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

"Tuantuan wants to eat a big chicken leg, and she wants to buy one for Daddy!" Tuantuan hugged Shen Man's arm and acted coquettishly, rubbing her little face against Shen Man's sleeve.

Shen Man's heart melted at the sight, and she readily agreed, "Buy it! I'll empty the entire supermarket!"

Just then, a loud engine roar, like the howl of a wild beast, forcefully drowned out the hustle and bustle of the night market.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!"

The bright red Ferrari 488 executed a beautiful drift and stopped precisely behind Shen Man's BMW, the two luxury cars completely filling the roadside with their grandeur.

The car door opened, and Qin Lang, dressed in an extravagant studded leather jacket and wearing large sunglasses, swaggered over with his car keys in his hand.

"Oh, isn't this Miss Shen?"

Qin Lang took off his sunglasses, looked at Shen Man sitting on a small stool, and teased her with a cheeky remark.

"Qin Lang! No one will think you're mute if you don't speak!" Shen Man glared at him fiercely. "If you want steamed buns, go to the back of the line!"

"Tch, when has this young master ever stood in line?"

Qin Lang chuckled, and as he approached the stall, his eyes were drawn to the small blackboard hanging in front of it.

"Holy crap? Relocation? Phoenix Golden Street?"

Qin Lang's reaction was exactly the same as Shen Man's earlier; his eyes widened, he pointed at the words on the blackboard, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Boss Lin, are you kidding me? The one next to Dawei Hot Pot... the one with that huge transformer box standing at the entrance?"

When the surrounding diners saw that even Young Master Qin knew about the shop's "bad reputation," their worries intensified.

Lin Fan remained calm and handed Qin Lang a steaming basket of freshly cooked soup dumplings:

"What, Young Master Qin, do you also think that's a death trap?"

"That place has to be a death trap!"

Qin Lang took the steamed bun, not even bothering to eat it, and said with a pained expression:

"Boss Lin, have you been fooled? I know that shop too well! When my old man was developing Golden Street, he said it was a feng shui disaster. It was originally intended to be used as a warehouse, but some unlucky guy ended up taking it over."

"That Zhang Dawei, the fat bastard who runs the hotpot restaurant next door, was bragging on his WeChat Moments the other day about how some sucker got a piece of the pie and took over a junkyard. Turns out... that sucker was you?!"

Upon hearing the words "sucker," Shen Man, who was engrossed in her meal, couldn't help but burst out laughing, looking at Lin Fan with schadenfreude.

Lin Fan simply smiled, took out another flyer from his apron pocket, held it between two fingers, and handed it to Qin Lang.

"You'll find out on Saturday whether you're a sucker or not."

"This is your VIP invitation. On the day of the grand opening, in addition to steamed buns and fried rice, we will also have a 'Supreme Clear Broth Beef Brisket Noodles'."

"Beef brisket noodles?!"

Qin Lang, who was originally feeling sorry for Lin Fan, had his attention instantly diverted upon hearing these three words.

He took the flyer, stared at the incredibly tempting noodle picture on it, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"Supreme...clear broth? Boss Lin, you're quite confident about that."

Qin Lang naturally knew the significance of the words "clear soup".

Thick soup relies on seasonings, clear soup relies on skill.

If someone dares to call it "Supreme Clear Broth," then they absolutely have absolute confidence in the broth!

"Of course," Lin Fan said calmly.

"It's made with premium beef brisket from the snowy plateau, seasoned with a century-old braising liquid. Young Master Qin, this kind of noodle is unique to me."

"Gulp..."

Qin Lang swallowed hard, and his earlier slight worry about "feng shui" was instantly thrown to the winds.

"Alright! Boss Lin, since you're so confident, I'll definitely be there on Saturday!"

Qin Lang carefully stuffed the invitation into the inside pocket of his leather jacket, a sly glint in his eyes:

"Besides, wasn't that fat Zhang showing off? He even sent me an invitation to his ribbon-cutting ceremony on Saturday. Hehe..."

……

Over the next three days, Lin Fan entered the final stage of preparation.

He continues to set up his stall as usual every day, but the number of portions he offers is decreasing in order to build up the "hunger" of his customers.

Every day when the stall closes, countless diners who didn't get to eat there are filled with regret, vowing to pack up Lin Fan's new shop on Saturday.

Meanwhile, on Phoenix Golden Street, Mr. Zhang's "Dawei Hot Pot" has entered its final, frenzied promotional period.

The huge inflatable archway has been erected, two rows of flower baskets are placed from one end of the street to the other, and a waist drum team has even been hired to rehearse at the entrance.

Standing at the door, Mr. Zhang looked at the small shop next door, its shutters still closed and silent, and his disdain deepened.

"Old Wang, look, it's almost Saturday, and that kid hasn't even changed the signboard, and we haven't seen a single construction worker."

Mr. Zhang scoffed, "I think he really has run away. This 250,000 yuan is just a contribution to the GDP of our street."

Landlord Wang shook his head repeatedly: "It's a pity, young people just won't listen to advice. But it's good this way, so that the opening day won't be deserted and the bad luck will clash with your fortune."

"Hahaha! I appreciate your kind words!"

……

……

Saturday mornings on Phoenix Golden Street are destined to be bustling.

As the most upscale commercial street around Jiangcheng University Town, the mornings here are usually lazy and tranquil.

But today, this tranquility was shattered by a deafening sound of gongs and drums.

"Dong dong qiang! Dong dong qiang! Dong qiang dong qiang dong dong qiang!"

Eight men dressed in red and gold silk robes, with red belts around their waists, swung their drumsticks with great force, turning the entrance to Jin Street into a bustling scene reminiscent of a temple fair.

At the entrance of the "Dawei Hot Pot" flagship store, two rows of cannons fired in unison, and colorful ribbons fluttered in the air. On the five-meter-high red inflatable archway, huge gold characters were affixed: "Grand Opening, Prosperous Business!"

The red carpet stretched from the store entrance all the way to the curb, with flower baskets from various chambers of commerce and friends lining both sides. The fragrance of flowers mixed with the smoky smell of firecrackers, making people cough, but also creating an extremely nouveau riche-style festive atmosphere.

Mr. Zhang Dawei is standing in the center of the red carpet.

He had a special hairstyle today, his hair was fixed with hairspray like a steel helmet, and the custom-made bright red Tang suit he was wearing was tightly stretched to his body, the buttons on his stomach seemed to be at risk of popping open at any moment.

But he didn't care at all, his face was flushed, and he was waving to the guests and passersby with a Zhonghua cigarette in his hand.

"Oh, Mr. Liu! You're here so early? Please come in, please come in! We'll have you seated in a private room!"

"Boss Wang! Thanks for coming! We have all the Australian Wagyu beef we need today! Hahaha!"

Beside Zhang Dawei, landlord Wang also had a beaming smile on his face.

After all, the shop was rented out at a high price, so he could be considered a beneficiary of this prosperous scene.

"Mr. Zhang, your style is absolutely amazing!" Landlord Wang gave a thumbs up, but his eyes involuntarily drifted to the next room.

Compared to you, the one next door is simply... haha.

Following the landlord's gaze, several newly arrived guests also looked over curiously.