Chapter 22 — Forty Billion And People Only Ask For A Kitchen

Mrs. Huong moved to live with us after the old house fell into disrepair.

I bought an apartment with a private room for her, but did not put her name on any accounts. I want her to be taken care of without turning it into control of assets.

She gradually got used to Moc Bep. Every morning, she picks vegetables, checks for dead leaves and reminds employees to drink water. No one calls her the director's family anymore; She is just Miss Huong in the kitchen.

One day, she asked me:

“Are you still mad at me?”

“There are things I remember, but I don't want to live by them.”

“I used to think your money was the whole family's money.”

“I know.”

“Mom is wrong.”

I put down the vegetable basket.

“Mom can say that and that's enough.”

Minh Khang opened another Nha Khang Kitchen counter in the food court. You give up the profits of the first shop yourself, don't take any more money from me. I only support you when you need contract advice.

“I want to open it myself with my own money,” he said.

“I know.”

The second counter was successful. He began hiring people, training chefs and writing recipe manuals. Nha Khang Kitchen is no longer a dream bought with money, but a brand that he built by waking up early every morning.

Ngoc Han paid half of Duc Tai's debt. She no longer buys branded goods, but buys Mrs. Huong new slippers when the old ones are torn. Mrs. Huong wore those sandals all summer.

I don't give money directly to anyone in my family. But I set up a fund to support Moc Bep's employees in need, in which Ngoc Han has the right to propose documents. You must learn to help people with criteria, not with emotions.

Thao asked why I didn't buy Minh Khang a new car.

“He doesn't want it yet.”

“You have 38 billion.”

“He has dignity.”

Thao laughed.

"You two are really strange. The rich don't spend, the rich don't receive."

I looked at Minh Khang in the kitchen, tasting the pot of broth.

“That's why we can live together.”