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

It's not the meaty aroma, but a sweet and sour smell that makes your mouth water.

Lin Fan was carrying two glasses out of the kitchen when he saw Tuan Tuan and waved with a smile: "Awake? Go brush your teeth, Dad made a new drink."

"drinks!"

Tuantuan's eyes lit up, and she ran into the bathroom. In less than three minutes, she came out with her little toothbrush, white foam still hanging from her mouth.

"Done!"

Lin Fan helplessly wiped her mouth clean, then handed her a glass of dark purple liquid.

The outside of the glass was covered with fine water droplets, and a few crystal-clear pieces of old ice floated inside.

The liquid was an extremely beautiful color, like a deep purple gemstone contained in a cup.

Tuantuan held the cup with both hands and carefully took a small sip.

"Slurp..."

next second.

The little guy's eyes widened suddenly, and he shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.

"Wow!"

"Cool! Sour! Sweet!"

Tuantuan exclaimed in surprise, her little face, which had been a little drowsy from just waking up, instantly becoming full of energy.

She held onto the cup tightly, refusing to let go, and gulped down several more mouthfuls.

"Dad, what's this? It tastes a million times better than cola!"

"This is called plum juice." Lin Fan patted her head. "It's for cooling off in the summer. Is it good?"

"It's delicious! Tuantuan feels a cool breeze blowing in her stomach!" The little guy described it vividly.

Seeing his daughter's satisfied expression, Lin Fan felt reassured.

Children have the most sensitive sense of taste, and since Tuantuan likes it so much, this thing is definitely going to be a hit.

……

The city of Jiangcheng was unusually hot that day.

It was just past seven in the morning, and the sun was hanging in the sky like a giant fireball, without a single cloud to block it.

The sunlight was deathly white, piercing straight down, and the asphalt road shimmered with an illusory oily sheen. The air in the distance seemed to distort and tremble under the intense heat.

Old Zhang, a sanitation worker on Phoenix Golden Street, walked listlessly under the shade of the trees, dragging his broom.

The cicadas were chirping incessantly overhead, their calls driving people crazy.

"This awful weather! It's only a few o'clock, and it's already killing me."

Old Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead; the mineral water bottle in his hand was already empty.

He glanced at the thermometer by the roadside; the bright red numbers were jumping: 34℃.

It's only 7:30.

By noon, the temperature will likely exceed forty degrees Celsius.

In this kind of weather, even breathing in the air is scalding hot, with a smell of burnt dust.

However, even under such scorching sun, the queue in front of the "Peach Blossom Spring" shop remained unchanged.

The team seemed unusually silent and anxious today.

"Huff... huff..."

At the front of the line, the fat man who always wore a floral shirt—everyone called him Fatty Wang—was holding a huge palm-leaf fan and fanning himself vigorously.

But the air that comes out of the fan is also hot.

His shirt was already soaked through, clinging tightly to his chest and back, outlining the folds of his flesh.

Sweat streamed down his round cheeks, stinging his eyes.

"I can't take it anymore... I really can't..."

Fatty Wang was panting heavily, his tongue almost sticking out. "I'm risking my life to queue up for a bowl of noodles."

Standing behind him was a young woman dressed in business attire, her makeup almost done.

She held up a sun umbrella, huddled in a small patch of shade under it, and blew a small fan wildly at her neck, but her long hair was still wet and clung to her neck.

"Hey, tell me, are we stupid?"

The girl couldn't hold back any longer, her voice a little hoarse, "It's so hot, and we're going to eat those piping hot beef brisket noodles when we go into the store later... Won't we get heatstroke right here and now?"

These words resonated deeply with everyone.

Anyone who has tried it knows.

Lin Fan's skills are truly exceptional.

The beef brisket noodles had a delicious and flavorful broth, and the soup dumplings burst with juice with every bite.

But...it's hot!

All hot dishes!

In this kind of weather, just standing in line outside is enough to make you feel like you're peeling off a layer of skin.

Once we get inside, even if there's air conditioning, it'll still be packed with people.

Imagine having another bowl of piping hot braised beef noodles, and the feeling of "adding fuel to the fire" is enough to make your scalp tingle just thinking about it.

"I wanna go……"

In the middle of the line, a young man wearing glasses hesitated and took a half-step back. "That cold noodle shop next door looks pretty cool. Maybe we should skip it today?"

"Don't do that!"

Although Fatty Wang kept complaining about the heat, he immediately turned around when he heard someone wanting to leave.

"If you leave, won't the next person take your place? You'll regret missing one of Boss Lin's noodles for three days! Just bear with it a little longer, and things will calm down!"

"What the hell is this? A calm mind brings coolness!"

The young man pointed to the scorching sun overhead, "Look at this asphalt on the ground, it's practically melting! I feel like I'm almost cooked through, I could be served with some cumin!"

Just when everyone's willpower was on the verge of collapse and the team was becoming somewhat restless.

The owner of the milk tea shop next door, called "Big Mouth Tea," keenly sensed a business opportunity.

She pushed open her glass door, and a strong blast of cold air rushed out instantly, making the diners queuing nearby feel comfortable and refreshed.

"Hey everyone, it must be so hot!"

The proprietress was a middle-aged woman in her forties, with a fake smile on her face, holding a tray with several glasses of lemonade dripping with water droplets.

"Come on, everyone, have a taste! Iced lemonade! Freshly squeezed!"

As she called out, she deliberately emphasized the word "iced," shouting, "Only five yuan a cup! Buy one get one free! The ultimate way to beat the heat!"

"Look at all that sweat! Don't ruin your health just for a meal. Come to my place, enjoy the air conditioning, and have a glass of cool water. Isn't that better than sunbathing here?"

This move is too cruel.

The visual appeal of ice cubes, the tactile sensation of cold air, and the auditory experience of "buy one get one free for five dollars."

For diners who are about to be sun-dried into salted fish, it is an irresistible temptation.

"Give me a drink!"

The young man who had been about to leave rushed over to scan the QR code without saying a word, exclaiming, "I can't take it anymore, I need to stay alive!"

"I want one too! Anything iced is fine!"

"Boss lady, two drinks, extra ice!"

In an instant, Lin Fan's group started to loosen up. Several people couldn't stand it anymore and ran next door to buy water.

The milk tea shop owner smiled so hard her eyes narrowed into slits as she looked at the income notification, and she didn't forget to glance sideways at Lin Fan's tightly closed shop door.

The proprietress secretly rejoiced, thinking, "On such a hot day, selling iced water is the surest way to make a profit!"

Time passed second by second.

Half past ten.

The sun was even more scorching; the ground temperature was high enough to fry an egg.

"Splash—"

Just when Fatty Wang thought he was about to become a "roast suckling pig," the familiar roller shutter door finally slowly opened.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on it.