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

"Don't push! Don't push! I was here first!"

"Who stepped on my shoe? Holy crap, that's my spot in line!"

"Boss, I've scanned it! This is the payment record! I checked it here fifty minutes ago, and I absolutely have to get a share of this meal!"

The once quiet corner of the night market now resembles a scene from the Spring Festival travel rush.

Dozens of people crowded around the small tricycle, holding up their phones with payment codes displayed on the screens, afraid that if they were a moment late, the golden fried rice in the pot would be gone.

This is the "herd effect," coupled with Qin Lang's "hardcore salesmanship" as a top-tier rich second-generation, and that truly irresistible aroma, this 50-yuan fried rice instantly became a hot commodity.

"Everyone, please line up! Don't rush!"

Lin Fan had to stop eating and raise his voice to maintain order, "Today's ingredients are limited, only fifty servings available. One serving per person, no cut-ins!"

Hearing that "there are only fifty servings," the crowd became even more agitated, but in order to get a bite, everyone had no choice but to bite the bullet and start queuing in the long line.

At this moment, Xiao Tuantuan, who had been sitting obediently to the side, stood up.

Seeing that her father was too busy, she picked up the small wooden sign with the QR code on it and ran to the front of the line with her short legs.

"Uncles and aunties, please line up! Dad works very hard cooking!"

Tuantuan blinked her big eyes and called out in her childish voice, "Scan here, scan here! I'm a little cashier!"

Looking at this exquisitely crafted little glutinous rice ball, the customers who were initially annoyed by the queue instantly melted.

"Oh my, this girl is so cute!"

"They're trying to trick me into having a daughter again! For this little darling, I'd gladly spend that 50 yuan!"

The first person on the list is a programmer wearing glasses, who has been working overtime until he's bald and looks exhausted.

He looked at the QR code that Tuantuan held up, smiled, and scanned fifty yuan: "Little friend, you're so thoughtful."

"Thank you, Uncle! I wish you lots of hair after eating Dad's food!" Tuantuan said sweetly.

Programmer: "..."

It's heartbreaking, but also so heartwarming. How come?

When the steaming bowl of fried rice was served, the programmer couldn't wait to take a bite.

The next second, his taste buds, which had become numb from eating takeout for so long, seemed to have experienced a nuclear explosion!

"Holy crap..."

The programmer's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

This taste... is so comforting!

The fatigue of the whole day, the difficulties caused by the client, and the anxiety of not being able to write code all miraculously disappeared the moment I swallowed that mouthful of rice.

My stomach felt warm and cozy, as if I had returned to the stove at my grandmother's house when I was a child.

"Wow, this is so delicious! Is this the taste of happiness?"

Seeing a grown man suddenly burst into tears while eating, the people in line behind him became even more curious.

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

"Hurry, hurry! My mouth is watering!"

"50 yuan received via Alipay!"

"WeChat payment received, 50 yuan!"

The mechanical beeping sounds rose and fell, becoming the most pleasant melody in the night market.

Lin Fan was extremely busy at the stove.

Even with the system's physical enhancements, such intense wok tossing is still physically demanding. But he felt full of energy.

Every bowl of rice served represents recognition and brings us one step closer to providing a better life for Tuantuan.

And on the side.

The chubby vendor who used to sell grilled squid was now holding a skewer of completely cold squid, staring blankly at this scene.

His stall was empty.

Even his regular customers who used to buy squid from him are now queuing up at Lin Fan's place.

"Fifty yuan a bowl... and people are still scrambling to buy it?"

The fat man slapped himself hard. "Am I dreaming? Has the world changed?"

He glanced at the sizzling squid in the pot, then smelled the divine aroma wafting from next door, and suddenly felt that his squid... was too pathetic to even feed to a dog!

……

Less than an hour.

The large bucket of rice that Lin Fan brought was almost empty.

At this time, there were still more than a dozen people queuing behind.

"I'm sorry everyone."

Lin Fan put down his spoon, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said apologetically to the crowd, "We've run out of ingredients for today. Please come early tomorrow."

"Huh? That's it?"

"Boss, I've been waiting in line for twenty minutes! Could you at least scrape some burnt rice from the bottom of your pot for me? I wouldn't mind!"

"Boss, make some more! I'll pay a hundred!"

Lin Fan shook his head and pointed to the empty rice bucket: "It's really gone. Good things come to those who wait, see you all tomorrow."

Those who couldn't buy any could only disperse amidst wails, turning back every few steps with resentful eyes as if Lin Fan were a heartless man.

Qin Lang, who had finished eating first but hadn't left, was now leaning against the Ferrari, watching Lin Fan pack up.

"That's interesting."

Qin Lang stroked his chin, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

He's not only a foodie, but his family also runs a restaurant business. He knows very well what this level of taste means.

This man who sets up a street stall is no ordinary person.

"Tuantuan, let's pack up and go home!"

Lin Fan stuffed the last hundred-yuan bill into his waist bag, picked up the sleepy Tuantuan, and kissed her chubby little face.

"Yay! Let's go home and go to sleep!" Tuantuan leaned on Lin Fan's shoulder, still clutching the little wooden sign she had just used to collect money for her father.

After a quick clean-up, Lin Fan got on his tricycle and disappeared into the night.

That night, after deducting costs.

He made a net profit of 2500 yuan in less than two hours of setting up his stall!

In this day and age, that's equivalent to half a month's salary for an average person!

……

at the same time.

A restaurant in the clouds in Jiangcheng CBD.

This is the most upscale revolving restaurant in Jiangcheng, with an average cost of over 3000 yuan per person. Sitting by the window, you can overlook the entire night view of Jiangcheng.

Su Qing, dressed in an elegant evening gown, sat by the window.

Sitting opposite him was a young man in a suit and tie, Zhao Yuan, the young master of the Zhao Group, a business partner of the Su family.

"President Su, these Australian lobsters are air-freighted and very fresh. Please try some." Zhao Yuan gentlemanly cut a piece of lobster meat and pushed it in front of Su Qing.

Su Qing smiled politely, forked a piece, and put it in her mouth.

Top-quality ingredients, expertly prepared.

But for some reason, Su Qing found it tasteless and even a little bitter when she chewed it.

As she looked at the bustling night view outside the window, the image of Lin Fan leaving with Tuantuan involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

What is that man doing now?

Living in a dirty basement with Tuantuan? Eating instant noodles that cost only a few dollars? Won't Tuantuan cry and look for her mother?

Thinking of this, Su Qing felt a strange sense of irritation and a hint of... a sense of superiority that she herself was unwilling to admit.

"Lin Fan, reality will teach you a lesson."

Su Qing thought coldly to herself, "When you can't even afford to eat, you'll be begging me to bring Tuantuan back."

"President Su? What's wrong? Is it not to your liking?" Zhao Yuan asked with concern.

Su Qing snapped out of her daze, put down her knife and fork, picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth, and resumed her aloof and composed CEO demeanor.

"It's nothing, I just thought of some insignificant people. Young Master Zhao, let's continue discussing the cooperation."