The ex-wife of a former CEO regrets resigning to raise her child and retire from public life.

Chapter 63 Exception

After Lao Wang and his group of "survivors" finished their meal and left, the shop finally returned to its quiet state.

Chen Feng placed the iron spoon on the stainless steel frame, making a crisp sound.

He stood behind the stove, feeling a great sense of relief.

It wasn't because my physical strength had reached its limit, but because the mental tension had finally been released.

From morning till now, he has been facing seemingly endless, unstoppable labor.

He strives to maintain the highest quality for every plate of shredded pork with garlic sauce.

This was a very mentally taxing thing for him.

"call--"

Chen Feng let out a long breath, and his flushed face slowly returned to calm.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked into the shop.

"Fengzi! One hundred portions! We really finished one hundred portions!"

Zhang Qiang suddenly jumped up on the other end of the line, his voice so loud it almost shook the ceiling off.

He was drenched in sweat, and his oversized vest was so soaked it could practically be wrung out.

But at this moment, he seemed to have inexhaustible energy.

"Yay! Dad's amazing! We're number one!"

Mengmeng screamed too, and the little one jumped down from behind the cashier, her pink bunny costume swaying with her movements.

She rushed over and grabbed Zhang Qiang's rough, large hand.

"Godfather! Let's spin around!"

"Alright! Our adorable little housekeeper has worked hard, time to spin around!"

Zhang Qiang laughed heartily, and the two of them, one big and one small, held hands and started spinning around like crazy.

Compared to their disheveled state on the first day after surviving the ordeal, they were clearly in much better shape today.

Xingruo stood in the corner of the kitchen, watching the lively scene, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

However, her gaze would still occasionally drift towards the sink.

In Xingruo's eyes, the mountain of plates piled up in that pool represented her unfinished mission.

"Xingruo, stop looking and sit down to rest for a while."

Chen Feng naturally noticed Xing Ruo's "restless" look and walked over with a helpless smile.

"Master... but the bowl..." Xingruo pursed her lips hesitantly and protested softly.

"The bowl won't get away." Chen Feng reached out and pressed her shoulder, pushing her to sit down on the long bench next to him.

"This is an order."

Let's take a 20-minute break before we talk about washing the dishes.

Now, we need to rest well first.

Xingruo sat there somewhat unwillingly, her hands twisted together, her eyes darting back and forth between the pile of bowls and Chen Feng, silently muttering to herself:

"My bowl...my plate...wait for me!"

Chen Feng was amused by her "bowl obsession" and shook his head before turning and walking out the door.

Chen Feng stepped out of the store, carrying a wooden sign that read "Sold Out Today".

The old street in front of the gate has returned to its usual tranquility.

Chen Feng walked to the intersection, preparing to hang the sign in the most conspicuous spot.

He thought he had to hang it up quickly, lest diners who had come from afar wait here in vain.

Just as he bent down to pull the rope, a voice full of excitement and anticipation rang out behind him without warning:

"Boss! Boss! You're still open, right? Fish-flavored shredded pork... do you have any left?"

Chen Feng paused, but he didn't turn around immediately. He smiled bitterly, thinking to himself: In the end, someone still came knocking on my door.

"Excuse me, friend." Chen Feng, wearing the sign, didn't turn around; his tone was gentle but weary.

"All 100 servings for today have been sold out, and I'm about to put up the 'sold out' sign."

Please come early tomorrow.

"Huh? Is it really gone?"

The voice behind him suddenly plummeted to the bottom, carrying an overwhelming sense of loss.

Chen Feng then dusted off his hands and slowly turned around.

Standing in front of him was a young man in his early twenties, with a friend of similar age following behind him.

The young man was panting heavily, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, showing that he had rushed over in a hurry.

The instant he saw Chen Feng's face, Chen Feng also saw his face clearly.

"Lin Muyuan?"

Chen Feng's mind flashed quickly to Lin Muyuan's face in his tweet.

Lin Muyuan had already lowered his head and was about to leave with his friends when he heard the boss call out his name, and he was stunned.

"Boss...you know me?" Lin Muyuan's eyes widened, and the disappointment in his eyes was instantly brightened by surprise.

"Lin is a master manipulator, isn't he?" Chen Feng smiled as he put down the "Sold Out" sign, his tone becoming lighter.

"This morning, your readers almost broke the threshold of my shop."

I was just thinking that if I ever see you again, I should thank you in person.

Lin Muyuan scratched his hair and laughed:

"It's not that exaggerated... The main thing is that the things you make really stand up to scrutiny, boss."

After I got home yesterday, all I could think about was the taste of those bunny-shaped steamed buns.

I saw you made shredded pork with garlic sauce today, but I was held up by something and only got here now, and now…”

He glanced at the sign in Chen Feng's hand, and his eyes dimmed again.

"In the end, we were still a step too late." Lin Muyuan shook his head with a self-deprecating smile and said to his friends behind him.

"Let's go, let's find another one. It's my fault, I was too slow."

Chen Feng looked at Lin Muyuan's back as he turned around, then glanced at his friend behind him.

As a chef, adhering to the rules is my duty;

But as a human being, it is a matter of gratitude to repay kindness.

Chen Feng glanced around the shop.

The original 100 portions of ingredients had indeed been used up, but because his grandfather had taught him that "it's better to be prepared than not," he had actually reserved a few portions of ingredients in the refrigerator compartment.

"Wait a moment."

Chen Feng suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it made Lin Muyuan and his friend freeze in place.

Lin Muyuan turned around and looked at Chen Feng with some confusion.

Chen Feng looked around and saw that there were no other passersby on the old street besides the three of them.

He tucked the "Closed" sign into his pocket, waved to the two of them, and his gesture carried a hint of slyness.

"You are Lin Muyuan, therefore you are an exception."

Chen Feng lowered his voice and pointed to the half-open shop door.

I still have some stock.

If you don't mind, we can make two more servings.

After all, you helped me so much.

"Really?!"

Lin Muyuan almost jumped up in that instant.

If no one were around, Chen Feng felt that this young man might actually burst into tears of joy at this moment.

"Really, come in first, but we need to explain beforehand."

As Chen Feng led the two into the shop, he solemnly gave them instructions.

"You can eat it, but you must not tell anyone else."

Otherwise, I estimate there will be thousands of people blocking my door tomorrow asking me for an "exception," and I'll be exhausted.

"Understood! Understood!" Lin Muyuan nodded vigorously, even making a zipper gesture over his mouth.

And so, the two of them followed Chen Feng inside.