin Fan nodded politely, while deftly setting up the folding table.

"What are you making?" the fat man asked casually.

"Fried rice with egg".

"Tch, fried rice with egg." Upon hearing this, the fat man immediately lost interest, his eyes filled with disdain.

"This stuff is everywhere. Old Zhang, the guy selling fried noodles over there, only charges ten yuan a serving and throws in a sausage. Young man, this job isn't easy, especially with a kid in tow, tsk tsk..."

He looked at Tuantuan sitting obediently beside him, shook his head, as if he could already see Lin Fan's company going bankrupt in a few days.

Lin Fan did not refute, but silently took out a small blackboard he made himself from the carriage and hung it in the most conspicuous place on the tricycle.

On the blackboard were several powerful characters written in chalk:

Lin's Supreme Egg Fried Rice

Price: 50 yuan/bowl

[Rules: One item per person, no bargaining]

After writing this line, Lin Fan gently blew away the chalk dust, a shrewd glint in his eyes.

The reason he wrote it this way was not because he was being aloof, but because he had thought it through carefully.

Firstly, the number of ingredients in the newbie gift pack given by the system is limited; there's only enough for fifty servings today.

Secondly, he urgently needs to increase his public profile.

He was very confident in his fried rice.

If a nouveau riche comes along out of curiosity and buys everything outright, then all the work for tonight will have been for nothing.

If fifty people eat, there are fifty mouths to help spread the word; if only one person eats, it's just filling their stomach.

In this era where traffic is king, if you want to turn things around quickly, you have to learn "scarcity marketing".

The more unattainable something is, the more it stirs people's desires, isn't it?

When the sign was put up, the fat man, who was busy with his own things, almost popped his eyes out.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

"How...how much??" The fat man pointed at the blackboard, his voice cracking.

"Fifty?! Young man, is your chalk made of gold, or did a phoenix lay your eggs?"

The fat man's shout immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding stall owners and passing students.

"Holy crap? Am I seeing things? Street vendor selling fried rice for fifty?"

"Is this the price of a five-star hotel? Is this owner out of his mind for money?"

"I think he's lost his mind. That fried rice stall over there only charges 8 yuan!"

Several college students passing by stopped and pointed at Lin Fan's stall, their faces full of amusement.

If it were a trendy online store with clearly marked prices, that would be fine, but Lin Fan's stall looked shabby no matter how you looked at it.

A broken tricycle, a black iron pot, not even a decent signboard, and they dare to sell it for fifty?

"dad……"

Faced with the strange looks and mocking laughter from those around her, Tuantuan shrank back in fear and tugged at Lin Fan's sleeve.

Why are they laughing at us? Is it because we're selling at too high a price?

Although the little girl didn't understand the concept of money, she could sense the malice of others.

Lin Fan squatted down and gently stroked his daughter's nose, his voice soft: "Tuantuan, remember what Daddy said. Our fried rice is the best in the world, and it's worth the price. In the future, they'll have to line up and beg us to eat it."

"Yes! I believe in Dad!" Tuantuan nodded heavily, then mustered her courage and shouted to the crowd.

"Uncle and Auntie, my dad's cooking is absolutely delicious! You'll see when you try it!"

The little girl's innocent voice sounded particularly clear and crisp in the noisy night market.

However, this did not dispel people's doubts, but instead attracted more criticism.

"Tsk tsk, these days, adults are so obsessed with money that they even drag their kids out to play the victim."

"Exactly, they're taking advantage of children's sympathy, they're really shameless."

"Let's go, let's stop looking. Only a fool would buy that."

The crowd gathered and dispersed, and half an hour passed.

The fat guy next door has already sold over a dozen skewers of grilled squid, and there's a queue at the stinky tofu stall in front of us.

Lin Fan's stall was deserted; apart from a few passersby who took photos and posted them on their WeChat Moments complaining about the "sky-high price of fried rice," no one paid any money.

While smearing sauce, the fat man gloated to Lin Fan, "Hey kid, take my advice, hurry up and change that sign. Maybe you can make ten yuan and get some business. If you just sit there like this, you won't even make enough to cover your electricity bill tonight!"

Lin Fan ignored him.

He glanced at the time; it was 6:30 PM, dinnertime.

"That's about it."

Lin Fan stood up, stretched his wrists, and his eyes instantly sharpened.

Since no one recognizes its value, let's let the facts speak for themselves.

He silently recited a phrase to himself, then turned on the valve of the liquefied gas tank.

"call--!!"

Blue flames suddenly leaped up, licking the bottom of the pot.

Lin Fan picked up the wok with one hand and poured a spoonful of clear oil into it.

As the oil temperature rises, a wisp of white smoke appears.

Just when everyone thought the young boss was still putting up a last-ditch effort, Lin Fan poured the prepared egg mixture and the crystal-clear Xiangshui tribute rice into the pot at the same time!

"Sizzle!!"

This loud explosion was like a bugle call to launch a charge.

next second.

A powerful, intense, and soul-stirring aroma suddenly burst forth from the black iron pot!

The fat man, who had been mocking Lin Fan, suddenly dropped the brush he was holding onto the iron plate.

He took a deep breath, froze on the spot, and looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"What... what the hell is this taste?!"