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

Lin Fan was very fast.

Before long, fifty soup dumplings were neatly arranged in the steamer.

Lin Fan placed the steamer on the high-heat stove and put the lid on.

"call--!!"

Flames rose.

He turned around, casually picked up a towel to wipe his hands, looked at the stunned Truth Bro, and said calmly:

"Is the testing done?"

"If you haven't finished, you can continue. If you have finished..."

Lin Fan pointed to the red paper next to him that read "Fake one, pay ten thousand" and said, "I think the result should be clear."

Truth Guy was completely panicked at this point.

The test tube in his hand was still clear and transparent, and the test strip showed no color change.

The so-called "high-tech testing instrument" he brought consistently displayed a value of "0"—meaning that no harmful substances exceeded the standard.

All of this tells him: This steamed bun is terrifyingly clean!

"I...I..."

Sweat streamed down Truth Bro's face as he tried to argue that it was all Lin Fan's trick.

However, looking at the hundreds of disdainful eyes around him, at Professor Liu's stern gaze, and at the screen filled with "apology" and "quit the internet" messages in the live broadcast room, he was deeply moved.

He knew that the situation was hopeless.

"Um... maybe my reagents expired..."

The man trying to save face stammered as he frantically packed his suitcase, attempting to make a quick getaway.

"stop."

A cold shout rang out.

It wasn't Lin Fan, but Qin Lang who walked out from the crowd.

Young Master Qin was wearing a flashy pink suit today, and he was also holding a folding fan.

Several burly black men stood behind him, blocking Truth Guy's path.

"Trying to run away after spreading rumors?"

Qin Lang patted Truth Guy's face with his folding fan, a mocking look on his face. "Weren't you quite capable just now? Talking about cancer and death warrants. What, are you mute now?"

"Young Master Qin... Young Master Qin..." Truth Bro recognized this notorious troublemaker in Jiangcheng, and his legs went weak.

"Boss Lin has a good temper and won't hold it against you. But I have a short temper."

Qin Lang sneered, "I'm a huge fan of these steamed buns, and I've been eating them for days. You just said they cause cancer, aren't you practically cursing me to die?"

"No, no, no! That's not what I meant! I meant to..."

"You're after traffic, aren't you?"

Qin Lang interrupted him, turning to the surrounding crowd, "Everyone, shouldn't this kind of internet celebrity who will stop at nothing for traffic and maliciously smear conscientious businesses be banned?"

"Should!!"

The public's anger was ignited.

"This kind of person is a cancer on the internet! Kill him!"

"Apologize! You must apologize!"

Amidst a chorus of condemnation, Truth Bro finally broke down.

He knelt down with a thud, faced the camera, and cried out:

"I'm so sorry! Boss Lin, I'm so sorry! Everyone, I'm so sorry! I was out of my mind! I said all that just to get attention!"

"These steamed buns are fine! The ingredients are top-notch! I'm lying! Please, everyone, leave me alone!"

This kneeling and this apology completely brought this "anti-counterfeiting farce" to an end.

Lin Fan looked at Truth Bro kneeling on the ground, but did not kick him while he was down, nor did he show any excessive pleasure.

To him, it was just a fly; once it was gone, that was it.

His gaze remained fixed on the steaming bamboo steamer.

"Time's up."

Lin Fan glanced at his watch, precisely turned off the stove, and lifted the lid.

"Whoosh—"

That familiar, irresistible aroma of crab roe, accompanied by rising white steam, once again dominated the entire night market!

If the previous doubts were a gloomy cloud, then at this moment, this fragrance is the most brilliant sunshine, instantly dispelling all the gloom!

The crowd that had been cursing "Truth Guy" suddenly fell silent, and everyone took a deep breath in unison.

"It smells...it smells so good..."

"Are these the steamed buns that Boss Lin made himself? They smell even better than yesterday's!"

"Who just said it causes cancer? This is more like a hallucinogen! Just one whiff and I feel like I'm ascending to heaven!"

Lin Fan picked up a crystal-clear soup dumpling that was still trembling slightly and placed it on a small plate.

He gave it to neither Qin Lang nor Shen Man.

Instead, he took the plate and walked up to Professor Liu, who had been standing in the front row speaking out for justice.

"Sir, thank you for speaking up for me earlier."

Lin Fan handed over the plate with both hands, speaking respectfully, "Please try this first steamed bun."

Respecting the elderly and honoring the virtuous is a deeply ingrained quality of upbringing.

Professor Liu was taken aback for a moment, then a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Good! Good lad! You have skill, and even more so, good character!"

Professor Liu accepted the plate without hesitation.

As a titan in the food industry, he has tasted countless delicacies throughout his life, and his palate has long been discerning.

But when faced with this small steamed bun, his eyes revealed a long-lost sense of anticipation.

He picked up the steamed bun and gently bit a small opening in it.

Golden broth flowed out.

Professor Liu leaned closer and took a puff.

The next second, the old professor's somewhat cloudy eyes suddenly shone with an astonishing brightness!

He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. His expression shifted from surprise to rapture, and finally to profound awe.

"Wonderful...wonderful!"

Professor Liu suddenly opened his eyes, unable to resist slapping the table in amazement, "Fresh without being fishy, ​​rich without being greasy! The preparation of this crab roe is simply divine! It retains its original wildness while blending in the rich aroma of meat!"

"Especially these noodles, they're chewy and translucent, locking in the essence of every drop of the broth!"

"I'm an old man who's lived to be seventy and has eaten my way across the country, but these soup dumplings... are number one!"

boom!

If Zhao Tianyi's evaluation is a commercial endorsement, then Professor Liu's statement "it is undoubtedly number one" is the highest gold medal in academia!

Authoritative certification!

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

"Even Professor Liu said it was number one! How could it be false?"

"I want to buy some! Boss! No matter the price, give me a whole basket!"

"Line up! Line up quickly! Don't try to take it from me today!"

The sparse queue suddenly expanded like an inflated balloon, stretching for hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye!

Those passersby who were initially observing now rushed in like madmen.

What causes cancer? What's so expensive?

Compared to absolute deliciousness and authoritative certification, all of that is meaningless!

"I want a whole cage!"

"I want two cages!"

"Boss! I'll pay double the price for the share that Truth Guy couldn't get!"

The situation was completely out of control.

Shen Man stood in the crowd, watching Lin Fan surrounded by countless people, like a star being worshipped by the moon, and felt a mix of emotions.

"Just how many more surprises does this guy have that I don't know about?"

Shen Man looked at the photo of Lin Fan's focused expression that she had just taken on her phone, and her heart inexplicably raced.

She suddenly felt a little worried.

What will Su Qing's expression be when she returns and sees this scene?