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

Ye Weiguo stopped talking and began to concentrate on the noodles in his bowl, fine beads of sweat gradually appearing on his forehead.

Meanwhile, Ye Wan'er looked at the fried rice in front of her, originally intending to find fault with it.

For example, the oil was too much, the rice was too hard, or the presentation was too rustic.

But after stirring it a few times with a spoon, she discovered that the fried rice was so perfect it was like a work of art, with every grain of rice being evenly plump and without any sticking together.

Somewhat skeptical, she scooped out a small spoonful and put it in her mouth.

"..."

After taking one bite, Ye Wan'er's expression froze.

The harsh criticism I had prepared seemed to be glued to my throat, and I couldn't utter a single word.

The perfect blend of the aroma of rice and eggs, the sensation dancing on her tongue, actually made her feel like crying.

This is... the taste of home? No, it's a million times better than what the chef at home makes!

She subconsciously scooped out another large spoonful.

Then came the third spoonful...

Qin Lang watched the grandfather and grandson eating with their heads down, and his heart finally settled down. He grinned from ear to ear.

"I knew it! No one can get past Boss Lin!"

Qin Lang watched the two of them wolfing down their food, and he was so proud of himself that his tail was practically wagging in the air.

But he clearly had no intention of letting these two "unworldly" big shots off so easily.

He quickly seized the opportunity and pushed the plate of peeled "Qiankun Tea Eggs" and the chilled "Iced Jade Plum Drink" forward:

"Don't just eat the staple food! Grandpa Ye, Wan'er, this is the real 'secret weapon'!"

"These eggs are cooked with precious Chinese herbs, and this soup is made with honey from Tian Shan snow lotus! You wouldn't have come if you didn't try these!"

Ye Weiguo had a light sweat on his forehead, a hearty appetite, and was in a very good mood.

Hearing Qin Lang say this, he put down his chopsticks and picked up the tea egg with marble-like patterns on its surface.

"Oh? It's made with Chinese herbal medicine?"

Old Master Ye leaned closer and took a sniff. A delicate aroma of tea and herbs wafted up, with no trace of eggy smell. Instead, it invigorated him.

He took a bite.

The egg white was bouncy and smooth like jade, the yolk was dense and fluffy like sand, and the salty and fresh braising sauce melted in his mouth. Then, a warm current slid down his throat, as if a pair of gentle hands were soothing his stomach, which had been weak and cold for many years.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

Ye Weiguo's eyes lit up suddenly, and he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

For the past few months, he had been vomiting everything he ate, and his body was already very weak. But after swallowing this egg, he actually felt a long-lost strength rise from his dantian!

Meanwhile, Ye Wan'er was speechless, amazed by the fried rice.

Although she didn't want to admit it, this fried rice was indeed a hundred times more delicious than any truffle risotto she had abroad.

Feeling a bit thirsty from eating, she subconsciously picked up the purplish-red plum juice next to her, thinking that this kind of roadside drink was probably just saccharin diluted with water, and she would just take a couple of sips to quench her thirst.

"Glug."

A mouthful of icy liquid went down my throat.

The next second, Ye Wan'er's beautiful eyes, which had been somewhat critical, widened instantly!

That sourness isn't the pungent smell of vinegar, but the mellow richness of dried plums after years of aging; that sweetness isn't the cloying sweetness of saccharin, but the unique coolness and refreshing sweetness of snow lotus honey!

A delightful blend of sweet and sour flavors, with an icy coolness that soothes the soul!

The slight greasiness from eating fried rice was completely washed away the moment I swallowed this soup, leaving only a mouthful of refreshing and invigorating flavor!

"This...this?!"

Ye Wan'er couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

As if she had discovered a new continent, she hugged the cup and took another big gulp, her aloof young lady mask completely shattering, revealing a look of surprise and delight that she had never seen anything like before.

"How was it? I'm just asking you how it was?" Qin Lang leaned closer with a sly grin.

"Who just said they were going to file a complaint? Are they firing the chef again this time?"

Ye Wan'er blushed, looking at the half-empty plate of fried rice and the nearly empty plum juice in her hands. Although she had given in to her pride a thousand times over, she still refused to back down and gave a haughty snort:

"Hmph...it's nothing special! Barely...barely comparable to a Michelin-starred pub. I'll pass!"

"Hahaha! For Miss Ye to say 'barely passable' is basically a perfect score!" Qin Lang laughed.

Ye Weiguo had finished the last bite of noodles and even drunk the soup.

He put down his chopsticks, took out a handkerchief and elegantly wiped his mouth, let out a long sigh of relief, and his face showed a rosy glow and contentment that he hadn't seen in the past six months.

"That felt great...that really felt great."

The old man sighed, his gaze falling on the busy young man in the kitchen, his eyes full of admiration.

"This young chef's skills truly have the power to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary. This meal made this old man feel completely refreshed, and even my energy has improved considerably. It seems Old Liu wasn't lying to me."

By this time, the old man and the young man had almost finished eating. Their stomachs were full, and their hearts were content. Their doubts about the restaurant had long since vanished, leaving only joy and peace of mind.

Seeing that even Old Master Ye was enjoying his meal so much, the surrounding diners all wore expressions of "I knew it," creating an atmosphere of perfect harmony in the restaurant.

Ye Weiguo put down the bamboo cup in his hand and smacked his lips with lingering satisfaction.

He straightened his collar, turned to look at Qin Lang, and his eyes were serious:

"Little Qin, these noodles are really authentic, and the soup and egg are absolutely amazing."

"To be able to prepare medicinal cuisine so subtly and effectively, this chef's skill is truly unfathomable."

"Who exactly is this Boss Lin? I'd like to meet him."

"Hey! That's easy!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Lang immediately patted his chest and stood up, looking quite proud.

"Brother Lin is in the kitchen! Please wait a moment, I'll go get him!"

After saying that, Qin Lang happily ran to the food serving area of ​​the open kitchen.

At this moment, Lin Fan was facing away from this side, his long chopsticks flying up and down in the boiling pot, his movements so fluid and fast that they even left afterimages.

"Brother Lin! Brother Lin!" Qin Lang poked his head in and called out in a low voice.

"Don't bother with that yet! Old Master Ye has had a wonderful meal, praising it highly! He specifically asked to see you now and have a chat!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If Elder Ye gives us just a couple of pointers, our shop will be able to do whatever it wants in Jiangcheng!"

Lin Fan's hands didn't pause for a moment. He scooped up another bowl of noodles, poured on some broth, arranged the beef on top, and handed it to the customer waiting at the window. Only then did he glance at Qin Lang.

"I'm busy."

"Huh?" Qin Lang was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard.

Lin Fan raised his chin and looked at the still long queue at the entrance:

"There are still over a hundred people waiting to eat. If I go out, the cooking time will be cut off. If the noodles are cooked for even a second longer in the pot, the texture will be ruined."

"No... Brother Lin, that's Old Master Ye!" Qin Lang scratched his head anxiously. "Can we be flexible? Can we pause for just two minutes?"

"Diners come in all social classes. Those who wait in line are God."

Lin Fan turned around and continued to cook the noodles, leaving Qin Lang with only a cold back view.

"Go and explain to Elder Ye that I can't leave right now. We'll talk about it after this is over."