Divorcing and Setting Up a Stall with a Child, the CEO's Ex-Wife Chases Him

"Yao Yao, sweetie, are you hungry? Grandpa will take you to eat something delicious."

The Mercedes-Benz sedan drove into a suburban estate, which housed a hidden private chef restaurant.

The dishes were served.

Shen Hongda and Jiang Qin both ate two bowls of rice.

The food from abroad couldn't compare to the food back home; the couple couldn't get used to it.

Lu Xiyao only tasted a few dishes and didn't eat much.

"What's wrong, Yao Yao, sweetie? There are so many delicious dishes, why aren't you eating?" Shen Hongda asked, puzzled.

"Grandpa, I'm not really hungry," the little one replied. She wasn't hungry; she had eaten Ice Crystal Cake earlier, and at the amusement park, she'd also had ice cream and french fries.

Besides, although the dishes at this private chef restaurant looked exquisite and delicious, and the ingredients were top-notch, after tasting a few bites, the little one found them not as tasty as the home-style dishes Lu Qin cooked.

"That's fine. When Yao Yao is hungry, Grandpa will take you to eat something else."

Back at the villa, it was already 6:30 PM.

Lu Xiyao video called Lu Qin.

Lu Qin had already finished dinner and was preparing ingredients to go to University Town to set up his late-night snack stall.

Shen Hongda and Jiang Qin were not visible in the video, only sitting outside the camera's view, observing Lu Qin.

He was seen organizing the ingredients on his food cart, looking a bit busy and tired.

Shen Hongda and Jiang Qin exchanged glances. The two elders felt a pang in their hearts.

After the divorce, Lu Qin not only had to earn money to support the family but also take care of the little one. It was too difficult.

He even had to set up a stall at night. It was really tough for a man to raise a child alone.

Jiang Qin's nose stung, and her eyes welled up. She quickly stood up and went to the restroom.

Shen Hongda also stood up, walked to a corner, took out his phone, and called his old friend.

In the evening.

Jiang Qin was playing games with Lu Xiyao in the upstairs room.

In the living room, an elder with half-white hair sat beside Shen Hongda, and the two were sipping tea together.

"Oh, I think I understand what's going on."

"Your son-in-law, oh no, your ex-son-in-law can't find a job right now, and it's inconvenient for you to step in, so you've come to me to find a way to help him get a better job."

"That's easy, a small matter."

Shen Hongda said, "Old Chen, it has to be subtle. He can't realize someone is helping him."

Chen Dahai replied, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"I say, Old Shen, why did your daughter get divorced out of the blue?"

"Sigh, we old folks don't interfere with young people's relationships."

"It's a real shame. Young Lu is such a good kid; I've always treated him like my own son."

"Old Shen, since I'm helping you, how will you thank me?"

"Hey! I say, Chen Dahai, didn't you just say it was a small matter?"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch."

Shen Hongda rolled his eyes at Chen Dahai impatiently. He noticed two simply packaged boxes of pastries on the coffee table and said, "Here! Take these two boxes of white... oh, Rice Cakes. I brought them specifically for you from abroad."

"Rice Cakes? Brought from abroad?" Chen Dahai picked them up and looked at them with a look of disdain. "I don't want the Moutai anymore, just the Ice Crystal Cake!"

Shen Hongda and Chen Dahai were old friends. The two never stood on ceremony with each other. When Chen Dahai asked for a reward, Shen Hongda tossed the unknown pastries on the coffee table to him, casually dismissing him.

These two boxes of pastries seemed to have been brought down from the car by the driver.

Brought by the little one.

Judging by the packaging, they looked like they were bought from a street vendor. Kids probably like this kind of thing.

Chen Dahai disdainfully picked up a box of Ice Crystal Cake, glanced at it, and glared at Shen Hongda.

"Well, Shen, you're trying to fob me off with just these two boxes of broken pastries?"

"And you said they were from abroad? You're fooling a child!"

"This is damn well bought from a street vendor."

"Stop with the nonsense. Hurry up and get out a bottle of that Moutai you've been hoarding for years, and I'll take it."

As soon as Shen Hongda heard about his treasured Moutai, he immediately retorted:

"Nonsense, what street vendor? These are exquisite pastries made by a very famous Western pastry chef from abroad."

"That pastry chef has been on foreign TV and in magazines. I wouldn't give them to just anyone. Try it if you don't believe me!"

Chen Dahai was taken aback and looked at Shen Hongda suspiciously.

"Really? Then I'll try it."

Shen Hongda felt a little guilty and said with a smile, "Uh... let's try it when we get home. It's so late, you should head back. I'll treat you to a meal another day."

Seeing Shen Hongda's expression, Chen Dahai knew he was being fooled.

He sneered and said, "No, I'll try it right now."

"I want to see how delicious these pastries are, made by your so-called famous foreign pastry chef."

"Then... if you must try it."

Shen Hongda's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little uneasy inside.

Chen Dahai opened the plastic box, revealing five crystal-clear Ice Crystal Cakes.

"Hmm... they do look quite exquisite."

"But... these pastries and desserts often look pretty, but they taste just so-so, overly sweet."

Chen Dahai glanced at Shen Hongda and asked, "Shen, are you sure these are Western pastries?"

"Why do they look like Chinese pastries to me? They resemble Osmanthus Cakes a bit."

Shen Hongda looked at the Ice Crystal Cakes in the box and said impatiently:

"What does it matter if they're Western or Chinese? As long as they taste good."

"Fine, then I'll try them. If they don't taste good, I'm definitely taking a bottle of your Moutai."

After speaking, Chen Dahai picked up a piece of Ice Crystal Cake and took a bite.

Shen Hongda really didn't want to give up his treasured Moutai.

If Chen Dahai said they weren't good, he'd just say that taste is subjective and Old Chen's palate is too picky.

Those people abroad really love them.

Yes, that's what he'd say.

Chen Dahai chewed and swallowed.

Immediately, surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Mmm, they are indeed delicious!"

Chen Dahai praised sincerely.

"Shen, you old fellow has good taste. These pastries are truly a rare delicacy."

"I've never eaten such delicious pastries in my life!"

"Shen, what are these pastries called?"