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

Shen Man stood up, trembling with anger, and pointed at the door, shouting:

"Who agreed to marry you? That was just my parents' wishful thinking; it has nothing to do with me!"

"Also, this isn't a garbage dump, this is the best noodle shop in all of Jiangcheng!"

"I can eat whatever I want, even if I become a 200-pound fat man, even if I drink gutter oil every day, it has absolutely nothing to do with you!"

The loud argument immediately attracted the attention of all the diners nearby.

Everyone stopped eating and stared at the pretentious "elite man" with hostile eyes.

Liu Zhiyuan looked at the stares coming from all around him, his face turning somewhat grim.

He pushed up his glasses, trying to maintain his composure, but his tone became even colder:

"Shen Man, this is an emotional statement."

"I'm perfectly sober!" Shen Man said through gritted teeth.

"You're the one who's out of your mind! Self-righteous and arrogant! Do you think the whole world revolves around your standards?"

"I'm doing this for your own good." Liu Zhiyuan remained stubborn and even reached out to grab Shen Man's wrist again.

"Staying in a place like this for even a second is a waste of your life. Come with me!"

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

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a hand firmly gripped Liu Zhiyuan's wrist.

Liu Zhiyuan was taken aback and looked down along the arm.

A tall, upright young man wearing an apron was seen standing by the table.

Lin Fan's expression was indifferent, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Sir, please do not disturb my guests' meal."

"Who are you?" Liu Zhiyuan struggled for a moment, but found that the other party's grip was incredibly strong, like an iron clamp that wouldn't budge.

"I'm the owner of this shop, and also the chef of this bowl of noodles," Lin Fan said calmly.

"Oh? The chef?"

A hint of contempt flashed in Liu Zhiyuan's eyes. He forcefully pulled his hand back, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and disgustedly wiped the spot where Lin Fan had touched him.

"Perfect timing, I was just about to ask you. How much MSG and additives did you put in that bowl of noodles? How could it cause such a educated Miss Shen to lose her composure?"

"You're exploiting human weaknesses, using heavy oil and salt to create cheap pleasure. This business model is not only low-class, but also unethical."

Liu Zhiyuan looked down at Lin Fan:

"A low-level vendor like you who will do anything to make money has no idea what real food is, let alone what health is."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan did not respond.

He raised his hand and pointed to the wall behind the cashier.

There was a picture frame hanging there.

"Can you read?" Lin Fan asked.

Liu Zhiyuan looked in the direction the finger was pointing.

It was a test report with a bright red official seal stamped in the lower right corner.

"This is a Food Safety Inspection Report issued by the district Food and Drug Administration a few days ago. It clearly states in black and white that all indicators are 'excellent,' fully complying with national food safety standards."

"If you think this paper is fake, you can take out your phone right now and check it on the official website of the Jiangcheng District Food and Drug Administration."

"The first announcement pinned to the top is about my store being recognized as a 'hygiene benchmark'!"

"What? Do you think your eyes are more accurate than professional testing equipment? Or do you think you know more about food safety than the Food and Drug Administration?"

Liu Zhiyuan was speechless for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the certificate on the wall, the red seal on it was glaringly obvious.

He opened his mouth, about to refute that these were two different things.

Lin Fan didn't give him a chance to speak at all, taking a step forward with an imposing aura:

"And may I ask your relationship with Miss Shen?"

"Husband? Or the legally recognized guardian who signed the consent form?"

Liu Zhiyuan's face stiffened: "I am her future..."

"That means it's nothing at all."

Lin Fan interrupted him without any politeness, his eyes sharp:

"Since you're not married, and you're not even her boyfriend, what right do you have to boss her around? And why are you trying to forcibly take her away?"

"I'm the owner of this shop, and Ms. Shen is my friend."

Lin Fan stood in front of Shen Man, his voice as cold and hard as iron:

"From a friend's perspective, she just clearly told you to get lost, and I have an obligation to protect her from harassment."

"From the boss's perspective..."

Lin Fan pointed to the security camera at the door:

"Your behavior is seriously affecting my guests' dining experience and constitutes disorderly conduct. If you intend to cause trouble, I will call the police right now."

"If you're looking to make a purchase..."

Lin Fan stretched out his hand and opened his palm:

Please show your queue number.

Liu Zhiyuan was stunned: "What number plate?"

"No number plate?"

Lin Fan pointed to the door; although he didn't say the word "get out," the meaning couldn't be clearer:

"Then please leave. Our shop does not serve people who cut in line."

"good!!"

The surrounding diners immediately erupted in cheers.

"Did you hear me? If you don't have a number, get out!"

"Don't you even know how to queue?"

"The boss is awesome! Call the police and have this harasser arrested!"

Amidst a chorus of boos, Liu Zhiyuan's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red. He turned his head, his eyes fixed on Shen Man with a chilling gaze:

"Shen Man, you have disappointed me greatly."

"You're actually turning against me for the sake of a roadside stall cook? And you want to kick me out?"

Liu Zhiyuan took a deep breath and unleashed his final trump card:

"Fine, very well. Since you're so willful, there's nothing I can do. I'll tell Uncle Shen everything about this. I'll tell him what kind of shady people you're hanging out with."

Shen Man rolled her eyes, just about to retort.

Liu Zhiyuan had already turned his head away.

His gaze was fixed intently on Lin Fan:

"I'll remember you."

After saying that, he snorted coldly and turned to leave.

However, he had only taken two steps when he heard Qin Lang's extremely irritating shout, deliberately raised eight octaves, coming from behind him:

"Hey! Big shot! Take care!"

Qin Lang cupped his hands into a megaphone shape and shouted at Liu Zhiyuan's back:

"Watch your step when you go out! Don't fall and hurt your precious brain! Remember to check if you exceeded your calorie limit when you get back!"

"And one more thing! Next time you want to eat noodles, remember to come early and line up! We don't necessarily need you, but we can only turn you away if you have a number! Hahahaha!"

Hearing the mockery behind him, Liu Zhiyuan's back stiffened visibly, and his steps faltered for a moment, but he didn't turn around. Instead, he walked even faster, and his figure quickly disappeared at the end of the group.

……

As Liu Zhiyuan's disheveled figure disappeared around the street corner, a burst of gleeful laughter erupted from the shop.

"Serves you right! What a piece of trash, coming here to act all high and mighty!"

"Exactly! Calories, health reports—it's driving me crazy! Why all this fuss about eating a meal!"

"Boss Lin is awesome! That move of pointing at the surveillance camera and triggering the alarm was absolutely cool!"