Divorced and Raising a Child While Running a Stall, the CEO Ex-Wife Chases Him Back

Fried eggs, custard buns, and mung bean paste.

"Yao Yao, breakfast."

"Okay, Papa! The fried egg smells so good~! What's this?" Lu Xiyao pointed at the mung bean paste.

"Mung bean paste. Try it, it's sweet."

"Okay~!"

The little girl's eyes lit up as she cradled the cup of mung bean paste and took a sip.

"Wow~! Papa, this mung bean paste is so delicious~!"

"Finish the fried egg and custard bun first, then drink the mung bean paste."

"Papa, I had a dream last night. I dreamed about a huge, huge bun, as big as a table. I kept eating and eating until my tummy was about to burst, but I still couldn't reach the filling. It made me so mad~!"

As she ate, the little girl exaggeratedly described the bun's shape to Lu Qin.

Lu Qin found it amusing. What a little foodie.

"Then keep dreaming tonight and keep eating. Try to reach the meat filling."

"Of course! I'll definitely eat the meat filling tonight." Lu Xiyao spoke with absolute conviction.

After breakfast, Lu Xiyao held Lu Qin's large hand and swayed it from side to side as she said in a soft, sweet voice:

"Papa, I don't want to eat kindergarten food at noon today. I want to eat the Fried Rice Noodles you make, and that really yummy mung bean paste too. Okay?"

Lu Qin paused, then asked, "What, is the kindergarten food not good?"

"It's okay, but Papa's Fried Rice Noodles are even better. And this mung bean paste is sweet and super yummy~!"

Lu Qin thought for a moment, then nodded. "Sure."

"Yay, thanks for working hard, Papa~!" The little girl happily bounced up and down and kissed Lu Qin on the cheek.

When the little girl had first started kindergarten, Lu Qin had worried she might not get used to the school meals, so he had packed food for her for a while.

Later, he felt he shouldn't spoil her palate. Besides, his little foodie wasn't picky, so he stopped bringing meals for her.

Lu Qin stir-fried the noodles, took out the lunchbox he had once used to pack food for the little girl, washed it clean, and filled it to the brim with Fried Rice Noodles.

He also scooped out a bowl of mung bean soup, packed everything up, and placed it in a cloth tote bag.

After taking the little girl to the entrance of Starlight Kindergarten and waving goodbye to each other, Lu Qin rode his food cart toward Sunshine Elementary School.

He reached his destination in seven or eight minutes.

There really were only two breakfast shops across from Sunshine Elementary School: one steamed bun shop and one bakery. The rest were all food cart stalls.

At the moment, the crowd was packed tight.

Residents from several nearby housing complexes, parents taking their children to school, and students were all converging at this hour, making for an especially heavy flow of people.

It was 7:18 now. Lu Qin had arrived late, and the other stalls had already made several sales.

He could only find a spot along the edge and set up his stall.

Classes at Sunshine Elementary School started at 8:30, and most students were still buying and eating breakfast outside the school gates.

Even though Lu Qin's location was poor, people still noticed his stall.

But elementary school students liked stuffed flatbreads, purple sweet potato glutinous rice, steamed buns, and the like. They had little interest in Fried Rice Noodles.

A father stopped by with his child when he saw that there were hardly any customers in front of Lu Qin's stall.

"Boss, one serving of Fried Rice Noodles, with an egg."

The moment he heard it was Fried Rice Noodles, the child became unhappy and started crying and fussing.

"Dad, I don't want Fried Rice Noodles! I want a stuffed flatbread!"

"No. You eat stuffed flatbreads every day, and they're bad for you. Today, you can only have Fried Rice Noodles."

Children were generally picky eaters, and how could this father not know his own child? Whenever he bought stuffed flatbreads, the child only ate the sausage and chicken strips inside, taking two bites of the flatbread before leaving the rest.

The reason children loved sausages, hot dogs, chicken strips, skewers, and similar foods from street stalls was often because they contained a lot of chemical additives.

No matter what, he couldn't indulge the child today. Whatever he bought was what the child would eat. He couldn't let him keep being picky.

"No! I won't eat Fried Rice Noodles! I want stuffed flatbread!"

The child became even more unreasonable, making an even bigger scene.

The man's face darkened, and his hand slowly moved toward his waist.

A wolf pattern gleamed brightly on his belt buckle.

The brat's voice gradually weakened until he fell silent.

This little incident did not affect Lu Qin. The rice noodles in the large wok were already being stir-fried.

Before long, a rich fragrance drifted out.

The father's nose twitched a few times, and he could not help saying, "Boss, your Fried Rice Noodles smell amazing!"

The child beside him started swallowing too.

When Lu Qin plated the Fried Rice Noodles, their glossy golden color looked utterly appetizing.

"Would you like it packed up?" Lu Qin asked.

"No need. We'll eat it here."

The man paid nine yuan by scanning the code. The child beside him could not resist reaching for the box of Fried Rice Noodles, but his arms were too short to reach it.

The man shoved his phone into his pocket, picked up the Fried Rice Noodles, and began eating.

He had long forgotten that this serving was supposed to be the child's breakfast.

The child immediately panicked. "Dad, let me eat! Those are my Fried Rice Noodles!"

The child stared at the fragrant Fried Rice Noodles but could not get a bite, so he anxiously grabbed his father's pant leg.

"Son, don't rush. Let Dad have a couple bites first, then I'll give it to you. There's plenty, and you're just a kid—you can't finish it all."

As he spoke, the father kept shoveling Fried Rice Noodles into his mouth.

Good lord, why were these Fried Rice Noodles so delicious?!

In just a few bites, he had polished off half the box.

When the little boy saw that only half was left, he was nearly in tears.

"Dad, hurry up and let me eat! I want some too!"

How had he learned to make Fried Rice Noodles like this? His technique was like kung fu!

Burp~!

Before the man realized it, he had eaten the entire box of Fried Rice Noodles clean.

The little boy beside him was about to cry.

"Dad, those were my Fried Rice Noodles! You ate them all! Boohoohoo, you said you'd only take one bite!"

The man looked embarrassed. He coughed and said, "Dad didn't eat breakfast either. I just had a bite to fill my stomach. Why are you crying? We'll just buy more."

"Boss, your Fried Rice Noodles are incredible. They're ridiculously good! Give me two more servings, with eggs, ham, and lean pork!"

Lu Qin nodded. "Sure. Would you like mung bean paste too? It's lightly sweet and thirst-quenching."

Lu Qin opened the foam cooler, revealing neatly arranged cups of packaged mung bean paste.

"Sure, then give us two cups. How much?"

"You already paid for the first serving. The next two servings of Fried Rice Noodles are twenty-six yuan, and two cups of mung bean paste are seven yuan, so thirty-three yuan total."

The man scanned the code. "Boss, make the noodles first. We'll take the mung bean paste ourselves."

Father and son each took a cup of mung bean paste, inserted straws, and started loudly slurping.

"Dad, this mung bean paste is so smooth and delicious!"

"Mm, it really is. Boss, your mung bean paste tastes totally different. My Wife made some with a blender a couple days ago, and it can't compare to yours. The texture alone is miles apart."

Father and son finished their mung bean paste right there, feeling refreshed beyond words.

By then, the noodles were ready, and father and son began devouring them on the spot.

Passersby saw them wolfing down the food with obvious delight and stopped walking.

Was this Fried Rice Noodles stall really that good?

"Boss, one serving of Fried Rice Noodles. It looks really delicious!"

"Grandma, I want Fried Rice Noodles too."

"Mm, Boss, your stall looks very clean and hygienic. I want two servings of Fried Rice Noodles to go, with eggs, ham, and lean pork."

"Chen Xinyu's mom, the new Fried Rice Noodles stall over here is really good! Come buy some!"

"Really? Then I'll take two servings. You have mung bean paste too? Give me two cups of that as well."