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

The moment the white porcelain lid was lifted.

It didn't have the kind of steamy, misty atmosphere that people imagine for its price.

Only a wisp of extremely faint, fine white smoke rose up, circled once in mid-air, and then dissipated.

What met everyone's eyes was a full bowl of crystal-clear, transparent "plain water" without any impurities.

In this pool of "plain water," a pitifully small, fist-sized, pale yellow cabbage heart was soaking.

That's it?!

"Pfft!"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but burst out laughing. Immediately afterwards, bursts of laughter and merciless mockery ripped the roof off Peach Blossom Spring.

"Hahaha! That's hilarious! It really is just boiled cabbage in plain water!"

"Young Master Qin, are you dumbfounded now? You spent two thousand yuan on a bowl of vegetable washing water!"

"This is incredible! This boss is a genius! His skill in harvesting profits is even more ruthless than that of capitalists!"

"Refund! This is a complete scam!"

Hearing the deafening laughter around him, Qin Lang was also somewhat stunned.

Although he was a wealthy man, he wasn't some country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

He had eaten the real state banquet boiled cabbage in clear broth several times, and every time it was served, the broth was slightly yellow and oily.

Even if it's very light, it still has a color in the soup!

But this bowl of wine in front of me...

It was so clear, like it came straight from the tap! You couldn't see a single speck of oil!

Even through that layer of "water," you can see the blue and white porcelain pattern fired at the bottom of the bowl; it's so clear it's outrageous!

Qin Lang, holding the spoon, froze in mid-air, his lips twitching slightly.

He turned his head and looked at Lin Fan, who was cooking noodles in the open kitchen, a hint of suspicion appearing in his eyes for the first time:

"This...this is really soup? You didn't pick up the wrong pot?"

Lin Fan was rinsing the noodles with cold water when he heard this. He merely raised his eyelids, glanced at the bowl of soup, and uttered two words with a faint smile:

"Drink the soup."

This nonchalant, even somewhat arrogant, attitude only fueled the discontent of the other diners queuing around them.

"Hey! This boss's still putting on an act!"

"You're being stubborn! Young Master Qin, stop drinking. It's not just about burning your mouth, it's about making sure you don't get a stomach upset!"

"He's really messed up his scheme! Let's see how he gets out of this!"

Just as the diners were in a state of extreme shock, disbelief, and even began to clamor for Qin Lang to refund their money, the scene became somewhat chaotic and out of control.

A sudden commotion arose among the crowd at the shop entrance.

The originally crowded queue, where people were practically pressed against the backs of those in front, spontaneously parted to the sides like a tide, creating a wide passage.

"Make way! Make way! Don't push! Watch out for the car!"

"Holy crap... this car..."

A black Hongqi sedan with a Beijing license plate (京A) slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

It instantly overshadowed all the Ferraris and Lamborghinis parked next to it.

The moment this car appeared, it instantly overshadowed all the Ferraris and Lamborghinis parked next to it.

Those around who knew about cars gasped in shock, even holding their breath.

"Holy crap! A Hongqi L5? That's a domestically produced Rolls-Royce! No, it's even more amazing than a Rolls-Royce! It's the kind of car you can't buy even if you have the money!"

"A Beijing A license plate... the person in this car must be someone with connections to the highest levels?"

"Which big shot has come in disguise?"

The car door opened.

First, a middle-aged driver in a black suit with a straight posture got out. He was efficient and had sharp eyes. He walked quickly to the back seat, respectfully opened the car door, and placed one hand on the door frame.

Then, an elderly man in a gray Zhongshan suit, with a full head of silver hair but a vigorous spirit, slowly got off the car, leaning on a sandalwood cane.

Although the old man looked aged, with wrinkles crisscrossing his face like deep ravines, his eyes were exceptionally bright, exuding an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger.

Beside him was a young woman, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, dressed in professional attire and carrying a briefcase, carefully helping the old man.

"Grandpa, is this the place?"

The young woman, Ye Wan'er, glanced at the small shop with a large transformer box standing at the entrance, then looked at the noisy surroundings and the crowd squatting on the ground eating noodles. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of undisguised suspicion and disdain flashed in her eyes.

"The place Grandpa Liu recommended... how come it's just a roadside stall? That's so unhygienic! Your stomach isn't good to begin with..."

"Cough cough..."

The old man coughed twice, waved his hand, and interrupted his granddaughter's complaints in a slightly hoarse but powerful voice:

"Wan'er, don't judge a book by its cover. There are often hidden talents in the marketplace."

"Old Liu is such a stubborn mule, he's even more picky than me. Since he dared to guarantee me that the food here is delicious, there must be something special about it."

"But..." Ye Wan'er was still a little worried, and covered her mouth and nose with a tissue.

"You've just recovered, and the doctor instructed that your diet must be light and refined; the smell of cooking oil in this kind of place is too strong..."

"Alright, since we're here, let's make the best of it. Let's go take a look."

The old man, leaning on his cane, walked towards the shop door.

At this time, a long queue still stretched out in front of the store. Although everyone respected the vehicle and the old man's presence, they had been waiting for several hours, and no one was willing to give up their spot easily.

Ye Wan'er frowned even more as she looked at the dense crowd in front of her.

Just then, a well-dressed middle-aged man who had been following behind the old man quickly walked to the front of the line.

The middle-aged man looked around and his gaze settled on a middle-aged, overweight man at the front of the line who was wiping sweat with a handkerchief and looked somewhat balding.

The fat man was craning his neck to look into the shop, his face full of anxiety.

The middle-aged man walked up to him, bowed slightly, and said in a low voice, "Excuse me, sir."

The fat man turned around impatiently: "What? Cut in line? The people at the back... ouch?!"

The fat man was speaking when he suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning, his whole body trembled violently, and he almost dropped the number plate in his hand.

He stared wide-eyed at the middle-aged man, then his gaze passed over the man and landed on an elderly man leaning on a cane not far away.

The next second, the fat man's impatience instantly turned into extreme panic and fawning.

He sprang up like a spring, not even bothering to wipe his sweat, and jogged to Ye Weiguo's side, bending over so low he almost touched the ground, his voice trembling as he called out:

"Chairman Ye... Chairman Ye?! Is it really you?!"

"Good heavens! I can't believe my eyes! Hello, Chairman! I'm Xiao Wang from Tiansheng Trading! Our company is a second-tier supplier under the Ye Group. I had the pleasure of seeing you from afar at last year's annual meeting!"

Manager Wang was so excited that his face turned red, and he was at a loss for what to do.

He never dreamed that he would run into the legendary Emperor Emeritus while queuing for noodles!

Ye Weiguo stopped in his tracks. Although he didn't remember this person, he nodded kindly. "Oh, Xiao Wang. You're here for dinner too?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I came here because I've heard so much about it!"