Divorced and Determined: The CEO's Ex-Wife Fights for Love-Chapter 116

But would a master chef be running a stall?

Was it a traditional craft passed down by an old artisan?

And where did this person sell their goods?

Sun Zhi and Fan Qingfang couldn’t help but get excited. Both of them were in the hotel and catering business. If they could hire the person who made these ice crystal cakes, wouldn’t they strike gold?

They could promote the ice crystal cake as their signature dish, selling it for 588 or even 888 yuan per portion. A money-making machine!

Shen Muyan gave them a group chat ID and told them to apply themselves.

“Don’t you have a phone number?” Sun Zhi asked.

As a prominent CEO, he had no patience for waiting to join a group chat.

“No,” Shen Muyan replied coolly. The meeting was about to resume, so the three of them headed to the conference hall.

During the meeting, Sun Zhi and Fan Qingfang repeatedly inquired about Lu Qin.

At the same time, they had their doubts. Shen Muyan was in the same industry as them, so why didn’t she bring the ice crystal cake maker into her Ourei Hotel? Was she giving up a fortune?

Elsewhere.

After lunch, Lu Xiyao took a nap in her room. Acting as a little boss all morning had been tiring yet thrilling. At just six years old, she was already handling business involving hundreds of boxes.

This little boss was the cutest in the business world and the most business-savvy in the world of cuteness—a true powerhouse. Since it was the weekend, Lu Qin had prepared more ingredients, selling over 500 portions of fried noodles alone.

Breakfast service lasted until just past 10:20, earning him 18,000 yuan. Sitting in the dining area, Lu Qin drank a glass of water and replied to Shen Muyan’s earlier message.

[One ice crystal cake sold for 200,000?].

Though he didn’t know the details, he figured it must have involved a lot of wealthy people at that meeting—likely just them showing off.

At noon, Zhao, the disposable tableware store owner, stopped by to make a delivery and brought along a large batch of pre-ordered ingredients for Lu Qin.

The two of them moved the items to the yard together. Zhao was in a rush to his next stop and didn’t stay long. Before leaving, Zhao gave Lu Qin five kilos of boneless plums, saying they had just come into the market and were incredibly crisp and sweet. They were so popular the market was packed with people buying them.

Lu Qin tried to decline, but Zhao insisted, saying it was for the kid and didn’t cost much. Lu Qin had no choice but to accept. Next time he visited Zhao’s shop, he planned to bring some food in return.

After washing a few plums and trying one, Lu Qin found them refreshingly sweet with a hint of tartness. He finished his water and started prepping ingredients for the afternoon, which included three new dishes—twice-cooked pork, chicken tofu, and imperial chicken wings. These required extra time to prepare.

At 3:00 PM, the weather turned pleasant. The sun hid behind the clouds, and a gentle breeze provided cool comfort to those outside.

“Reporting for duty, Daddy! Little boss is ready to head out and start earning money anytime!”

The little one, refreshed from her nap, was full of energy. She stood obediently in the yard with her cartoon water bottle slung over her shoulder. Five plums were in her left pocket, three White Rabbit candies and a chocolate bar in her right—fully stocked and ready for action.

Lu Qin opened a street vending map app and searched for the best spot.

[Current best vending location: Victory Road Commercial Street, 2.8 km, foot traffic 1,800. Would you like navigation?].

Lu Qin memorized the route, closed the app, and pocketed his phone. Then he hopped on his tricycle food cart and set off with his little boss in tow.

Meanwhile, on Douyin’s live-streaming platform, the hottest hourly broadcast was titled ‘Globe-Trotting Food Journey of a Wealthy South Korean Heir’ with 3 million views. The broadcast’s current location was Jiangcheng. This wealthy heir had previously been in Sweden, where he praised the local beef balls and Valenborg game dishes endlessly.

In his stream, he declared that his palate would suffer in China, as the country had no noteworthy food and couldn’t compare to South Korea. South Korean viewers flooded the chat in agreement, mocking that China couldn’t handle spice and even imported kimchi from Korea.

Chinese viewers were furious and flooded the live stream. The viewership soared to 5 million.

Comments poured in.

[China is a food desert? What a joke!].[Kimchi is a free condiment here. You really think it’s special?].[Come to Sichuan. We invented spice!].

[Right, right, you invented Hangul, and the universe is yours too!].

At Jiangcheng, Victory River Commercial Street, a young man strolled down the street with a swagger, wearing oversized sunglasses and flashy clothes. He was followed by an assistant, a cameraman, and four bodyguards in suits, gloves, and sunglasses.

Whether this ‘top South Korean heir’ persona or the bodyguards were real didn’t matter—the live stream’s theatrics were spot on. He approached a stall selling beef-stuffed scallion pancakes.

“Annyeonghaseyo! How much is this pancake?”

Through the assistant’s translation, he bought one for 15 yuan and took two bites.

“This pancake is too greasy, and the beef isn’t tender. Not very good,” he said, tossing the remainder to his bodyguards, who devoured it eagerly.

The live chat erupted in laughter.

[You say it’s bad, but why take another bite?].[Have the bodyguards never eaten pancakes before?].

Soon, he came across a stall selling grilled pig trotters with a long queue.

“People are lining up—this must be good,” he remarked.

The stall owner asked if he could handle spicy food.

“Make it as spicy as possible!” The heir boasted.

“I’m a spice champion in Korea. Chinese spice is no match for me!”

The stall owner silently grabbed two large handfuls of chili powder, coating the pig trotter inside and out. The heir’s eyelid twitched visibly.