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

Looking at Lin Fan's unwavering demeanor, Qin Lang felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.

Wow! You're really awesome!

Looking across the entire city of Jiangcheng, you're probably the only one who would dare to tell Ye Weiguo that he's "too busy"!

With no other option, Qin Lang had to bite the bullet and walk back to the table.

Looking at Ye Weiguo's expectant eyes and Ye Wan'er's cold smile beside him, Qin Lang felt a chill run down his spine.

"Um... Grandpa Ye..."

Qin Lang rubbed his hands together, forcing an awkward yet polite smile, and began frantically making up lies in his mind to cover it up:

"What bad luck, Mr. Lin... he's currently working on a crucial step! You know, artists, you know, they all have their quirks!"

"His standards for food are inhumanly strict! He says that even a second's difference in cooking time is unacceptable, and you have to be completely focused and single-minded when cooking. You can't be roused even if the King of Heaven himself comes! He says he's afraid that if he gets distracted, he'll ruin the taste of the soup and feel bad for the customers still waiting in line..."

As Qin Lang wove, he secretly observed Old Master Ye's expression, afraid that the old man might get angry and overturn the table.

Ye Wan'er rolled her eyes as she listened, and snorted, "What artist? He's just a cook! He acts more important than a Michelin three-star chef! Grandpa, I think he's just putting on airs. Let's go, don't give him any face."

Qin Lang was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said:

"How about this... Grandpa Ye, shall I schedule a time for you? We can visit him after he closes his stall tonight? Let's do it today..."

"It's alright."

Ye Weiguo suddenly raised his hand, interrupting Qin Lang.

The old man's face did not show the anger Qin Lang had imagined; instead, it revealed a stronger sense of interest and appreciation.

At this point, Ye Weiguo smiled faintly:

"Since he's busy, let's wait for him. We can see him again when he's done."

Qin Lang was completely stunned, his mouth agape.

wait?!

Who is Ye Weiguo?

That was a business tycoon whose time was measured in seconds; others waited for him for hours in the cold wind, but he never waited for anyone else!

Today, in this tiny roadside shop, he was actually willing to wait just to see a chef?!

If this gets out, the entire business community of Jiangcheng will be shaken!

"Grandpa! Are you crazy? We're supposed to wait for him?" Ye Wan'er exclaimed in disbelief. "You have a multinational video conference this afternoon!"

"Rejected it." Ye Weiguo said succinctly, his gaze still fixed on the busy figure in the kitchen.

"Meetings are frequent, but people who can rekindle my appetite are rare."

Qin Lang, listening from the side, was terrified, his admiration for Lin Fan flowing endlessly like a surging river.

……

Time seems to flow exceptionally slowly in "Peach Blossom Spring".

From the bustling noise at noon to the gradual quiet at 1:30 pm, a full hour and a half had passed.

The customers in the restaurant came and went, but the old man in the armchair by the window sat there steadily, like a stone Buddha who had weathered many storms.

He remained calm and unhurried, occasionally taking a sip of the plum juice or gazing absently at the artificial stream outside the window.

Qin Lang was now extremely uneasy.

He kept checking his phone, glancing at the kitchen, and constantly keeping an eye on Ye Wan'er, the young lady next to him who was on the verge of exploding.

"Qin Lang, look at the time!"

Ye Wan'er raised her wrist, pointed at the Patek Philippe watch studded with diamonds, lowered her voice, and spoke with suppressed anger.

"Two o'clock! Exactly two o'clock! Was that cook embroidering?! We've been waiting for an hour and a half?!"

"Um... Sister Wan'er, calm down, calm down." Qin Lang smiled apologetically and kept fanning Ye Wan'er.

"Slow and steady wins the race, and there were indeed a lot of customers just now; he was being responsible to his diners..."

"Responsible my ass! I think he's just putting on airs!" Ye Wan'er sneered.

"Grandpa, let's go! Your health can't take this much longer!"

Ye Weiguo simply waved his hand slightly, his gaze remaining calm:

"A restless and impatient person is unlikely to achieve great things. Wan'er, you still need to work on your temperament."

Just as Ye Wan'er was about to retort, the last bit of noise in the open kitchen finally stopped.

"Splash—"

The sound of the tap being turned off was exceptionally clear.

Lin Fan finally walked out of the kitchen.

"I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting."

Lin Fan walked to the table, bowed slightly, and spoke in a calm tone, as still as a lake.

"It's alright."

Ye Weiguo slowly raised his head, his old eyes, which had seen countless people, looked Lin Fan up and down, a hint of admiration flashing in them.

Neither arrogant nor impatient, neither humble nor overbearing, this young man possessed a composure that surpassed that of many business elites he had ever met.

"Little master, are you done with your work?" Ye Weiguo asked with a smile.

"All done. Business was good today, I was a little slow." Lin Fan pulled up a chair and sat down at a spot that wasn't too close or too far away.

"Hehe, good business is a good thing."

Ye Weiguo pointed to the several empty bowls on the table, his tone tinged with emotion.

"To be honest, this old man hasn't eaten so cleanly and enjoyed it so much in a long time. Young chef, could you please explain to this old man what the special qualities are in the beef used in these noodles?"

Lin Fan smiled and didn't hide anything: "Nothing special, just good ingredients."

"The beef used is from white yak cattle raised at an altitude of over 4,000 meters above the snow line, and only the flank between the ribs is taken."

"Those cows drink glacial water and eat fritillaria, so their meat is firm but not tough, and has a natural herbal fragrance."

"As for the soup, it is made with beef bones and old hen, simmered over low heat for 72 hours without adding a single grain of MSG. The flavor is brought out entirely by time and heat."

Hearing Lin Fan's casual words, Ye Weiguo's eyes shone even brighter.

"Snowy white yak...72 hours..."

Old Ye nodded and sighed, "In today's catering industry, everyone is pursuing efficiency, technology, and ruthless techniques. Those who are willing to put in the hard work and effort of ingredients and techniques like you are extremely rare. No wonder the taste is so deeply ingrained."

"You're too kind."

Lin Fan said modestly, then his gaze fell on the table.

The next second, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

Because he saw that the bowls containing noodles and fried rice were all empty, and even the cups of plum juice were almost empty.

But the white porcelain cup on the corner of the table, mostly hidden by the vinegar bottle and tissue box, remained covered, looking lonely and abandoned.

This was the "boiled cabbage in clear broth" that Qin Lang had ordered at the beginning.

Lin Fan, somewhat puzzled, pointed to the neglected white porcelain cup, looked at Qin Lang, and asked:

"This boiled cabbage in clear broth... Young Master Qin, why haven't you touched it? Is it not to your liking? I'm waiting for your feedback."

He was busy cooking and didn't notice this side.

But this unintentional remark instantly froze the previously harmonious atmosphere.