Divorced with Child, Selling at a Stall, The CEO's Ex-Wife Chases Him

To store the chilled mung bean paste, an insulated box is needed. You don't need to buy one; a large foam box lined with two layers of tin foil inside will achieve the insulation effect.

Lu Qin packed the mung bean paste into the foam box and loaded it onto the three-wheeled food cart.

Next, he soaked 60 jin of rice noodles, cut some additional ingredients, and organized the takeout boxes and other items, loading everything onto the cart before setting off.

Lu Qin opened his phone and found information on the street vending map app.

[People's Square Pedestrian Street, 4.1km away, foot traffic 1800, stall fee 20 yuan]

No navigation was needed for this place; everyone in Jiang City knew it.

Lu Qin rode his vehicle and set off.

People's Square Pedestrian Street is a prosperous commercial section of Jiang City's old district, about 800 meters long, and it's a food street.

On this food street, out of over 120 shops, more than 80 are restaurants, and countless other various food and snack stalls are scattered throughout.

Lu Qin's temporary stall definitely couldn't enter the prime vending area in the center of the pedestrian street. That area was for fixed stalls, where the stall fees were not only expensive but also paid annually.

Lu Qin paid the 20 yuan stall fee and set up his stall in a secluded spot at a fork in the road south of the pedestrian street.

There were two stalls next to him. The stall owners were two middle-aged women; one sold starch sausages, and the other sold fried potatoes.

Business wasn't great here. It took half a day to get two or three customers. The two aunts, bored, turned off their stoves and chatted idly.

Lu Qin's arrival drew their attention.

"Young man, are you selling fried rice noodles? You came at the wrong time. Maybe there's some business at noon, but at this hour, people don't usually come this way."

"In this heat, fried rice noodles don't sell well. Why don't you sell cold noodles?"

Perhaps it was Lu Qin's outstanding appearance that prompted the two middle-aged women to start chatting. Since there wasn't much business, they decided to chat with the handsome young man to pass the time.

"I'm only selling fried rice noodles for now. Have you two sisters been vending here all along?"

Lu Qin arranged his bottles and jars of seasonings and chatted with them with a smile.

The vending spot was out of the way, so starting business was always difficult.

Lu Qin wasn't in a hurry and waited patiently.

The two middle-aged women next to him, believing they had ample vending experience, started giving Lu Qin advice.

"Young man, there are many stalls selling grilled squid, fried skewers, and barbecue in that busy area. You could learn to make any of them; it's better than selling fried rice noodles."

"Selling fried rice noodles doesn't earn much money. I know an old guy who sells fried rice noodles; at most, he sells fifty-something portions a day. He only makes enough for hard work, and it's exhausting."

"Yeah, and there are so many stalls selling fried rice noodles..."

More than twenty minutes after setting up, some tourists, tired from walking, started looking for a place to rest in the corners.

A couple, holding a sun umbrella, walked over with two cups of milk tea.

The man threw his empty milk tea cup into the trash can and then surveyed the three stalls, including Lu Qin's.

The two middle-aged women quickly and smilingly tried to attract business: "Handsome man, beautiful lady, would you like some starch sausages?"

"My fried potatoes are very fragrant, want a portion?"

The couple glanced over, showing no interest. There were at least eight or nine stalls selling these two snacks on this food street.

There were also five or six stalls selling fried rice noodles.

"Do you have any drinks for sale?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The starch sausage aunt had a case of Wahaha bottled water.

"Don't you have anything cold?" the man frowned. He and his girlfriend were tired and thirsty and only wanted to drink cold water; drinking room-temperature water made him cough.

"Honey, you go buy some from the small shop up ahead. I can't walk anymore."

"I don't want to walk either. We've been shopping for two hours."

At this moment, Lu Qin smiled and said, "You two, I have chilled mung bean paste here. Do you need any?"

"Chilled mung bean paste? That's great, it's thirst-quenching and cooling!"

The couple immediately walked over to Lu Qin's stall.

Lu Qin opened the foam box and handed them two cups of mung bean paste.

"This is really good. I didn't expect a fried rice noodle stall to sell mung bean paste. Boss, you really know how to do business."

The man took the mung bean paste somewhat eagerly. "I'll scan the code in a moment; I need to quench my thirst first."

"Sure, the straws are up front; help yourselves."

The woman, seeing how handsome Lu Qin was, couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

After the cold, sweet mung bean paste reached their mouths, the young couple couldn't help but exclaim:

"Wow! This mung bean paste is delicious!"

The man drank it quickly, finishing it in two gulps.

"Boss, what kind of mung bean paste is this? The taste and texture are really good! Give me another cup!"

"Mmm... After I finish this one, I want another. This mung bean paste is such a surprise, much better than milk tea!"

Lu Qin got two more cups of mung bean paste for them.

The aunts selling starch sausage and fried potatoes next door were very confused. One of them had even sold iced mung bean paste before, but business hadn't been good, so she switched to selling starch sausage.

Aren't these young people's reactions a bit over the top?

"Boss, did you make this mung bean paste yourself? I feel so refreshed after drinking it!" The young woman's eyes were shining.

The man nodded frantically too: "Wow! I've never had such delicious mung bean paste! Boss, another cup!"

This was already his third cup. The man had a great capacity and could still show off.

The excited reactions of this young couple attracted the attention of other tourists.

"Is this mung bean paste really that good?"

"It's incredibly good!"

"Boss, give me a cup too!"

"Is it iced? That's great, I want two cups!"

Four more customers came to drink Lu Qin's mung bean paste.

Without a doubt.

It was so good it was flying, and they all bought a second cup.

"This mung bean paste is amazing, how is it so delicious?!"

"I knew I shouldn't have drunk milk tea, I should have saved my stomach for this mung bean paste!"

Several customers showed no signs of leaving, standing in front of Lu Qin's stall, drinking the mung bean paste and singing its praises.

Seeing that the fried rice noodle stall was quite crowded, other passing tourists also gathered around.

"What's good here?"

"Iced mung bean paste!"

"Is it good?"

"They're on their third cup, what do you think?"

"Boss, give me a cup!"

In just over ten minutes, Lu Qin's stall became incredibly popular.

"Young man, I want a cup too!" The two aunts next door temporarily abandoned their own stalls and bought a cup of mung bean paste to try.

"Boss, you're amazing, this mung bean paste could melt my stomach!"

"Boss, give me an order of fried rice noodles to try."

If the mung bean paste was this delicious, the fried rice noodles probably wouldn't be bad either.

This boss seems to have something special.

Some customers thought this.

When Lu Qin started stir-frying the rice noodles, the aroma wafted out, and customers couldn't help but swallow.

"These fried rice noodles smell so good, they look delicious!"

"Then I'll have an order too, with two eggs, ham, and meat."

"Handsome guy, I want one order, how much is it?"

"Give me two orders, I haven't had lunch yet."

"Boss, you're not playing by the rules, why didn't you say the fried rice noodles were so delicious earlier!"