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

Chapter 121 I...I'm so sorry to you all.

He was too lazy to investigate what secrets lay behind those flickering eyes.

But for those running a restaurant, ingredients are the most important thing. Since we've decided to help Liu Cheng keep the noodle shop afloat, we can't afford to delay the preparation of the braised pork noodles for even a moment.

"Let's go, let's go get the dried shiitake mushrooms and wood ear mushrooms we'll be using for steaming the chicken today."

Chen Feng patted Su Chen on the shoulder, strode over, and headed straight for a familiar dry goods stall next door.

The stall was neatly stacked with several large baskets of freshly arrived high-quality dried winter bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms, a dark and inviting sight.

The stall owner was an old man in his fifties, who was usually very hospitable. When he saw Chen Feng coming over, his hand, which was holding a plastic bag to pack the wood ear mushrooms, suddenly trembled. He acted as if he had been scalded by boiling water and instinctively tried to shrink under the counter.

"Old Li, give me five catties of dried shiitake mushrooms, the kind that are about the size of a fingernail and quite thick. Also, get three catties of black fungus."

Chen Feng stood in front of the platform, his hands resting on the wooden edge, his voice flat and monotone, just like when he came to buy goods on ordinary days.

Old Li's wrinkled face instantly contorted into a smile that looked more like a grimace.

He gripped his apron tightly with both hands, his eyes darting around, not daring to look Chen Feng in the eye, and he stammered as he spoke:

"Oh dear... Mr. Chen, what a coincidence, what a coincidence!"

"These shiitake mushrooms and wood ear mushrooms... just half a minute before you arrived, someone... someone pre-ordered them all."

Su Chen listened from the side, his eyes widening in disbelief as he pointed at the several large baskets full of goods.

"No, Uncle Li, you're blatantly lying."

These three large baskets of shiitake mushrooms must weigh at least several dozen kilograms. Who would buy so many at once for everyday living?

Besides, we came very early today, and we haven't even seen the account book yet. Who placed the order for you?

"Young Master Su, is it really true that someone wants it? I, Old Li, value integrity the most in business. They've already paid the deposit, so I can't just break the contract, can I?"

You...you should go and look around elsewhere, go and look around elsewhere.

As Old Li spoke, he hurriedly covered the baskets of dried goods tightly with a tattered plastic sheet, as if afraid that Chen Fengqiang would buy them.

Chen Feng didn't say anything, glanced at Lao Li, pulled the somewhat unconvinced Su Chen, turned around and walked towards the vegetable stall next door.

But in the next ten minutes or so, the entire vegetable street seemed to have staged a grand performance.

Chen Feng walked up to the scallion stall, where the stall owner, head down, insisted that all the scallions for the day had been bought up by the restaurant in front. When he walked up to the ginger stall, the plump auntie who usually gave Mengmeng a big sweet potato was somewhat embarrassed as she hid the freshly dug ginger under the counter, making up a story with her eyes closed, saying that the ginger was all worm-infested and couldn't be sold.

What was most infuriating was that Su Chen watched helplessly as a tricycle driver in a small truck carried away a whole box of fresh winter bamboo shoots from the stall next door. But as soon as Su Chen approached, the stall owner slapped his thigh and shouted, "That's all! The last one is sold out! The rest are already taken, don't touch them!!"

"Holy crap! Have these guys lost their minds today?! Everyone else can buy things, but when we buy them, everyone gets pre-ordered?! Aren't they just deliberately trying to cause trouble?!"

Su Chen was completely enraged at this point.

He slammed the woven bag in his arms to the ground, rolled up his sleeves, his young face flushed red, and strode towards the vegetable vendor's counter, looking like he was going to have a good discussion with them.

"stop."

Chen Feng reached out and grabbed Su Chen's shoulder, forcefully pulling the enraged Su Chen back to his senses.

"Brother Chen! Why are you pulling me?! These people are clearly ganging up on us!"

This is a wide road, everyone goes their own way. Even if a deal falls through, we can still be on good terms. Why should they refuse to sell us their goods?!

"I'm going to have to ask the market management office how they're doing their job today!" Su Chen shouted, somewhat exasperated.

"Let's not get into a conflict, let's go."

Chen Feng's voice was calm.

He bent down, picked up the two empty woven bags from the ground, and casually stuffed them into Su Chen's arms.

His chiseled face showed no sign of anger, but his dark eyes were icy cold.

There are no coincidences without a reason in this world.

If it's just one or two families who have something going on, that's called a coincidence;

But now, most of the vendors in the market would rather lie through their teeth and ignore lucrative offers than sell their goods...

There's more to this than meets the eye.

"Xingruo and Mengmeng, you two go sit in the car and lock the doors." Chen Feng turned to the side, glanced at Mengmeng who was tugging at Xingruo's skirt in fear, and whispered the instructions.

"Master... be careful." Xingruo bit her lower lip, her eyes full of worry.

Although she didn't know what had happened, she could tell that a storm that had started from nowhere had surrounded them.

A little scared, Mengmeng buried her head in Xingruo's arms and whispered, "Daddy, let's not buy any more meat. Let's go home and have some porridge. Mengmeng isn't hungry..."

Chen Feng rubbed his daughter's head without saying anything. Only after watching Xingruo carry the child into the bread cart did he slowly exhale and turn to look at Su Chen, whose face was ashen.

"Brother Chen, what should we do now?"

It's one thing if we can't buy this vegetable, but we can't afford to delay getting half a piece of pork belly from Uncle Liu's place.

Yesterday, Young Master Lin posted online that if any customers came in this afternoon and found no meat, Uncle Liu's shop would be drowned in spit today.

Su Chen plopped down on a stone bench, clutching his hair, looking anxious and a little agitated.

"Let's go to Boss Wang's butcher stall. I know him pretty well. Let's see if we can get some meat from Old Liu first."

Chen Feng left those words behind and strode towards the most familiar meat wholesale stall ahead.

At this moment, the usually generous Boss Wang was standing somewhat uneasily behind the huge chopping board.

He held a boning knife in his hand, sharpening it on the whetstone with a "swish, swish, swish" sound, but the force was weak, and his eyes kept glancing at the aisle next to him.

Upon seeing Chen Feng and Su Chen approaching, Boss Wang's boning knife veered off course, nearly slicing his own finger.

"Boss Wang, did you take off that half of the pork belly that we agreed on yesterday?" Chen Feng stood in front of the counter, his hands on the cutting board, getting straight to the point.

Upon hearing this, Boss Wang shuddered violently.

He hurriedly threw the knife in his hand onto the cutting board, leaned forward, and his fleshy face was covered with a thick layer of sweat, which he kept wiping with a towel.

"Boss Chen... Young Master Su... Oh dear, I... I'm so sorry!!"