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

"Slurp—"

Noodle entrance.

I chewed it twice.

Shen Man suddenly stopped moving.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Qin Lang opposite her.

At that moment, Qin Lang also stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and he looked shocked.

"You felt it too?" Qin Lang asked vaguely.

"Hmm..." Shen Man nodded, her voice trembling slightly. Her previous fatigue vanished, replaced by an unbelievable surprise.

"This noodle..." Qin Lang pointed to the noodles in the bowl.

"It's even chewier than yesterday's! And the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes, that wheaty aroma... it's like stuffing an entire wheat field into your mouth!"

"The bun wrapper is too!" Shen Man added.

"It's even more translucent, and that soft yet chewy texture...it's absolutely amazing! The previous ones were already delicious enough, but today's...it feels like it's reached a whole new level!"

"Lin Fan!" Shen Man couldn't help but shout towards the kitchen, "Did you secretly change the recipe? It tastes even better than the day before yesterday!!"

Lin Fan smiled slightly in the kitchen, without turning around, and simply waved his hand with his back to them:

"I was in a good mood, so I performed well."

Shen Man pursed her lips, clearly not believing this explanation, but she didn't bother to ask any further questions.

Because that bowl of noodles smelled so good.

She lowered her head and ate heartily, swallowing all the humiliation she had suffered on yesterday's blind date, transforming it into a feeling of pure happiness.

Screw blind dates!

As long as I have this bowl of noodles, what does it matter if I stay single forever?

……

Just as Shen Man was eating noodles with gusto, Qin Lang was watching with great interest, and the two were enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

The crowd that had been somewhat congested due to the queue at the store entrance suddenly stirred up a commotion.

Excuse me, could you please let me pass?

The voice sounded polite, yet it carried an unsettling air of aloofness and arrogance.

Immediately afterwards, a young man wearing a dark blue custom-made suit, with his hair neatly combed and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, frowned, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief as if he were avoiding some kind of plague, and squeezed into the store sideways.

As soon as he entered, he scanned the store with a critical eye, and when he saw the water feature, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Finally, his gaze settled on Shen Man in the corner, who was drinking soup from a large bowl without any regard for her image.

"Manman, so you really were here."

The man strode forward and stood beside Shen Man's table, but instead of sitting down, he looked down at her, his tone carrying a hint of reproach and disbelief:

"Uncle Shen said you didn't come home for dinner, and we can't get through to you on the phone. Do you know how worried everyone is?"

Shen Man, who was enjoying her soup with a blissful expression and her mouth full of oil, froze upon hearing this voice.

I almost spat out that mouthful of delicious beef bone soup; it choked me.

"Cough cough cough!"

Shen Man coughed violently a few times, then quickly put down her bowl and grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth haphazardly.

She looked up at the man who had suddenly appeared before her, her expression instantly shifting from enjoyment to horror and disgust as if she had seen a ghost.

"Liu...Liu Zhiyuan?!"

Shen Man's eyes widened, and she glanced instinctively at the doorway. "How did you find this place? I didn't post it on WeChat Moments, and I didn't tell you!"

This is a bustling street near the university town, a million miles away from the city center. How did this guy pinpoint this little shop so accurately?

Liu Zhiyuan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his expression calm:

"Is this difficult? I checked your phone's location."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Man instantly exploded, "You're checking my location? Are you crazy? Who gave you the right to monitor me?!"

"Manman, watch your emotions." Liu Zhiyuan frowned, not thinking there was anything wrong with his behavior, and patiently explained:

"We're aiming for marriage, and this is something both sets of parents have agreed on."

"As your future fiancé, it is my responsibility to ensure your personal safety."

As he spoke, he held up one finger and pointed disdainfully at the crowded people around him, his tone becoming even harsher:

"How could you... how could you eat in a place like this?"

"What's wrong with this place?" Shen Man laughed angrily and slammed her chopsticks on the table.

"There's air conditioning and seating here, the food is good and there are lots of people, so why can't we eat here?"

"The environment is noisy, the air circulation is poor, and the quality of the people varies greatly."

Liu Zhiyuan listed the charges in a clear and organized manner, and even took out a wet wipe and vigorously wiped the already clean table in front of Shen Man. Then, looking at the fact that there was no dust on the wipe, he still threw it away with disgust.

"Most importantly, the hygiene of these roadside stalls is appalling. How heartbroken would Uncle Shen be if he knew you were abandoning your own home-cooked meals and coming to this place full of gutter oil and additives to ruin your health?"

"puff--"

Qin Lang, who had been sitting on the sidelines watching the show with half a steamed bun in his mouth, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He swallowed the steamed bun, wiped his hands with a tissue, glanced at Liu Zhiyuan sideways, and interjected sarcastically:

"Hey, my 'fiancé' buddy, are you saying that all of us hundreds of people eating here are collectively committing suicide by poisoning ourselves?"

Liu Zhiyuan then turned his head and gave Qin Lang a cold glance.

Looking at Qin Lang's floral shirt and baggy shorts, and his nonchalant sitting posture, Liu Zhiyuan's contempt deepened.

He didn't answer Qin Lang's question, but turned to look at Shen Man, his tone carrying a hint of accusation:

"Manman, is this your friend? I've told you many times, your social circle needs to be cleaned up. Hanging out with people who lack self-discipline and have vulgar taste will only lower your standards."

"Holy crap?!"

Qin Lang was amused and pointed at himself, "Low taste? Dude, do you know who I am? Do you know how much this shirt cost? Do you know the Ferrari parked in front of my door..."

"The accumulation of material possessions does not equate to spiritual nobility," Liu Zhiyuan coldly interrupted him, completely ignoring Qin Lang's anger.

He looked at Shen Man again, and raised his hand to look at the expensive Vacheron Constantin watch:

"Alright, Manman, it's time to end this farce. It's lunchtime now, and I've already had someone book a private room at the Cloud Top Pavilion downtown."

"It's not too late to leave now. We can go get a low-fat deep-sea cod set meal and talk about the supplementary clauses of the prenuptial agreement."

As he spoke, he actually reached out and tried to grab Shen Man's arm:

"Come with me."

"Snapped!"

Shen Man suddenly flung her hand away, forcefully slapping Liu Zhiyuan's hand away.

"Liu Zhiyuan! Get out of here!"