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Chapter 122 Daddy is even more powerful than the CEO

As night deepens, the neon signs on Yintai Plaza shimmer with a dazzling light.

As time went by, the rush hour finally passed.

The long queues in front of the stalls gradually decreased.

Clang.

Lin Chen scraped the bottom of the pan with an iron spoon and put the last portion of fried rice into a takeout box.

"Alright! Here you go, take care!"

Wang Hai tied up the takeout bag and handed it to the diner standing at the front.

Then, Wang Hai turned around, cupped his hands in a gesture of apology to the few remaining people in line behind him, and greeted them with a face full of regret: "Dear loyal customers, I am truly sorry!"

We finished all the rice today, and the soup was almost gone too.

You've all gone to so much trouble, please hurry up early tomorrow!

"Oh dear, why am I the only one missing?"

The young man at the front of the line sighed, rubbed his hands together, and said, "Alright, I'll leave work early tomorrow and come to line up."

"Really gone? I saw there was still a little bit left in that soup pot?"

"That's all. The remaining portion is just mung bean skins and scallions, so I can't serve it to you."

"Come again tomorrow, and I'll give you an extra spoonful!"

Wang Hai smiled and apologized.

The few customers who didn't get any food were a little disappointed, but they knew the stall's rules: once they sold out, they would pack up and leave.

After seeing off the last group of customers, the area in front of the stall finally quieted down.

"call"

Wang Hai stretched lazily.

He picked up a bottle of mineral water next to him, unscrewed the cap, and poured half of it down before his parched throat felt a little better.

"Brother Chen, tonight's work is more tiring than three days of work normally."

Wang Hai wiped the water from his mouth and began tidying up the folding tables and chairs placed outside.

Lin Chen did not speak.

He tightened the valve on the gas cylinder, took a bucket of water, and poured it into the hot pot.

With a "sizzle," white steam rose up.

Lin Chen took a brush and cleaned the grease off the stove and the iron pot.

Wang Hai stacked several folding chairs together and moved them into the back of the tricycle.

After setting up the chair, he turned to look at Lin Chen, who was washing the pot, and finally blurted out what he had been holding back all night.

"Brother Chen, my heart is still pounding like it's on a roller coaster because of what happened this evening."

Wang Hai walked back to his stall, picked up a rag, and wiped the table. He exclaimed in surprise, "I really didn't expect that Ms. Su, who often comes here to buy food, is actually the female CEO of the huge conglomerate behind Yintai Plaza!"

Lin Chen paused slightly with the brush in his hand, scooped the dirty water from the pot into the discarded bucket next to him, replaced it with clean water, and continued scrubbing.

"Um."

Lin Chen responded, without much emotional fluctuation.

"No, Brother Chen, aren't you surprised at all?"

Wang Hai stopped what he was doing when he saw Lin Chen's expression. "He's the boss of a big company, managing so many shops."

As a result, they come to queue up here every day, and today, in order to save our stall, they directly stopped the urban management officers and sent them back.

Wang Hai pointed to the small stool that had already been put away next to him, "Just now she actually sat on the small stool and ate fried rice without any disgust."

Tangtang, who was squatting next to the tricycle, was carefully counting the disposable spoons that were left over from today's distribution and putting them back into the small plastic basket.

Upon hearing Wang Hai's words, the little girl raised her head, her big eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Uncle Fatty, what's a CEO?"

Holding her little basket, Tangtang asked in her childish voice, "Is the pretty auntie a CEO?"

Wang Hai was amused by the little girl.

He put down the rag, walked over to Tangtang, squatted down, and explained with a smile, "Tangtang, the president is a super powerful boss."

Your pretty auntie is the big boss who manages this building behind us and the plaza outside.

Upon hearing this explanation, Tangtang's mouth opened into a small "O" shape.

"Wow... this pretty auntie is so amazing!"

Tangtang's little face was full of admiration, then she tilted her head and asked, "Does that pretty auntie have lots and lots of delicious food every day?"

"Of course, they can have whatever they want to eat."

Wang Hai teased her with a smile.

"But……"

Tangtang wrinkled her little nose and retorted seriously, "But the pretty auntie just said that Daddy's fried rice is the best!"

That was the best thing she had ever eaten!

The little girl raised her face and glanced at Lin Chen standing in front of the stove: "Even such a powerful boss like that pretty auntie likes to eat Daddy's cooking, so is Daddy even more powerful than the CEO?"

Hearing these childish words, Wang Hai burst into laughter.

"Yes! Tangtang is absolutely right!"

Wang Hai gave a thumbs up: "Your dad's skills are one of a kind!"

"Don't even mention the CEO, even the King of Heaven himself would have to give it a thumbs up!"

"hey-hey!"

When Tangtang heard others praising her father, she hugged her little basket and grinned, revealing two little tiger teeth.

"Alright, stop arguing with the child."

Lin Chen placed the gleaming iron pot upside down on the stove, took a dry towel to wipe his hands, and interrupted Wang Hai.

He turned around, looked at Wang Hai, and said in a calm tone, "No matter what her status as a big boss is, once she comes to the stall, she's a customer."

Lin Chen walked to the tricycle, picked up the plastic bucket full of wastewater, and placed it in the corner of the tricycle.

"We will remember this favor we received today."

From now on, when people come over, there's no need to try to get on their good side; just focus on cooking a good meal.

Lin Chen looked at the pile of packed things and said, "Hurry up and pack, let's go home."

Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, Wang Hai's playful expression vanished.

He looked at Lin Chen in front of him and secretly admired him.

If it were someone else, and a female CEO of a multi-billion dollar corporation was a regular customer at their stall, they would probably be thinking about how to curry favor with her.

But Lin Chen still only had that iron pot in his eyes and his duty to do business.

"Brother Chen, you're right."

Wang Hai nodded. "We make a living with our skills, we don't do anything fancy."

As long as the taste remains good, we'll be invincible!

"Um."

Lin Chen responded with a faint "yes".

"Uncle Fatty is just as tough as Daddy!"

Tangtang waved her little fist and shouted from the side.

"Haha, you're so good with words!"

Wang Hai chuckled and ruffled Tangtang's hair. "Let's go home!"

A few minutes later, the two of them loaded the remaining empty soup buckets and spare ingredients into the bread truck.

The ground around the stall was also cleaned up, with not a single piece of trash left behind.

Everything is in order.

Lin Chen walked to the side of the tricycle, bent down, put his hands under Tangtang's armpits, and picked her up.

"You must be tired after handing out spoons today, right?"

Lin Chen looked at his daughter, a smile appearing on his face.

"Not tired at all! Tangtang even chatted with the pretty auntie today!"

Tangtang hugged Lin Chen's neck and rubbed her little face against his side.

"it is good."

Lin Chen carried Tangtang to the passenger side door of the van, opened the door, and carried the little girl inside.

"Uncle Fatty's car is stuffy, you can sit here."

As Lin Chen spoke, he helped Tangtang fasten her seatbelt.

The evening air was cool, so he naturally wouldn't let his daughter ride with him in the tricycle and get chilled.

"Okay! Tangtang, hold on tight!"

The little girl nodded obediently.

Wang Hai opened the driver's side door, got in, rolled down the window, and shouted to Lin Chen, "Brother Chen, I'll drive ahead with Tangtang, and you follow slowly behind on your tricycle."

"I know, drive carefully on the road."

Lin Chen closed the passenger door and gave a word of advice.

Ahead, Wang Hai's bread truck turned on its taillights and drove away from the square.

Lin Chen followed behind on his tricycle at a leisurely pace.

Two cars, one large and one small, drove home, facing the cool night breeze.