Divorced with a Child, Running a Street Stall, My CEO Ex-Wife Chased Me Back

Starlight Kindergarten.

The children had already started lining up to collect their trays.

A few children were already seated in the cafeteria, having brought their own lunches from home.

Lu Xiyao sat with her good friend, Zhong Shuyi.

"Yao Yao, you brought lunch from home today too?"

"Yes, I like eating the food my Dad makes."

"What did your Dad make for you?"

"Fried noodles."

"Fried Rice Noodles? When Dad and Mom took me to the mall, I had it once at a snack shop nearby. It wasn't tasty at all, so I never ate it again."

"But my Dad's Fried Rice Noodles are really delicious!"

"Really?"

Zhong Shuyi clearly did not believe her. She opened her exquisite lunchbox. "This was made by my family's chef. It has my favorite shrimp and egg fried rice, sweet-and-sour ribs, bamboo shoots, and broccoli."

"Broccoli? What's that?"

Lu Xiyao leaned over in confusion, took a look, and rolled her eyes. "That's broccoli."

"I don't care what kind of vegetable it is, I don't like it. Yao Yao, can you help me eat it? I'll give you half my egg fried rice too. It's really yummy!"

Lu Xiyao shook her head. "I only eat the fried noodles Dad made for me. I can't eat anything else. You should eat it yourself."

Zhong Shuyi wanted to say more, but at that moment, the other children gradually came over carrying their trays.

"Everyone, hold your trays carefully. Don't spill them."

"Okay, got it, Teacher Li."

The children sat in neat rows. Today's kindergarten lunch consisted of chicken drumsticks, braised eggs, shredded potatoes, tofu, and milk.

A few hungry children had already picked up their spoons and started eating.

"Zhong Shuyi, what delicious food did your chef make today? Can I have a bite?"

"The food Shuyi's chef makes is so good. I'm so jealous!"

"I asked my Dad to hire a chef too, but he told me to be born into a better family in my next life. I don't know what that means."

"It's so nice to be able to bring lunch from home. I'm already sick of kindergarten food."

"Lulu, have your Dad and Mom make lunch for you to bring."

"My Dad is too busy working to have time, and my Mom's cooking is terrible. The steamed buns she made last time were so hard, they could crack walnuts. It was terrifying!"

"Yao Yao, you brought lunch today? Did your Dad make it? What is it?"

Zhong Shuyi said, "Fried noodles."

"Fried noodles? That's not good. I've had it before. It was all greasy."

"My grandpa made it for me for breakfast once. It was super salty, and I never ate it again after that."

Lu Xiyao did not care about the other children's comments. They had never eaten anything Lu Qin made, so they knew nothing.

She opened her insulated lunchbox, and a rich aroma immediately wafted out.

Zhong Shuyi had a mouthful of shrimp fried rice when the scent of the fried noodles completely overwhelmed it. She quickly looked up.

The nearby children also stopped eating when they caught the smell and all turned to look.

Lu Xiyao picked up her chopsticks and happily began eating the fried noodles. As she chewed the rice noodles, a blissful expression immediately appeared on her little face.

"Huh? Lu Xiyao, why do your fried noodles smell so good? Are they tasty?"

"They smell amazing! Did your Dad make them? They look way better than the ones my grandpa made!"

The more the nearby children smelled the aroma, the hungrier they became. They stopped eating their own food, leaning forward and staring eagerly at Lu Xiyao's fried noodles.

Zhong Shuyi quickly swallowed the fried rice in her mouth, then tugged on Lu Xiyao's arm.

"Yao Yao, can—can I have a bite?"

"You said fried noodles weren't tasty, so why do you want to eat them now?" Lu Xiyao's little face held a touch of pride and smugness.

Dad's fried noodles were so delicious that anyone who saw them would want to eat them.

Zhong Shuyi was Lu Xiyao's good friend, and Lu Qin had taught the little girl that good things should be shared with good friends.

"Here, have a bite."

Zhong Shuyi beamed happily. "Thank you, Yao Yao."

After taking a bite of the fried noodles, the wonderful flavor spread through Zhong Shuyi's mouth, and her eyes immediately lit up.

"These fried noodles are so delicious!"

Zhong Shuyi could not help taking another bite.

The other children also wanted to try some, so Lu Xiyao hurriedly pulled the fried noodles back.

"Enough, this is my lunch. You should all eat your own food."

Zhong Shuyi was still craving more and pleaded again, "Yao Yao, can I have one more bite? It's really, really delicious!"

"No, eat your egg fried rice."

"I'll trade you my favorite shrimp and egg fried rice for it, okay? And all the broccoli too!"

The moment she suggested a trade, the other children immediately scrambled to speak as well.

"Lu Xiyao, I'll trade my big chicken drumstick for your fried noodles."

"Yao Yao, I'll trade you my milk for fried noodles, and I'll add some modeling clay."

"I'll trade my toy robot dog for your fried noodles. Is that okay?"

"Lu Xiyao, I'll give you my new coloring pens. Can I have a bite of your fried noodles?"

The table where Lu Xiyao sat immediately descended into chaos. Teacher Li hurried over and guided the children crowding around Lu Xiyao back into their own seats.

"Eat properly. No running around."

Teacher Li glanced at Lu Xiyao, then at her lunchbox.

Fried noodles.

Were they really that good?

These little ones were fighting over them?

Lu Xiyao looked at Teacher Li and raised her head. "Teacher Li, do you want a bite?"

Teacher Li treated Lu Xiyao quite well and often gave her fruit and other snacks in private.

Teacher Li shook her head with a smile. "I won't eat any. Go ahead, Yao Yao, but don't eat too much. Fried noodles like this are very oily."

"They're not oily at all. My Dad made them, and they're super delicious."

How could Teacher Li never have eaten fried noodles before? No matter how tasty they were, how good could they possibly be?

Just as she was about to stand up, she caught the scent.

Lu Xiyao stirred apart the fried noodles, releasing the aroma trapped inside.

"Hm?"

"They really do smell pretty good."

Teacher Li froze for a moment. For some reason, the moment she smelled the fried noodles, she could not help wanting a bite.

Do you know what he does? He runs a street stall!

Teacher Li looked closely at Lu Xiyao's portion of fried noodles.

They were a little different from other fried noodles.

The rice noodles had been stir-fried to a golden color. They looked oily without being greasy, and their aroma was enticing.

"Then Teacher Li will have a bite."

"Okay." Lu Xiyao politely pushed the fried noodles toward her.

Teacher Li went to get a pair of chopsticks, then returned and picked up a mouthful.

The texture was light, soft, and springy, carrying a faint charred fragrance. The savory flavor teased her tongue. It felt wonderful.

How could these fried noodles be so delicious?

"Teacher Li, are the fried noodles good?" Lu Xiyao asked.

Teacher Li nodded. "They really are delicious. Yao Yao, did you bring these from home?"

"Yes, my Dad made them."

Only then did Teacher Li remember that Lu Xiyao's Dad, Lu Qin, rode a food cart to his street stall and dropped his daughter off at school.