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

Fatty Wang first took a big bite of the steaming hot beef brisket noodles.

Chew, swallow. Enjoy the rich aroma of braised meat filling your mouth.

A thin layer of sweat had just appeared on his forehead.

He immediately picked up the bamboo cup beside him.

The glass was icy cold. Inside, the jade-green plum juice still had a few crushed ice crystals floating on top.

He took a drag.

A purplish-red liquid slid into the mouth.

The intensely sour and refreshing taste, a blend of century-old dried plum and the icy chill of Tian Shan snow lotus honey, instantly washed away all the greasiness in my mouth.

An interplay of ice and fire!

A clash of cold and heat!

This extreme contrast brings an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

Every bite of noodles feels like a deep intestinal massage, expelling the dampness and heat accumulated in the body through the sweat that seeps out of the pores.

"That felt great! That was fucking awesome!"

Fatty Wang shouted repeatedly. He picked up the huge bowl, which was bigger than his face, and without caring that the soup was still a little hot, tilted his head back and drank the amber-colored noodle soup in one gulp.

"ha--"

Wang Pangzi put down the empty bowl and exhaled a long breath of hot air.

I felt like I had just come out of a sauna. Although I was covered in sweat, I felt completely relaxed and light enough to fly.

The scene inside the store was truly spectacular.

It was a scorching 38 degrees Celsius outside.

Inside, a group of people were sweating profusely as they ate piping hot beef brisket noodles and freshly steamed crab roe soup dumplings.

No one complained about the heat.

Everyone was engrossed in eating; apart from the slurping of noodles and the clinking of chopsticks against bowls and plates, the whole shop was eerily quiet.

The female student who just suffered heatstroke was sitting by the window.

She ate her noodles in small bites, her eyes slightly red.

In the instant she suffered heatstroke and went into shock, she truly thought she was going to die.

The feeling of darkness, suffocation, and helplessness filled her with deep fear.

But now, sitting in a small shop full of everyday life, eating this bowl of incredibly delicious hot soup noodles, I feel a sense of comfort and warmth coming from my stomach.

A sense of the beauty of being alive arises spontaneously.

"It's so delicious..."

The girl picked up a piece of beef brisket, chewed it carefully, and tears fell into the bowl, mingling with the noodle soup.

This is not sadness; it is the most instinctive physiological emotion a person feels when they are healed by the finest food after experiencing extreme weakness.

The table turnover rate is astonishingly high.

Because the food was so appetizing and delicious, everyone ate very quickly. They usually finished in about ten minutes.

After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth, felt completely refreshed, and stood up to make room for the diners behind him who were eagerly waiting with their bowls in hand.

"Hey bro, are you done eating? If you're done, let's move to another spot. My arms are getting sore from holding this bowl of noodles."

"Right away, right away, I'll finish the last sip of soup. Absolutely amazing, this broth is incredible!"

The diners even abandoned their usual petty squabbles, becoming surprisingly harmonious in order to get a bite to eat.

……

2:30 p.m.

As the last group of diners sat down inside, Lin Fan's plate of premium beef brisket was empty.

"The last two baskets of steamed buns are ready."

Lin Fan placed the steamer on the serving counter and turned off all the high-powered stoves.

"Sizzle—"

The blue flames died down, and the temperature in the kitchen slowly dropped.

Lin Fan took off his white apron and picked up a towel to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead.

The battle that took place at noon today was as intense as a marathon.

Even with his physique enhanced by the system, his arms felt a slight soreness.

However, the sense of accomplishment from watching the constantly fluctuating sales figures and positive review points on the system panel in my mind is unparalleled.

He walked to the cashier.

Tuantuan was sitting obediently on a high stool. The little girl held a paintbrush in her hand and was drawing little figures on a discarded menu paper.

The painting depicts a man wearing a tall chef's hat, stir-frying vegetables with a spatula, with several drooling little animals drawn next to him.

"Is Dad done with his work?"

Seeing Lin Fan walk over, Tuan Tuan put down her paintbrush, looked up at her little face, and blinked her big eyes.

"I'm done with work."

Lin Fan smiled gently, reaching out to ruffle his daughter's soft hair. "Are you tired?"

"Not tired! Tuantuan was very well-behaved today and didn't cause any trouble."

The little girl proudly puffed out her chest.

The last few customers left in the shop, leisurely sipping their noodle soup, unconsciously softened their movements upon seeing this scene, afraid of breaking the heartwarming atmosphere.

"Boss Lin, your cooking is amazing, and your daughter is so cute. You're a true winner in life," a middle-aged man said, wiping his mouth with a tissue as he stood up.

Lin Fan simply nodded in acknowledgment without saying anything more.

Just then, Lin Fan's gaze swept across the doorway.

Under the scorching sun, several young people who hadn't been able to buy food still stood across the street, gazing longingly at this side of the street.

"All the ingredients for today are sold out. Please come early tomorrow."

Lin Fan walked to the door and pulled the roller shutter door down halfway, leaving only a small gap for ventilation, blocking the scorching sunlight and probing eyes from outside.

The store fell silent instantly.

Lin Fan returned to the counter, poured himself a glass of warm water, and took a sip.

The warm water soothed my throat, washing away the fatigue from a morning of intense wok-frying.

He put down his water glass and glanced across the empty hall.

The terrazzo floor was spotless, and the tables and chairs were arranged neatly.

The air still retains a faint aroma of century-old braised pork and the unique, cool scent of sour plum soup.

The tranquility after a busy day always brings a sense of peace.

Lin Fan opened the drawer of the cash register and glanced at the cash and a few loose bills inside.

He took out his phone and opened the sales statistics in the backend.

Today's lunch market saw explosive growth in sales thanks to the addition of plum juice, a "cash cow".

Five hundred cups of plum juice, plus noodles and soup dumplings sold at a high turnover rate, brought the turnover to nearly 100,000 in just a few hours.

This speed at which he made money was something he never dared to dream of before.

But Lin Fan's face didn't show much elation.

He stood up and walked straight to the storage room at the back of the shop's kitchen.

This place is usually locked with a heavy padlock, and it also serves as his "warehouse" to conceal the source of the system's ingredients.

Push open the door and pull down the light cord.

The dim light illuminated the not-so-spacious storage room.

Lin Fan walked to the innermost part and untied a woven bag printed with "Xiangshui Tribute Rice".

The bag was more than half deflated. Lin Fan reached inside to measure it, and his brows furrowed instantly.

He turned around and opened the temperature-controlled freezer next to him.

Three large trays containing the premium free-range eggs were empty, and there were no more than a few hundred eggs left at most.

The cold storage area where the "Black Mountain Pork" was stored originally had half a pig hanging there, but now only a few lonely hind legs and a dozen or so pieces of pork belly remain.

As for the beef brisket, the situation is even worse.

This afternoon, diners' appetite-stimulating consumption of plum juice led to a surge in demand, causing the beef brisket inventory to run out completely, with only enough for the next two days at most.