Divorced, Raising a Child, and Running a Stall—My CEO Ex-Wife Chased Me Back

On the first day, he sold a total of 215 portions of fried rice noodles, earning 215 additional system points.

Every 100 points could be used for one draw.

Lu Qin used the points immediately.

Congratulations! You have obtained max-level Mung Bean Paste skills. You can now make Mung Bean Paste so delicious people will never tire of it.

Congratulations! You have obtained the "Perseverance" Aura. This aura will permanently empower you. When using system skills to prepare food, your fatigue will be greatly reduced.

Lu Qin was lying on the bed, relaxed. Before long, abundant experience and flawless techniques for making Mung Bean Paste flooded into his mind, and he mastered them completely.

Lu Qin's heart stirred. He could now make the best Mung Bean Paste, and having acquired a new skill made his hands itch to try it. But it was too late tonight. He would buy mung beans tomorrow, make it, and sell it directly from his stall.

As for the fatigue-relieving aura, Lu Qin did not feel anything unusual in his body yet.

Before long, Lu Qin drifted off to sleep.

Early the next morning.

Half past.

Lu Qin got up, washed up, and rode his Three-Wheeler food cart out.

It had to be said that there was a reason Three-Wheelers had become popular abroad.

They were not only convenient for getting around, but could also carry goods and passengers without needing fuel. They were an incredibly versatile mode of transportation.

The elderly residents in the nearby neighborhood got up around this time too. Some exercised, while others went out to buy groceries.

Uncle Ge from next door was surprised when he saw Lu Qin passing by on his food cart. He smiled and greeted him.

"Little Lu, you're up so early. Young people like you who get up this early are really rare. That little brat of mine loves sleeping in. He's nearly thirty, yet he's always late for work. I really want to whip him with my Septwolves!"

Lu Qin smiled and shook his head. "If I could sleep more, I definitely would too. But I need to get up early to buy groceries and set up a breakfast stall."

"Hey, I saw your Three-Wheeler food cart yesterday and wondered whether you were running a stall. Looks like I was right. What are you selling?"

"Fried Rice Noodles. I'm also planning to sell some Mung Bean Paste today."

"Not bad. Where are you setting up? I'll come support you when I have time."

"My breakfast stall is at the entrance of Sunshine Elementary School on the next street. At night, I set up in University Town."

After chatting with Uncle Ge for a bit, Lu Qin headed toward the market.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Uncle Ge watched Lu Qin's retreating figure and kept nodding. "Good, good. Such a hardworking and dependable young man. Very good!"

Two elderly men who had been exercising nearby came over.

"Old Ge, was that young man the one who moved in yesterday? Is he running a stall?"

"It's not easy. He gets up early just like us old men. We get up because we can't sleep and have nothing to do. He gets up to provide for his family. Raising a child alone isn't easy."

"Yeah. Where does he set up his stall? We'll go support him later. What does he sell?"

Uncle Ge said, "Fried Rice Noodles."

"Fried Rice Noodles? That's a little greasy for breakfast, but my daughter-in-law likes it. I'll bring her a portion later."

"I'll buy one too. We're neighbors, after all. It's not easy to run a stall these days, and the competition is fierce."

The market.

Lu Qin headed straight for the small rice noodle shop.

"Auntie, I'm here to buy your rice noodles again."

"Huh? Didn't you just buy fifty jin yesterday? You finished all that already?"

Most people bought five or ten jin at a time, enough to last them a month.

"Auntie, I run a fried rice noodle stall, so I buy in large quantities."

"A stall? No wonder. You sold it all in a day? Business must be great. Then come to Auntie for your rice noodles from now on, and I'll give you a discount! Young man, you can rest assured about our handmade rice noodles. They're authentic Anyang Rice Noodles, with no adulteration whatsoever."

Lu Qin nodded. That was exactly what he wanted. For long-term development, he needed a stable supplier.

After adding each other on WeChat, Lu Qin bought 120 jin of rice noodles this time. The auntie specifically called her husband over to help. Twenty jin went into each box, making six huge boxes in total, and together they loaded them onto the food cart.

It was a big order, and the auntie was delighted. On top of yesterday's four-yuan discount, she gave Lu Qin another twenty cents off.

Lu Qin scanned the code to pay. The total came to 456 yuan.

The auntie's husband specifically shook Lu Qin's hand and said with a smile, "Young man, you won't need to come in person to buy rice noodles from now on. Just send my wife a WeChat message, and I'll deliver them right to your door."

Lu Qin nodded. "Then thank you. I'll be back next time. Happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation. Take care."

Home delivery was ideal. Lu Qin could contact them by phone and place his orders in advance.

Besides rice noodles, all the other ingredients could be bought at this market too. They were fresh and cheap.

Lu Qin spent twenty minutes making a round of the market. He bought thirty jin of free-range eggs, half a jin of scallions, two jin of onions, six jin of pork loin, six jin of ham, fifty jin of mung beans, and some other seasonings, spending 397.8 yuan in total.

At Boss Zhao's tableware shop at the entrance of the market, he bought two boxes of food containers—480 for 150 yuan—and received twenty more for free.

He bought a box of soy milk cups, each with a 330ml capacity. A thousand cups cost 65 yuan, and Boss Zhao knocked another five yuan off.

Lu Qin also bought a sixty-liter stainless-steel soup pot for 450 yuan.

The stainless-steel pot was for cooking Mung Bean Paste. It was made of food-grade 304 stainless steel.

A ceramic clay pot was actually best for making Mung Bean Paste, but the efficiency would be too low. He could only use a stainless-steel pot and sacrifice a little of the texture.

"Boss Zhao, do you have a sealing machine?"

"Of course, brother. It's in the warehouse. I'll go get it for you."

Before long, Boss Zhao returned to the shop carrying a brand-new sealing machine.

The sealing machine was only a little bigger than a household soy milk maker, but it was rather heavy, weighing over twenty jin.

"Brother, this is the only kind I carry, but you can rest assured about the quality. If it breaks within a year, I'll replace it with a new one for free."

"I sell it for 1,200 yuan to everyone else, but we get along well. I'll give it to you for 950. I'm only making a slim profit of fifty yuan."

"Alright, Boss Zhao. I'll take it."

Lu Qin readily scanned the code and paid. He had checked the price before buying it, and the average online price was around 1,000 yuan.

"Let me explain how to use it. This machine can seal both hot and cold drinks, and it's fully automatic and foolproof..."

After buying everything, Lu Qin returned home. It was 5:47.

He sorted everything out, then went into the kitchen to soak the rice noodles, wash the vegetables, and cut the ham and lean pork...

"Son, don't be in such a hurry. Let Papa take a couple bites first, then I'll give you some!"

While preparing the ingredients for the fried rice noodles, Lu Qin had already soaked ten jin of mung beans in clean water.

Mung beans were best soaked for twenty-five to thirty minutes.

Lu Qin rinsed and sifted them twice, then scooped out the floating skins.

He put the mung beans into a pot of cold water and added some Dried Tangerine Peel.

Dried Tangerine Peel not only enhanced the Mung Bean Paste's sweet, refreshing aftertaste and added flavor, but also balanced the cooling nature of the mung beans, strengthening the spleen and stimulating the appetite.

He brought it to a boil over high heat, constantly stirring with a long ladle to ensure the entire pot heated evenly and prevent the mung beans from sticking to the bottom.

Once the flesh separated from the skins, he strained the whole pot and pressed the bean pulp to extract the liquid.

He poured the strained liquid back into the pot, added brown sugar and two and a half slices of lemon in water. Once the brown sugar dissolved, it was finished.

Lu Qin poured himself a small bowl, blew on it until it cooled, and took a taste. He was instantly amazed.

It was smooth, soft, sweet, and fragrant—far better than any Mung Bean Paste he had ever drunk before.

Technology was advanced now, and high-speed blenders had become very popular. Many households owned one.

Mung Bean Paste could also be made with a high-speed blender, but that would severely affect both its texture and the nutritional value of the mung beans.

It was simply incomparable to the Mung Bean Paste Lu Qin had made by hand.

Lu Qin ladled the Mung Bean Paste into cups, packed and sealed them, making 120 cups in total.

At o'clock, Lu Qin woke the little one.

The little one seemed to still be dreaming. Her eyes were bleary with sleep, and her little mouth smacked away as though she were eating something.

"Yao Yao, time to get up. The sun is going to kick your butt."

"Papa, if you want to kick my butt, just say so. Don't make excuses."

Lu Qin helped the little one squeeze toothpaste onto her brush. "Brush carefully. I'll go make you breakfast."

"Okay, Papa. For breakfast, I want a custard bun shaped like a little piggy. Can I?"

"Sure."

The little piggy custard buns were the frozen kind from the supermarket. They were not actually that tasty; the little one simply liked the cute little pig.

Once Lu Xiyao had washed up, breakfast was already laid out on the dining table.