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

"As long as you can guarantee that my grandfather can eat like he did today every day, money has never been a problem for the Ye family."

"We can even give you 5% of the shares in the Yip Group's catering company! Do you know what that means?"

"That means you can receive tens of millions in dividends every year even if you just lie at home and sleep!"

"You will leapfrog directly into a higher social class, transforming from a small-time boss covered in cooking fumes into an upper-class individual in Jiangcheng! You can live in a villa, drive luxury cars, and even your daughter can receive the best elite education!"

I have to say, this offer is incredibly tempting.

It reeks of money, yet it's so fragrant that it's irresistible.

Qin Lang, who was standing to the side, was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Although he was also a second-generation rich kid, the Ye family's extravagant spending on food still made him realize the disparity in social classes.

"Good heavens... ten million for a base salary plus stock options? This isn't just hiring a chef, it's practically hiring a father to worship!"

Qin Lang screamed inwardly, "Brother Lin, just give in! This is an incredible windfall!"

however.

Faced with Ye Wan'er's bold words, which were enough to make ordinary people kneel down in gratitude,

Lin Fan's expression remained completely calm.

"Are you done talking?"

Ye Wan'er was taken aback: "You...you're done talking. So? When can we sign the contract?"

Ye Fan laughed and said, "Sorry, I refuse."

"What?!"

Ye Wan'er was stunned. She wondered if she had misheard. "You're refusing? Do you even know what you're refusing? This is an opportunity that so many people would kill for!"

"Miss Ye."

Lin Fan interrupted her, his tone calm yet firm:

"I opened this shop for freedom, and also so I can take care of my daughter whenever I want."

"Moreover, I like this kind of lively atmosphere and I like to see the satisfied smiles on the faces of diners after they have enjoyed the food."

"That sense of accomplishment is something you can't experience while living in a secluded mansion and serving only one person."

"and……"

"My daughter is waiting for me at home. If I become a private chef, who will make her favorite fried rice?"

"I can earn money myself. But the time I spend with my daughter is priceless."

"You!" Ye Wan'er was furious, feeling that this person was simply unreasonable.

"Your daughter is important, but isn't my grandfather's health important too? We can bring your daughter over, send her to the best private school, and provide her with a personal nanny..."

"Wan'er, shut up."

Ye Weiguo, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, interrupting his granddaughter's argument.

The old man looked at Lin Fan, his admiration growing stronger.

This young man is skilled, proud, and most importantly—family-oriented.

People who value loyalty and affection are too rare these days.

He pulled a checkbook from his pocket, picked up a pen, but instead of writing any numbers, he simply signed his name.

"Hiss—" Qin Lang gasped.

Blank checks!

Ye Weiguo gently pushed the blank check onto the table in front of Lin Fan, his tone sincere:

"Young master, I know you have principles. This matter of the private chef was something my granddaughter did rudely; let's not talk about it."

"However, these old bones of mine really can't live without your food. So, I won't buy your person, I'll buy your time."

"You can fill in any amount on this check. As long as you dare to fill it in, I dare to cash it."

"There's only one condition: from now on, save me a serving of 'boiled cabbage in clear broth' or some other healthy dish every day. I'll have someone come and pick it up; it won't disturb your business or interfere with you spending time with your daughter. How about it?"

The entire room fell silent.

Qin Lang's eyes nearly popped out.

One hundred million?! Just to reserve one dish every day?!

Is this the power of the super-rich? This is practically throwing money at people! And in such a way that no one can refuse!

If it were Qin Lang himself, he would have knelt down and called him "Grandpa" long ago.

All eyes were on Lin Fan, waiting for him to nod.

Lin Fan looked at the check on the table, which seemed light yet weighed a ton.

He smiled and shook his head:

He held up two fingers, pressed them against the check, and then—to Ye Wan'er's astonishment—gently pushed it back.

"Mr. Ye, I appreciate your kindness."

"But as I just said, once you step through this door, you're a diner. Diners are not distinguished by status, only by arrival time."

"I don't accept reservations, nor do I accept special privileges. If I make this exception for you, what will happen when Mr. Zhang and Mr. Li come over? How will I give them face? How can I keep this shop running?"

"Take this check back."

"If you want to eat here, please come early tomorrow. This is the rule, and it's also my way of being fair to all diners."

I refused!

He refused again!

Faced with a blank check that could be filled with any number, and faced with a favor from Ye Weiguo, he actually refused without hesitation for the sake of so-called "rules"!

Ye Wan'er stared wide-eyed at Lin Fan as if he were a monster:

"Are you... are you stupid? Do you know what that piece of paper means? It's worth a hundred million!"

Ye Weiguo was also stunned.

He has been in the business world for decades, and has seen greed, hypocrisy, and arrogance.

But in the end, very few people can get past the "money" hurdle.

But this was the first time he had ever seen someone like Lin Fan, who could remain so calm in the face of immense wealth and even refuse him in order to protect the interests of a group of ordinary diners.

a long time.

"Hahahahaha!"

Ye Weiguo suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, the sound so loud that the chandelier on the roof swayed. It was a laugh that came from the bottom of his heart.

"Excellent! What a fine example of treating everyone equally, regardless of social status! What a fair approach!"

The old man put away the check, not angered by the refusal. Instead, he stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed to Lin Fan again, his eyes full of respect.

"Young master, I have learned a great deal today."

"You not only cook well, but your character is also far superior to those of us who are obsessed with money."

"In that case, we'll do it your way."

After speaking, Ye Weiguo abruptly turned his head to look at Ye Wan'er, who was still looking completely bewildered beside him, and his tone instantly became stern:

"Wan'er! Did you hear that? These are the rules!"

"From now on, you'll be in charge of queuing up for me!"

"No matter how many people are ahead of you, no matter how long the queue is, you have to get your hands on that first serving of boiled cabbage! If you don't, don't come back to the company!"

"Huh? Me?!"

Ye Wan'er pointed to her own nose, completely devastated.

"Grandpa! I'm the vice president of the group! I have several projects under my management! You want me to stand in line here and grab cabbages?!"

"What? Did I wrong you?" Ye Weiguo raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't someone always tell me they'd pay any price as long as I could eat? Now you're unhappy about having to stand in line?"