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

What kind of fragrance is it?

If the previous night market was a "mundane place" mixed with various seasonings, inferior oils, and cumin flavor, then...

At that moment, the aroma wafting from Lin Fan's pot was like a brutal and unreasonable "dimensional reduction attack".

It's not greasy or pungent, but it has an extremely pure aroma of roasted grains and eggs.

The aroma seemed to have eyes, sneaking into everyone's nostrils and then grabbing the cravings in their stomachs, pulling them out forcefully!

"Gulp..."

The fat man next door who sells grilled squid involuntarily bobbed his Adam's apple up and down.

He glanced at the sizzling squid in his hand, and although he usually thought his cooking skills were pretty good, he suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust.

Compared to that smell, this squid... is practically a rubber tire!

It's not just fat people.

The originally bustling and hurried crowd stopped abruptly as if frozen in place when they passed within a ten-meter radius of Lin Fan's stall.

"Holy crap? What's that smell? It smells amazing!"

"Did someone burn their rice? Wait, why does this burnt smell so good?"

"My god, I wasn't even hungry, but this smell makes me feel like I could eat a whole cow!"

The crowd began to stir, and countless eyes searched everywhere like radar. Finally, all eyes were focused on the inconspicuous tricycle in the corner.

Just then—

"BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!"

A deep, furious engine roar came from the street, drowning out the noise of the night market.

A bright red Ferrari 488, like a blazing fire, slowly drove through the crowded street.

Passersby quickly made way for them, casting envious and jealous glances.

The car window rolled down, revealing a young man wearing sunglasses and trendy clothes sitting in the driver's seat.

He was on the phone, looking quite annoyed.

"Don't mention Michelin three stars to me! That French restaurant last time was so bland, I wasn't even full! I just want something hot and flavorful right now... *slurp*..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man's nose suddenly twitched.

The next second, he slammed on the brakes!

"Creak—!!"

A luxury car worth tens of millions of yuan was parked on the side of the road, less than five meters away from Lin Fan's stall.

The young man hung up the phone, took off his sunglasses, and stared incredulously at the dilapidated tricycle, his eyes revealing a kind of "desire".

"This flavor... is amazing!"

He got out of the car and strode over.

The surrounding students recognized the car and began to whisper among themselves:

"Wow, isn't that Qin Lang, the famous rich second-generation heir of Jiangcheng?"

"I heard he's a super foodie, the kind of person who would fly overnight to Sichuan just to eat an authentic hot pot."

Qin Lang didn't care about the stares around him. He walked straight to Lin Fan's stall, his eyes fixed on the golden rice grains bubbling in the pot, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Until he saw the small blackboard next to him.

50 yuan/bowl

Qin Lang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed in exasperation: "Oh ho? Boss, this is interesting. You dare to sell a bowl for 50 yuan at this roadside stall? Is your rice edged with gold?"

The surrounding crowd burst into laughter.

"That's right, even Young Master Qin thinks it's too expensive!"

"This boss was probably trying to rip off his customers, but he ran into a pro."

Despite the doubts of the rich second-generation and the ridicule of those around him, Lin Fan's hands did not stop moving at all. His wok-tossing movements were smooth and fluid, without spilling a single drop of oil.

Without even looking up, he replied indifferently:

Whether it's worth the price or not, only your mouth and your stomach know.

"Hey! You've got quite a temper!" Qin Lang's competitive spirit was aroused. He pulled out a hundred-yuan bill from his wallet and slammed it on the table.

"Alright! I'll give it a try, drawn by the aroma! But let me make this clear: if the taste isn't worth the price, don't blame me for turning your stall upside down!"

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Tuantuan tugged at Lin Fan's trouser leg a little scared, but Lin Fan gave his daughter a reassuring look, then ladled out a full bowl of fried rice and placed it in front of Qin Lang.

"I'll give you fifty."

Lin Fan found a crumpled fifty-yuan bill.

Qin Lang didn't even glance at the change; his attention was completely drawn to the bowl of rice in front of him.

The visual impact is even stronger when viewed up close.

Every grain of rice is evenly coated with golden egg liquid, shimmering with an enticing luster under the light. Not a trace of excess oil seeps out, and the scallions are vibrant green and glistening. The aroma in the steaming hot rice is simply irresistible.

"It looks quite appealing..."

Qin Lang muttered something, picked up a disposable spoon, scooped out a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

The entire room fell silent, everyone waiting for the picky young master to lose his temper.

however.

one second.

two seconds.

Qin Lang froze. His expression shifted from nonchalant to shock in an instant, and his pupils contracted sharply!

The moment the rice grains enter your mouth, your teeth break through the caramelized egg coating, and the soft, chewy rice explodes on your tongue.

It was an indescribable deliciousness, without any complicated seasonings, only the purest and most exquisite aroma of rice and eggs!

It was as if a pair of gentle, large hands had instantly soothed the restlessness in his stomach and the vexation in his heart.

good to eat!

It's so damn delicious!

All the delicacies I've eaten in my life seem like pig swill compared to this bowl of fried rice!

"Ugh!!"

Qin Lang let out a muffled sob, and then, to everyone's astonishment, this usually ostentatious rich kid suddenly slumped onto the table, his spoon flashing in the air!

"Smack smack..."

"Gurgle..."

One bite after another! I just couldn't stop!

He even ate so fast that the food was so hot that he kept spitting out his food, but he still couldn't bear to spit it out!

In less than two minutes.

A large bowl of fried rice, along with a single scallion, was devoured by Qin Lang in a whirlwind.

At this moment, Qin Lang's mouth was glistening with oil. He licked his lips with a lingering sense of satisfaction, looked at the empty bowl, and then glanced at the dumbfounded onlookers beside him.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone eat before?"

Qin Lang roared, then suddenly turned to look at Lin Fan with a burning gaze, as if he were looking at a stunning beauty.

He pulled out another hundred-yuan bill and slammed it hard on the table.

"Boss! Another bowl! No, two bowls! Keep the change!"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The passersby who were just mocking Lin Fan for being obsessed with money were now gaping, their jaws practically dropping to the ground.

That's Qin Lang!

Young Master Qin, who has tasted delicacies from all over the world, actually licked the plate clean for a bowl of fried rice from a roadside stall? And he even wanted to order more?

This must be a paid shill, right? But who can hire a shill who drives a Ferrari?!

Faced with Qin Lang's additional order, Lin Fan calmly put away the rag, pointed to the third line of text on the blackboard, and said in a calm but unquestionable tone:

"Sorry, one purchase is limited to one per person."

"What?!"

Qin Lang's eyes widened, wondering if he had misheard. "I have money! I'll pay double! How about a hundred a bowl?"

Lin Fan shook his head: "Rules are rules. Not even a mountain of gold can change that."

Qin Lang was dumbfounded.

At this moment, the chubby stall owner, who had been swallowing hard the whole time, finally couldn't hold back any longer and cautiously asked:

"Um...Young Master Qin, is this food...really that delicious?"

Qin Lang turned his head, glared at him fiercely, and said through gritted teeth:

"Delicious? This is food fit for gods! 50 yuan? This owner is practically doing charity!"

After saying that, Qin Lang scratched his head in frustration. Looking at Lin Fan's determined eyes, he knew that this boss was a ruthless person.

His eyes darted around, and he suddenly pointed at the group of people who had just gathered around and shouted:

"What are you all standing there for? If you don't buy now, I'll have to line up too!"

That shout was like pouring a ladle of water into boiling oil.

"boom!"

The crowd erupted in chaos.

"Give me a bowl! I have money!"

"Me too! Me too! Move aside!"

"Holy crap, if Young Master Qin says it's good, then it must be amazing! Boss, scan the code!"

In an instant, that quiet corner became the craziest center of the entire night market!