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

"You can go."

Lin Fan spoke up.

"Very good!!!"

Qin Lang slapped his thigh, almost jumping up in excitement. "Brother Lin, you're a savior! I'll text Old Zhao right now and have him transfer 500,000 to your account!"

"Don't be so happy yet, I haven't finished speaking."

Lin Fan slightly raised his hand, interrupting Qin Lang's excitement.

"I'm willing to go, but I have a few conditions."

"Brother Lin, just name your price! As long as you're willing to go, don't mention a few conditions, he'd agree to a hundred of them!" Qin Lang patted his chest and guaranteed.

Lin Fan closed the invitation, placed it on the corner of the table, and held up his first finger:

"First, since it's a charity gala, I don't want the 500,000 yuan appearance fee. Instead, I'll donate that 500,000 yuan directly to a children's foundation in impoverished mountainous areas in my daughter's name, 'Lin Tuantuan.'"

He doesn't lack the 500,000, but he wants to use it to give his daughter a clean and honest reputation.

Qin Lang and Shen Man were both taken aback upon hearing this, and then their eyes revealed deep admiration.

Donating 500,000 yuan without batting an eye—that kind of magnanimity is something most people don't have.

"Brother Lin is so generous! He'll definitely handle this perfectly!" Qin Lang nodded emphatically.

"second."

Lin Fan raised his second finger, his eyes turning slightly cold:

"They originally planned for a Michelin-starred French chef to make Western-style desserts, but I, Lin Fan, never make those fancy foreign things."

"Since the banquet is being held on Chinese soil and is being hosted for Chinese people, there is no need to cater to the tastes of foreigners."

"You mean you want to make Chinese pastries?"

Qin Lang was stunned, scratching his head hesitantly. "Brother Lin, it's not that I don't believe you. It's just that at these high-end parties, everyone's used to eating things like French mousse and black truffle chocolate—things that look very 'high-class.'"

"Chinese pastries...like mung bean cakes and wife cakes, wouldn't they seem a bit...not prestigious enough?"

"A brand's prestige comes from its taste, not its name."

Lin Fan's lips curled into a highly confident smile.

"Go back and tell Zhao Tianyi to prepare a separate open kitchen counter for me. I want to cook on-site. As for all the ingredients and utensils, I will bring them myself. I don't need their help in the kitchen."

"True Eastern cuisine is far superior to any so-called Michelin three-star restaurant!"

"Great! That's awesome!"

Shen Man listened with fervor, unable to resist clapping enthusiastically, her peach blossom eyes gleaming with undisguised admiration.

"I love your spirit! Who says Chinese food is inferior to Western food? I'll be there too, I'll be your cheerleader!"

Qin Lang was so excited that his face turned red, and he wished he could rush to the banquet hall right now to grab a seat:

"Brother Lin, don't say anything more. Just because of what you said, this deal is done! Old Zhao and I will definitely give you a strong showing!"

Looking at these two "clowns" who were even more excited than he was, Lin Fan smiled helplessly and waved his hand:

"Alright, alright, I'm tired after a whole morning, I need to go home."

"Alright! Then we won't disturb Boss Lin's rest!"

Qin Lang and Shen Man were sensible people; knowing that Lin Fan had to go back to take care of his daughter, they didn't linger.

After seeing off Qin Lang, who was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and Shen Man, whose eyes held an indescribable emotion, Phoenix Golden Street finally fell completely quiet.

Lin Fan pulled down the roller shutter and locked the shop.

It was a little past one in the afternoon, and the sun was still scorching, but he felt a sense of peace.

Although he accepted the challenge, it wasn't difficult for him as long as he prepared step by step, given that he had the system.

What truly worries him is his little one at home.

……

Jinmao Mansion.

Lin Fan returned home and pushed open the door.

The room was quiet, with only the faint sound of the central air conditioning running.

The 200-square-meter apartment, luxuriously decorated and with excellent natural light, felt somewhat empty and desolate at this moment.

Lin Fan changed his shoes and glanced around the living room, but he didn't see the little figure running towards him as usual.

"round and round?"

He called out softly, but there was no answer.

Lin Fan felt a slight tightening in his heart and quickly walked into the living room.

He walked around the sofa and finally saw the small figure in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Tuantuan was lying on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, her two little hands supporting her on the glass, standing on tiptoe, looking down at the building without moving.

The sunlight shone on her, giving her a golden edge.

Lin Fan tiptoed over without making a sound.

Even after he walked up behind Tuantuan and squatted down, the little girl still didn't react at all, staring at him in a daze.

Lin Fan reached out and picked her up from the ground, lifting her high and spinning her around.

"what!"

Tuantuan was startled and let out a short gasp. But when she saw that it was Lin Fan, her panicked little face instantly blossomed into a bright smile, and she tightly hugged Lin Fan's neck with both hands.

"Dad! You're back?!"

Lin Fan held her in his arms, nuzzled her cheek with his nose, and said, pretending to be serious:

"Honey, what are you looking at? You're so engrossed that you didn't even hear Daddy open the door!"

"What if some bad guys come in and kidnap you? Aren't you afraid?"

Tuantuan giggled, buried her head in Lin Fan's shoulder, and said in a childish voice:

"Don't be afraid! Because Daddy is Superman, he'll definitely come to save Tuantuan!"

Hearing this, Lin Fan's heart melted, but what followed was an indescribable bitterness and guilt.

He picked up Tuantuan and sat down on the sofa, following Tuantuan's gaze to look out the window.

In the community garden downstairs, several children of similar age were playing on the slide and chasing each other, with a few nannies or parents nearby. Their laughter could be faintly heard upstairs.

"Was Tuantuan watching the children play just now?" Lin Fan asked softly.

Tuantuan nodded, a hint of envy in her eyes, but quickly shook her head knowingly.

"Tuantuan doesn't like playing on that; that slide is too childish. Tuantuan is waiting for her dad to come home."

These insincere words were like a needle, piercing deeply into Lin Fan's heart.

During this period, as the business of "Lin's Shop" became more and more popular, he did make a lot of money, bought Tuantuan a big house, and bought countless toys and beautiful dresses.

Although he goes home every day at noon, what happens after he gets home?

He often falls asleep as soon as he's too tired, or his consciousness enters the "farm space" to plant crops and prepare vegetables, keeping him busy for an entire afternoon.

In Tuantuan's eyes, although her father is at home, he is always "sleeping" or spacing out, and has no time to play with her.