Divorced with a Child, Setting Up a Stall, the CEO Ex-Wife Chases Him Back

"Papa, I'm not tired. Look, there are so many customers! Are we going to make lots and lots of money?"

Lu Qin smiled and reached out to pinch the little girl's smooth, tender cheek. "If you're tired, don't pack the orders. Leave it for Dad."

"Okay!" Lu Xiyao nodded.

Lu Qin continued frying noodles.

Most customers got takeout. After scanning the code, they picked up their food and left.

Two young men installing billboards nearby had only just finished overtime work and followed the aroma of Fried Rice Noodles over.

They waited five minutes before it was finally their turn. The moment they received their noodles, they could not even be bothered to sit down. They stood to the side, pulled out their chopsticks, and started eating.

There were still seven or eight customers queued up in front of the stall. They had originally been looking at their phones, but now they all turned to watch the two young men.

The moment the fried noodles entered their mouths, both of them jolted, their eyes immediately lighting up.

One of them wore an incredulous expression and exclaimed in surprise, "Whoa! These fried noodles... taste completely different from any I've had before. They're so good!"

The other wolfed down several mouthfuls in a second without even choking, his mouth glistening with oil as he looked at Lu Qin.

"Damn, Boss, why are your fried noodles so good? Are... are these even fried noodles?!"

Lu Qin smiled as he tossed the wok. "If you like them, come by more often."

"Definitely. Fried noodles this good? I'd eat them every meal if I could."

After saying that, the two young men stopped talking and focused entirely on eating.

It seemed they really were starving.

The customers in line were beginning to wonder whether those two young men had been hired by Lu Qin as plants. Were their reactions not a little too exaggerated?

They were just fried noodles, weren't they?

Could they really be that delicious?

They did not believe it.

Customers who had originally planned to take their food away chose to stand at the side and eat on the spot, wanting to find out whether these fried noodles truly were that good.

The first bite amazed another three or four customers.

"Oh my god, what kind of fried noodles are these? The flavor is absolutely insane!"

"I've never had fried noodles this delicious!"

"These fried noodles are springy, fresh, and fragrant. Paired with egg and ham, they complement each other perfectly. One huge bite, chewing the noodles in your mouth, and you're filled with happiness. Incredible! Five stars!"

"Miss, are you performing stand-up here, or are you preparing for grad school? Young man, my review of your fried noodles is just two words: absolutely fantastic!"

Lu Xiyao tilted her head in confusion. "Uncle, 'absolutely fantastic' is three words."

The surrounding customers all burst out laughing.

The uncle grinned and scratched his head, laughing as well. "Haha, Uncle misspoke, misspoke."

After confirming that Lu Qin's fried noodles were unbelievably delicious, customers who had originally bought only one portion added another.

Some who had originally ordered plain fried noodles immediately paid extra to upgrade to the full set.

In just half an hour, Lu Qin sold nearly forty portions of fried noodles.

He was truly fast, nearly twice as fast as other fried noodle stalls.

This was mainly thanks to Lu Qin's unparalleled Max-Level Fried Noodles Technique and his practiced movements.

When frying rice noodles, he made not a single unnecessary movement. He tossed the wok as though blessed by the gods.

Then there was the ingredient selection.

High-quality rice noodles did not stick together, clump up, or burn.

Making rice noodles like these was inseparable from meticulous craftsmanship.

From choosing the rice, soaking it, grinding it into slurry, pressing it dry, boiling it, kneading it, rolling it, forming the noodles, blanching them, rinsing them, cooling them flat, shaping them, and drying them, every step required a craftsman's patience and care. Only then could each grain of rice be elevated into one-of-a-kind handmade rice noodles.

But even good ingredients needed an excellent chef to create exquisite food.

Ordinary Fried Rice Noodles, found in every street and alley, became an irreplicable delicacy in Lu Qin's hands—something truly different.

"Hey, beautiful, no need to pack mine up. I'll eat right here."

"Handsome, could you move over a bit? I'm eating here too. I can't wait anymore!"

"I'm not taking mine away either. Give me a pair of disposable chopsticks. I can't take it anymore, I'm practically swallowing all my saliva dry!"

Lu Qin handed over the final two portions of fried noodles. When he looked up and saw the scene before him, he could not help laughing.

Seven or eight customers stood around the stall, all shoveling noodles into their mouths in the exact same posture.

Some of them kept making little noises of appreciation as they ate.

However, most of them were men. The women were concerned about their image and mostly took their food away to eat.

These days, having a kid was what really mattered! Could being handsome fill your stomach?

9 p.m.

Jiangcheng was a city that never slept.

Flashing lights illuminated the night market as bustling crowds moved between the stalls.

Nearby universities of technology, finance, media, and more all had curfews. After browsing the night market, hungry male and female college students carried all kinds of snacks through the side gates into campus.

Inside a dorm room in one of the girls' dormitory buildings.

"Oh my god, Dorm Leader, why did it take you so long to bring me grilled cold noodles? Are you trying to starve me to death?"

"You deserve to starve, you lazy slob. It's already nice enough that I brought you anything."

"My dear Dorm Leader, what delicious things did you bring? I just got back from the library and I'm a little hungry!"

"Here, see for yourselves. Stinky tofu, Bobo Chicken, braised meat wraps."

"Wow, my favorite braised meat wraps! Are they from Sister Pang's?"

The girls gathered around the table and started noisily eating their late-night snacks.

The Dorm Leader picked up her own portion, with no intention of sharing it.

"Huh, Dorm Leader, what's that in your hand? Let's eat it together."

"Fried Rice Noodles. You all don't like them."

"Fried Rice Noodles? Then I won't eat them. They're too dry."

"I won't either. I never eat noodles."

"I don't eat staple foods. I only like snacks."

After taking one look, they dispersed.

That suited the Dorm Leader perfectly. She could have this handsome guy's Fried Rice Noodles all to herself.

The reason she got back so late was because she had lined up for twenty minutes just to buy this portion of Fried Rice Noodles.

The moment she opened the takeout container, a rich sauce aroma instantly filled the entire dorm room.

Gulp.

The Dorm Leader could not help swallowing. It smelled so good. She had to try it quickly.

She pulled out her chopsticks and was just about to taste the food when her hand suddenly went empty—her chopsticks had been snatched away.

"Hey, didn't you say you don't eat noodles?"

"Uh... sorry, it smells too good. Let me have a taste."

"..."

After one bite, her soul nearly left her body. It was too delicious!

"I'll have a taste too."

"Didn't you say you didn't eat—"

"Hiss! Phew!..."

"Wow! Dorm Leader, these Fried Rice Noodles are so good! Fresh, fragrant, and silky smooth. They're absolutely amazing!"

"I want a bite too!"

"Don't rush, let me have another bite!"

"Don't fight, don't fight! Eat your grilled cold noodles!"

One box of Fried Rice Noodles was divided up and emptied in mere seconds.

"Dorm Leader, why didn't you bring back a few more portions of Fried Rice Noodles this delicious?"

"Exactly! I only had two bites just now. I haven't had enough at all!"

The Dorm Leader held the empty takeout container, gritted her teeth, and desperately wanted to murder them all.