Divorced with a Child and a Street Stall, the CEO's Ex-Wife Chases Him

"Boss, you're not playing fair! If the fried rice noodles are that good, you should have said so earlier. I'm too full from the mung bean paste!"

"Mmm… it's alright, buddy. If you can't finish it, I'll help you. One portion isn't enough for me."

"You must be dreaming. I'll stuff every last noodle in, even if my stomach bursts!"

"My mouth wants the fried rice noodles, so my stomach has to suffer. If it bursts, it bursts. I shouldn't have eaten those skewers earlier!"

"This is the first time I've ever eaten fried rice noodles this delicious. A bite of noodles, a sip of mung bean paste… can I live in your food truck, boss?"

"Boss, two more portions of fried rice noodles! I've already paid. I'm going to buy some indigestion tablets!"

Most customers had already eaten and drunk their fill in the bustling main area of the pedestrian street before wandering over here.

Who would have thought there was such a treasure stall in this little corner.

It was a miscalculation.

The customers in line had squeezed their way to a fruit stall thirty meters away.

The fruit stall uncle wasn't annoyed at all; in fact, he was quite happy.

While waiting, the customers in line bought pineapples or watermelons to munch on.

"Hey, you should eat less fruit, or you won't be able to eat the fried rice noodles later!"

The fruit stall uncle was very surprised. "Good heavens, where did this fried rice noodle stall come from? It's doing such great business?!"

"Uncle, you don't know?"

"I don't know. Uncle has been selling fruit here for three years, and this is the first time I've seen such a popular stall. This kind of situation only happens in the main bustling areas, right?"

A young man with glasses joined the back of the line, still chewing on some rice noodles, his lips smeared with oil.

The people chatting nearby all looked at him.

The fruit stall uncle asked doubtfully, "You've already eaten, why are you queuing again?"

"It's the first time I've eaten such delicious fried rice noodles. One portion just isn't enough!"

"Are they really that good?"

"Uncle, let me put it this way: they're so good you won't even recognize your wife!"

"Don't talk nonsense. My wife is a tigress. Whether she's delicious or not, I still want to recognize her."

"Hahaha…"

In front of the stall.

Lu Qin continuously scooped the fried rice noodles into boxes as they came out of the wok. He glanced up and saw a long line of customers with anxious expressions, constantly swallowing.

He took a sip of water and continued stir-frying.

Customers who had been waiting for a long time, seeing others holding boxes of fried rice noodles and devouring them nearby, were practically drooling.

Seeing Lu Qin take a drink, some couldn't help but shout: "Boss, stir-fry faster! Even the donkeys in the production team don't rest like this!"

"What the heck! You guys really don't treat the boss like a person. Can't you see the wok is about to spark?"

"Boss, does your hand hurt? Do you need a break?"

"You can stir-fry slower, but don't mess with the taste!"

"Everyone's adding the same extras, so one wok can fry five portions!"

"The guy who wants five eggs added, are you crazy? Haven't you ever seen an egg before?!"

"Brother, are you sure you want twenty portions of fried rice noodles? I advise you to be reasonable, or the customers behind you might beat you up!"

Because Lu Qin's heavenly fried rice noodles were too delicious, he was now solely focused on stir-frying. Packing and payment were all handled by the customers themselves.

In just one hour, Lu Qin's fried rice noodle stall had sold over 100 portions of noodles and over 200 cups of iced mung bean paste.

Customers continued to arrive and queue up.

The two aunties next door were stunned.

They really hadn't noticed before.

This handsome young man was amazing. They never expected the fried rice noodles and mung bean paste to taste so incredibly good.

"Wow, they've only been set up for a short while, and they've already sold so many portions of noodles and mung bean paste. They must be making a fortune!"

"I'm so envious! These fried rice noodles must have some secret recipe to be so delicious!"

3:30 PM.

At the fork in the road south of the food street, a corner that no one had paid attention to before was now lined with a massive queue.

The line stretched for a full fifty meters.

Half of the customers were enduring the sun just to wait.

Even the famous internet-famous braised meat roll shop wasn't as popular as the fried rice noodle stall.

"Er Gouzi, stop eating stinky tofu! There's a fried rice noodle place over there, they say it's super good and the line is huge!"

"No, I love stinky tofu... Ugh... Don't pull me..."

"Tie Dan, where are you going? Aren't you eating these insanely spicy grilled wings? We're almost at the front!"

"Eating fried rice noodles? Are you kidding me? I came all the way to Jiang City to eat fried rice noodles? Don't you know Chang City is famous for its noodles? I'm sick of them..."

Fried rice noodles don't appeal to most foodies; five out of ten people are unwilling to eat them.

Once the springy and delicious fried rice noodles hit their mouths, they couldn't escape the "true fragrance" law.

"Holy crap! These fried rice noodles are so good I could cry!"

"Reminds me of mom's cooking!"

"This trip to Jiang City wasn't wasted, these fried rice noodles are amazing!"

"The fried rice noodles in Chang City are nothing compared to this place!"

Near Lu Qin's stall, a large crowd stood slurping down noodles, unable to stop.

The trash cans nearby were all filled with fried rice noodle boxes, the insides cleaner than a dog's lick.

Lu Qin looked up and said apologetically, "To the last eight customers in line, the fried rice noodles are sold out. Please come again next time."

"What? They're gone already?"

"Boss, how can this small amount of noodles be enough for anyone!"

"This is terrible! I should have come earlier, I shouldn't have been greedy for that beef pancake, it was pretty mediocre!"

"Bro, sell me your fried rice noodles, I'll pay double!"

"What are you thinking! I wouldn't sell even for triple!"

"How about five times?"

"Five times... Fine, I'll only sell it to you because you look like Wu Yan Zu..."

A fatty left, carrying six boxes of packed fried rice noodles, whistling.

The customers who didn't get any fried rice noodles looked furious, as if they had met an enemy.

"This guy, buying so many servings by himself, has he never eaten fried rice noodles before?!"

"Hope he chokes!"

"Boss, you need to limit the servings next time. Some people buy so many, and we can't get any!"

The customer is king, and Lu Qin nodded, "I'll consider your suggestion."

Lu Qin soaked a rag in water, wrung it out, and wiped the oily stains off the table.

It was 4:25, and he had to pick up the little one from school.

Lu Qin began to pack up his stall.

Seeing Lu Qin pack up, the few customers who hadn't gotten fried rice noodles finally left with disappointed expressions.

At 4:35, Lu Qin arrived at Starlight Kindergarten, five minutes late.

The little one should still be in the classroom, otherwise Lu Qin would have found her quickly.

Parents picking up and dropping off their children at the school gate were in an endless stream.

Lu Qin's three-wheeled vehicle food cart was quite eye-catching, and some parents who knew Lu Qin smiled and greeted him.

"Yao Yao's dad, why did you start a street stall? It must be hard work?"

"Are you selling fried rice noodles? It seems Yao Yao's dad's cooking is excellent!"

"You must come and patronize your stall sometime!"

Lu Qin's sunny, clean, and handsome image seemed out of place with the street stall.

In this day and age, street vending doesn't necessarily mean earning less, and working in an office in a suit doesn't necessarily mean earning more.