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

Inside the white porcelain bowl, the soup was so clear it seemed nonexistent, and the white porcelain patterns at the bottom could be seen at a glance.

In the center of the broth, the heart of the cabbage floats, its leaves unfurled, the color transitioning from pure white at the base to tender yellow at the tips, every vein clearly visible, as if carved from the finest mutton fat jade.

Not a trace of grease, not a single impurity.

It lay there quietly, yet it exuded a noble aura that made people afraid to look directly at it.

"The greatest truths are the simplest."

Lin Fan looked at the dish, and even he was amazed by its perfect visual effect.

……

In the kitchen of Peach Blossom Spring, the domineering aroma produced by simmering the top-quality clear broth had largely faded after the high-powered ventilation system had been running.

But a cool, lingering fragrance, similar to that of a pine forest deep in the mountains after a rain, still lingered in the air.

Lin Fan looked at the jadeite cabbage heart in the white porcelain bowl, which resembled a piece of mutton fat jade, and the clear, oil-free, high-quality broth.

He really wanted to try it right now, but he stopped halfway through with his chopsticks.

For a chef, the ultimate enjoyment is never the moment when you swallow food.

Instead, it's about witnessing the heartfelt shock and satisfaction of diners when they taste their first bite.

"This first cup should be reserved for Tuantuan."

A gentle smile appeared on Lin Fan's lips.

He took out a temperature-controlled food storage container produced by the system and put the "Boiling Cabbage in Clear Broth" inside.

The little girl should still be sleeping in her big bed at Jinmao Mansion.

After I finish my work at noon, I'll bring it back for her to try this state banquet-level taste.

Keep the first cup safe.

Lin Fan took a small white porcelain spoon and scooped a small spoonful of the remaining clear soup from the large clay pot.

Put it in your mouth.

Close your eyes.

The moment that clear, transparent broth touches the tip of your tongue!

The rich flavor of old hen, the salty and savory taste of Jinhua ham, the delicate sweetness of Hokkaido scallops...

The ultimate essence of dozens of top-quality ingredients is extracted by simmering over low heat for four hours and then twice using minced meat to clean the soup. It explodes on the taste buds like a tidal wave!

Even more terrifying is that hidden within this rich umami flavor is an extremely ethereal, domineering, and pungent fragrance that goes straight to the top of your head!

That's the freshness of wild termite mushrooms, a byproduct of the spiritual field!

It's like an incredibly sharp sword, easily piercing through the rich flavor of all the meat ingredients, elevating the entire soup to a level that doesn't belong to this world.

"call……"

Lin Fan swallowed the soup, let out a long breath, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

perfect.

Impeccable perfection.

If this soup is so delicious, then what kind of amazing taste must the finest jade cabbage heart, which has absorbed all the essence of the broth, have?

Lin Fan's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he forcefully suppressed the urge to pick up his chopsticks.

He only brewed two bowls in total. One bowl was reserved for his beloved daughter, Tuantuan; while the other bowl, he wanted to open for business and test the waters of this top-tier diner in Jiangcheng.

"Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock!"

Just as Lin Fan was savoring the extremely fresh clear soup.

Suddenly, a violent banging sound came from outside the tightly closed roller shutter door.

It wasn't just the sound of banging on the door; there was also a cacophony of noise, car horns, and even the faint, sharp whistles of security guards maintaining order on Jin Street.

"Open the door, Mr. Lin! I've been waiting for three hours!"

"Don't push! Damn it, who stepped on my shoe!"

"Move forward a bit, make room for me!"

The commotion outside grew louder and louder, like a bustling, chaotic market.

Lin Fan frowned.

He walked to the door and peeked out through the crack at the bottom.

Lin Fan's eyes turned cold after just one glance.

There were still two hours until his usual opening time.

but.

At the main entrance of Peach Blossom Spring, on the spacious pedestrian street of Phoenix Golden Street.

A terrifyingly long queue, over 300 meters long, had already formed!

The procession stretched from the steps of Peach Blossom Spring all the way to the entrance of the pedestrian street, and even turned a corner, extending to the other side of the road!

At a glance, there are at least a thousand people!

Among the crowd, some people were yawning while sitting on the ground in portable folding chairs; some were having half-eaten buns for breakfast; and there were even a few young people wearing slippers and shorts who simply laid out a piece of cardboard on the ground and sat down.

This is no longer a simple queue; it could easily turn into a stampede.

In this early autumn "tiger summer" weather, more than a thousand people were crammed into a pedestrian street without air conditioning, where air circulation was extremely poor.

If someone were to collapse from heatstroke due to this device, causing panic, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Lin Fan walked quickly back to the kitchen.

Open the refrigerated display case.

Inside were two 50-liter buckets containing the broth that had been cooked the night before.

Five hundred cups of chilled jade plum juice, not a drop less.

In the refrigerated display case next to it, three hundred portions of black mountain pork and premium beef brisket have been cut and prepared for use.

The broth was kept simmering over a low flame.

"I originally planned to sell them at noon, but it looks like I'll have to move them up."

Lin Fan took out the small blackboard used for writing menus.

I picked up the chalk, ready to write down today's new products.

Just then, the system's emotionless, mechanical voice suddenly rang in my mind.

[Evaluating the quality and value of the dishes...]

[Dish: Boiled Cabbage in Clear Broth (Perfect)]

[Core Ingredients: Wild Termitomyces mushroom broth from the Spirit Field, and Jadeite Cabbage Heart Nourished by Spiritual Energy]

[System suggested retail price: 2000 yuan/bowl]

Lin Fan paused slightly in the chalk he was holding, and raised an eyebrow.

"two thousand?"

Even though he had absolute confidence in his skills and knew exactly what the ingredients were, this was, after all, a small street-side shop, not one of those Michelin-starred restaurants with a service charge per person.

The system's pricing is a bit too out of touch with reality.

Although this clear soup uses wild matsutake mushrooms that grow alongside the spiritual field, and the cabbage is also a top-quality product nourished by spiritual energy, in the eyes of a true connoisseur, it would be well worth the price even if it sold for 20,000.

But on this pedestrian street, suddenly hanging a sign for exactly two thousand is too visually striking and a little too "scary".

"Let's tone it down a bit."

Lin Fan considered it for a moment.

If you're going to sell it, you have to set a price that's both commensurate with its value and doesn't make people think the owner is crazy.

He subtly moved his wrist, deciding to round down the number suggested by the system to a lucky number.

The chalk fell on the blackboard, making a crisp "thud" sound.

Each stroke is clear and powerful.

After finishing the last stroke, Lin Fan patted the chalk dust off his hands, looked at the numbers on the blackboard, and nodded in satisfaction.

1888.

It's over a hundred yuan cheaper than the system suggested, and the number is auspicious, so it should seem much more "people-friendly" now, right?

"Open the door to welcome guests."

"Splash—"

As the roller shutter door was slowly pushed up, a cool breeze mixed with a faint sandalwood scent instantly surged out of "Peach Blossom Spring," colliding head-on with the suffocating heatwave outside.

A long queue had already formed outside the door.

Although it's not yet 10:30 AM, the official opening time, "Lin's Shop" has already become the undisputed king of traffic in Jiangcheng after these few days of buzz.

In order to get a cup of "life-saving" plum juice or a bite of the limited-edition beef brisket noodles, some people even bring small stools and arrive at six in the morning to reserve a spot.

"It's open! Good morning, Boss Lin!"

"Oh my god, the door's finally open! I'm so sweaty I could take a shower!"

"Boss Lin, is there enough plum juice today? Yesterday, that fat guy in front of me brought his whole family and bought three cups at once. That's so unethical!"

The crowd instantly stirred, and hundreds of eyes focused like searchlights on the young man in the white chef's uniform with a calm expression at the door.

Qin Lang and Shen Man, who both possess "black gold cards" and belong to the privileged class, naturally do not need to queue.

Today, Qin Lang was dressed in a flashy floral shirt, baggy shorts, and flip-flops, waving a folding fan in his hand. He looked like a spoiled rich kid and swaggered to the front.