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

It has no dryness from MSG, and no greasiness from heavy oil.

Only purity.

Pure and unadulterated freshness!

The umami flavor slid down my throat like a fuse, instantly igniting the warmth in my stomach. Then, an indescribable sweet aftertaste rose up, filling my entire mouth.

"what……"

The fat man let out a long sigh of satisfaction, a sound that made everyone blush.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up a piece of beef brisket and put it in his mouth.

The moment your teeth touched the piece of meat, before you even applied any pressure, it melted on your tongue. The soft, chewy tendons bounced between your teeth, and the rich braising sauce burst in your mouth.

"Delicious! Holy crap! This is what real beef noodles should be like!!"

The chubby man could no longer control himself, and regardless of whether it was hot or not, he let out a thunderous slurping sound in that poetic Jiangnan garden.

……

outside the store.

Zhang Dawei's face was extremely pale.

He watched as the fat man rushed in and didn't come out for a long time. Moreover, the aroma wafting from the doorway not only didn't dissipate, but became even stronger because of the airflow created when the fat man went in.

The elderly people who were originally queuing up to collect eggs in front of his shop have now moved half of them to the transformer box next door, peeking inside.

"Hey, did you hear that? That person inside is eating so loudly!"

"It smells delicious! Shall we go in and take a look?"

"It smells so good! Let's go!"

Seeing this, Zhang Dawei panicked.

If everyone runs away, wouldn't all his millions spent on renovations and his grand opening ceremony become a joke?

"Don't believe it! It's a shill!"

Holding the microphone, Zhang Dawei shouted hoarsely, "It's all a scam! That's definitely a pot of chemical flavorings! Our Dawei Hot Pot is the real deal! Everyone come back quickly, the grand prize draw is about to begin! The prize is a rice cooker!"

Upon hearing "rice cooker," the crowd wavered slightly.

After all, one is a real prize, and the other is a mysterious little shop that smells good but can't be seen or touched.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, and Zhang Dawei thought he had the situation under control.

"Buzz—Buzz—!!!"

A deep, resonant, and penetrating engine roar suddenly came from the end of the street, making people's hearts resonate with it.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

At the entrance to Phoenix Golden Street, the sunlight reflected off the street, creating a dazzling display.

A bright red Ferrari 488 led the way, its streamlined body resembling a ball of fire, flying close to the ground.

Following closely behind was a bright yellow Lamborghini, its bull emblem on the hood gleaming in the sunlight.

Then came McLaren, Porsche 911, Aston Martin…

A fleet of seven or eight top-of-the-line supercars, rarely seen in everyday life, formed a luxurious convoy and drove into the commercial street in a grand procession.

Such a spectacle is rare, not only in this university town, but even in the city's CBD.

"Holy crap! A luxury car convoy!"

"What's going on here? Are they filming a movie?"

"Quick, take a picture! I've only ever seen that Lamborghini in a game!"

Passersby pulled out their phones, and the crowd that had been gathered in front of the hot pot restaurant instantly dispersed to make way for the "money convoy".

Zhang Dawei stood on the steps, looking at the convoy, his eyes lighting up.

He straightened his slightly disheveled Tang suit, adjusted the hair gel in his hair, and revealed an expression of ecstatic joy.

"They're here! They've finally arrived!"

He turned to his landlord, Wang, and said, "Old Wang, see this? This is real prestige! These are my specially invited rich second-generation friends to support me! The one leading the group is Young Master Qin from the Qin Group! One of the top playboys in Jiangcheng!"

Landlord Wang looked shocked and envious: "Mr. Zhang, your connections are amazing! You even managed to get Young Master Qin involved?"

"That's right!" Zhang Dawei said triumphantly, his back straightening instantly.

"I sent an invitation to Young Master Qin a couple of days ago. I thought he was too busy to come, but he's been so kind as to bring so many people!"

As they were talking, the convoy had already arrived in front of them.

Because a red carpet was laid out in front of "Dawei Hot Pot" and a special VIP parking space was reserved, the red Ferrari made a beautiful drift and came to a smooth stop right in front of Zhang Dawei.

The luxury cars behind them lined up one after another, completely filling the small open space in front of the hot pot restaurant, and even blocking half of the "Lin Family Shop" next door.

The engine stalled.

The car doors rose up like wings.

Qin Lang climbed out of the Ferrari.

In the cars behind, Zhao Tianyi and his group of wealthy second-generation heirs also got out, each dressed smartly and exuding an extraordinary aura.

The appearance of this group instantly brought the atmosphere to a climax.

Zhang Dawei was so excited his hands were trembling. He tossed the microphone aside, his face beaming, and quickly walked down the steps, stretching out his hands from a distance:

"Oh my! Young Master Qin! President Zhao! What a rare guest!"

"It's truly an honor for our humble establishment that you gentlemen have graced our place with your presence! We are deeply grateful! Please come in; the largest private room has been prepared for you!"

Zhang Dawei's voice was very loud, as if he wanted everyone on the street to hear how close his relationship was with these rich young men.

The surrounding onlookers were also whispering among themselves.

"Looks like the owner of this hot pot restaurant has some connections; he's able to hire so many people."

"Yeah, let's have hot pot then. Eating with rich kids is definitely the right choice."

Seeing the envious looks around him, Zhang Dawei's vanity was greatly satisfied.

He had already walked up to Qin Lang, his face full of flattery as he tried to shake Qin Lang's hand.

however.

Qin Lang took off his sunglasses, not even glancing at Zhang Dawei's outstretched hand.

He wrinkled his nose, as if he had smelled something unpleasant, and fanned himself with his sunglasses.

"Cough cough... What's that smell? It smells like cheap butter! It's suffocating!"

Zhang Dawei's hand froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face instantly vanished.

"Uh... Young Master Qin, this is our restaurant's signature heavy oil broth..."

"Alright, alright, move aside."

Qin Lang waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away flies.

"Don't block the way. The door is small to begin with, and you're all dressed in red, standing here like a red envelope, blocking out all the fragrance."

"Huh?" Zhang Dawei was stunned. "Young Master Qin, this door is quite large, isn't it right in front of you?"

He pointed to the spacious, brightly lit entrance of the hot pot restaurant behind him, adorned with large red lanterns.

Qin Lang looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if he were an idiot, and then turned and walked into Lin's shop.