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

Manager Wang reacted swiftly, immediately presenting the number plate, already soaked with sweat, to Ye Wan'er with both hands:

"Mr. Ye, you haven't eaten yet, have you? The queue here is too long. Please use my number! You can get in right away! These are the numbers for the first three tables!"

"This..." Ye Weiguo hesitated for a moment, "Isn't this against the rules?"

"Rules are rules, but people are flexible! Your health is precious; you can't stand being out in this scorching sun. This is a gift from a younger generation to show our respect! Please don't refuse, or I'll feel terrible!"

Manager Wang spoke with such sincerity that he even offered to clear the way for them.

Those around them realized what was happening as soon as they saw the situation.

Although we don't know exactly who this old man is, anyone who can make a boss driving a Mercedes bow and scrape and call him "Chairman" must be an extremely powerful figure.

"In that case, thank you very much." Ye Weiguo didn't stand on ceremony any longer and nodded.

Under Manager Wang's almost humble guidance, the crowd automatically parted to create a wider passage.

Ye Weiguo and his entourage entered "Peach Blossom Spring" without any hindrance.

The commotion at the store entrance also caught Lin Fan's attention. He looked up, his expression remaining calm.

But Qin Lang, who was sitting in the shop facing the entrance, also subconsciously turned around to look.

It's okay if you don't look at the results!

When Qin Lang's gaze passed through the crowd and he saw the face of the old man who walked in, the spoon in his hand fell into the bowl of boiled cabbage with a "clang," splashing a few drops of water.

Then, with a "whoosh," it suddenly appeared!

Qin Lang jumped up from his chair as if he had a spring in his butt, his face showing a look of utter disbelief, his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg in it.

"Master Ye...Master Ye?!"

Qin Lang's voice trembled, and his carefree, spoiled attitude vanished instantly, replaced by a conditioned reflex of awe.

How could he not recognize this person?

Ye Weiguo!

A legendary figure in Jiangcheng and even the entire Southeast Province business community! The founder of the Ye Group! The man who truly stands at the top of the pyramid!

Although Old Ye has been retired for many years and no longer cares about worldly affairs, in Jiangcheng, this small town, the ground trembles whenever he stomps his foot!

Even Qin Lang's hot-tempered father had to respectfully address this Elder Ye as "Elder Ye" when he met him!

"Just who is this Lin Fan? How did he manage to attract such a powerful figure?"

Qin Lang's heart was in turmoil, and his eyes darted back and forth between Lin Fan and Elder Ye.

He originally thought that bringing a few rich kids to support him was already impressive enough, but he didn't expect that this shabby little shop had such a strong magnetic field that it could even attract such a true god.

Qin Lang didn't care about eating boiled cabbage anymore. He hurriedly straightened his floral shirt. Although this outfit looked a bit out of place in front of Old Master Ye, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

He quickly got up from his seat, jogged over to Ye Weiguo, bowed slightly, and his face was full of obedient smiles:

"Grandpa Ye! What a coincidence that you've come!"

Ye Weiguo stopped and glanced at the flashy young man in front of him, a hint of a smile flashing in his cloudy eyes:

"Oh, it's the Qin family's little monkey. What, you can come, but this old man can't have a taste?"

"Not at all! Your presence is an honor for this restaurant! It's an honor to have you here!" Qin Lang quickly waved his hand.

"Alright, stop being so cheeky."

Ye Weiguo waved his hand, his tone was calm, but the authority of an elder made Qin Lang subconsciously shrink his neck.

The old man, leaning on his cane, looked at Qin Lang with a half-smile:

"You little rascal, that post you made on WeChat Moments late last night really whetted my appetite."

"What 'one bite and you're hooked,' what 'unique in heaven and earth' beef brisket noodles... What? I'm here uninvited today, aren't you going to treat me to some?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Lang immediately perked up, and the tension he had felt earlier dissipated considerably.

"Hey! Look at you! Your coming is a huge honor for me, and even more so for this little shop!"

As Qin Lang spoke, he turned to Ye Lao with great enthusiasm, guiding him to his best table, while simultaneously launching into a long and enthusiastic sales pitch:

"Grandpa Ye, you've come at the right time! I assure you, what I posted on my WeChat Moments was not exaggerated at all!"

"Boss Lin's cooking skills are truly divine! Especially that bowl of Supreme Clear Broth Beef Brisket Noodles, the broth is crystal clear, the meat is tender and the tendons are soft..."

"Alright, Qin Lang."

A cold, slightly disdainful female voice suddenly interrupted Qin Lang's boasting.

Ye Wan'er, who had been standing beside Elder Ye, finally couldn't help but speak up.

She removed her large sunglasses, revealing a refined yet arrogant face. She sized up Qin Lang's gaudy shirt and baggy shorts, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Hey Mr. Qin, it's been three years since we last met. Your taste has become more and more 'down-to-earth'! If Uncle Qin saw you dressed like this working as a waiter in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, he'd probably be so angry he'd set the Qin Corporation building on fire."

Upon hearing that familiar, sarcastic tone, Qin Lang's smile froze for a moment, then he rolled his eyes.

"Oh, who do we have here? It's our Miss Ye! What, you spent three years studying in France and came back to inspect the people's conditions as soon as you got back? I call this 'fashionable,' you know? As for you, you're dressed like you're going to ring the bell on Wall Street. Aren't you tired?"

The two were clearly old acquaintances, and the kind of childhood friends in the industry who had never gotten along since they were young.

"I don't have time to banter with you."

Ye Wan'er looked around with disdain. Although the restaurant was nicely decorated, the noisy crowd outside still made her, a "returned overseas student" who was used to a Michelin three-star environment, feel uncomfortable.

She pointed to the diners squatting on the ground eating noodles and said to Old Ye in a low voice:

"Grandpa, don't listen to Qin Lang's nonsense. Don't you know his mouth? He can talk a dead fish back to life."

"I've been abroad for years, what top-notch restaurants haven't I eaten at? These roadside stalls just put too much MSG in them, fooling our taste buds. Let's go, or we'll get sick."

"Hey! Ye Wan'er, you can insult my taste, but you can't insult Boss Lin's reputation!"

Qin Lang was displeased, stiffened his neck, and pointed to his table:

"That's prejudice! Your soul has been corrupted by capitalism! Come, come, Grandpa Ye, please sit down. Today I'll show this girl what the profoundness and breadth of Chinese cuisine truly means!"

As he spoke, he hurried to the table, frantically preparing to clear it, trying to move the bowl of "vegetable washing water" that everyone had mocked, so as not to get in Old Master Ye's way, while loudly calling out:

"Please have a seat! This spot has a great view and is very airy! I'll have Boss Lin cook you a fresh bowl of noodles right away, with meat! It absolutely has to have meat!"

Ye Weiguo watched the two juniors bickering, shook his head helplessly, and followed Qin Lang's direction, walking over:

"Heh, since you're exaggerating so much, I'll see if this stuff is really as amazing as you think..."

however.

Before he could finish speaking...

Just as Ye Weiguo approached the table, about two or three steps away, the old man suddenly stopped without warning.