Divorced with a Child, Setting Up a Stall, the CEO Ex-Wife Chases Him Back

"I only took one bite, and you still have the nerve to say that!!!"

After eating such delicious fried rice noodles, they had no interest in the other snacks. They casually took a few bites before tossing them into the trash, their tongues still longing for the flavor of the fried rice noodles.

In a certain class's student chat group, people were chatting before bed.

Lu Qin's fried rice noodle stall sparked a discussion among them.

"It's a handsome guy's fried noodle stall on Alley Street. I recommend it with both hands and feet—it's seriously delicious!"

"I think I saw it. There were quite a few people around at eight-thirty. I regret not buying any. Is it really that tasty?"

"Is it the super handsome young owner? But it seems like he has a kid. That child is so cute, I couldn't help wanting to pinch her cheeks!"

"A whole portion of fried rice noodles was split among several people in the dorm, and I'm still craving it. Let's go as a group tomorrow. One portion each—no, two portions each!!"

"Let's go together. Will he still be there tomorrow night?"

"No idea, but he probably will be. His business is so good, he'll definitely come!"

"Did anyone add the handsome owner's WeChat?"

"He has a kid with him!!"

"So what if he has a kid? These days, men with kids are even more appealing. And his kid is adorable, insanely pretty and cute. What a bonus!"

"Is he single?"

"One hundred percent. Otherwise, why would he bring his kid along to run a stall?"

Elsewhere.

At a quarter past nine.

Lu Qin had already sold out of all his fried rice noodles.

He had sold more than two hundred portions in total. All fifty jin of rice noodles had been fried, and the ham and diced meat were nearly used up as well.

Looking at the empty baskets, the few customers still in line wore disappointed expressions.

"What time is it? You're already sold out? That's nowhere near enough—I haven't even gotten any yet!"

"Boss, the nightlife has only just begun, and you're already packing up?"

"Exactly. Smelling it but not getting to eat it is the worst!"

"Ahhh! I've been waiting almost twenty minutes, and it's sold out? You can't do this!"

Several customers scratched their heads and stomped their feet. They had just watched the customers ahead of them start eating the fried noodles as soon as they got them. Just watching was enough to tell how insanely delicious they were!

They were practically drooling!

But now that it was finally their turn, it had sold out. It was far too frustrating!

"Sorry, everyone. I'll be back tomorrow evening. Come a little earlier tomorrow."

Lu Qin smiled apologetically at them. He had not expected business to pick up so late at night.

And not just pick up a little.

It had gotten downright booming.

There were simply too many customers in the final stretch of the line, nearly twenty of them. The alley was so narrow that it was almost too crowded to fit everyone.

Lu Qin could only sacrifice a bit of texture and fry five portions in one wok.

Thanks to his skill making up for it, the fried rice noodles remained delicious, though their texture suffered slightly.

But unless ordinary people paid close attention while eating, they would not be able to tell.

The customers dispersed reluctantly.

The Guan Dong Zhu Vendor next door finally snapped out of it and said to Lu Qin with delight,

"See? What did I say, young man? With fried noodles that taste like yours, business was bound to be good."

Though he said that, the vendor was deeply envious inside.

The fried noodle stall next door had exploded in popularity. He had originally thought his own Oden business might improve a little too.

He had not expected Lu Qin's fried rice noodles to be so tempting that people did not even spare his Oden a glance. On the other hand, drinks like iced black tea, Sprite, and cola had all sold out.

By the time Lu Qin packed up his food cart, it was already 9:45. The little girl was starting to yawn.

"Let's go home and sleep, Yao Yao."

"Don't come with me tomorrow. Stay home and watch TV, okay? Go to sleep if you get tired."

"No, I'm not tired. Tomorrow, I still want to stay with Papa. I can help Papa too!"

Though she claimed she was not tired, she yawned twice after saying only one sentence.

She usually lay in bed before 9:30. After Lu Qin finished telling her a story, she would fall asleep by 9:40 at the latest.

Today, after they got home and washed up, the earliest she could get into bed would be 10:30.

Lu Qin felt a little heartbroken. His baby was still so young, and running a stall was exhausting.

Still, they had built up some popularity today. Tomorrow, business would definitely start as soon as they arrived, so they would not have to sell until so late.

Lu Qin decided that no matter how much he sold, he would definitely pack up before nine. Protecting the little girl's routine was what mattered most.

Lu Qin carried the sleepy little girl onto the food cart, then rode out of the alley.

There were still three or four customers buying fried rice noodles at Liu's Fried Noodles at the entrance of the alley.

As Master Liu stir-fried noodles, he looked up and saw Lu Qin riding out on his cart.

He gave the other man a meaningful look.

Earlier, his stall had suddenly gone through a stretch with no customers at all.

Everyone who wanted fried noodles had gone deeper into the alley. Master Liu had observed them, and they were going to Lu Qin's newly arrived stall.

He did not know whether people were patronizing Lu Qin because he was handsome.

That seemed highly likely.

Quite a few young women came out smiling brightly after buying fried noodles.

Master Liu felt a little gloomy. Could being handsome fill your stomach?

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Lu Qin returned home with the little girl.

"Papa, are we home?"

"Yeah, we're home. Dad will carry you in to wash up, then you can sleep."

"You still have to tell me a story."

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Lu Xiyao spoke in a soft, childish voice.

"Okay, I'll tell you a story."

In the room.

Lu Qin gently patted Lu Xiyao's back. Just as he was about to begin the story, the little girl tilted her head to one side and had already fallen sound asleep.

Lu Qin shook his head with a gentle smile, kissed the little girl's fair, tender forehead, softly turned off the light, and left the room.

There was an outdoor tap in the courtyard. Lu Qin filled half a bucket with water and wiped down the food cart before going inside to shower and sleep.

Lying on the bed, he rubbed his slightly sore arms, feeling both fulfilled and grounded.

He had sold 215 portions of fried rice noodles today. ZhiFuBao and WeChat had brought in a total of 2,580 yuan.

After deducting the costs of ingredients, meal boxes, tissues, and so on, his profit was around 2,000 yuan.

If he could earn that much every day, it would be far better than working for someone else.

On average, one jin of rice noodles could make four or five portions. All ten jin of eggs and three jin of ham and lean meat had been used up.

In truth, the amount of toppings still had not been enough.

When buying ingredients, Lu Qin had roughly estimated the amounts according to the proportions. The rice noodles and toppings should have been used up at about the same rate, with little left over.

But Lu Qin had overlooked one issue: some customers would ask for a lot of extra toppings.

One customer had even wanted fifteen eggs added to two portions of rice noodles.

Too many eggs would greatly affect the taste of the rice noodles, breaking the balance of the blended flavors among the ingredients. Lu Qin would not make them that way.

After Lu Qin persuaded him, the customer compromised, but still added eight eggs.

That unlucky kid really loved eggs, didn't he?