Chapter 11 — Help You Earn 7,300,000 Yuan, You Only Give Me 70,000 Yuan?

Chu Ngan angrily scolded:

"Tham Ngoc Dung kept that thing in his hand and still dared to say the food was all his."

The phone vibrated again. Is an address. Old warehouse south of the city. Accompanied by a sentence:

"At exactly 12 o'clock tonight, come by yourself."

"If you dare to bring someone else..."

"I'll burn it."

Tieu Man immediately stood up.

“Don't go!”

“She is definitely setting a trap.”

Chu Ngan said immediately:

“I'll come with you.”

I shook my head.

“She said she was the only one who came.”

“Do you listen to everything she says?”

Chu Ngan yanked down the apron.

“Are you stupid?”

Old lady Hua looked at me.

“Do you really want that notebook back?”

“Then don't go alone.”

I tightened my grip on the phone.

“If she really burned it…”

“I don't dare bet.”

Old lady Hua sighed softly. The old hand stroked the worn marks on the stick.

“My mother was also stubborn like that.”

I looked at her.

“What exactly is in that book 'Thu Vi'?”

She looked at the night outside the door. A long time later, he spoke up:

“There is an entire winter party menu created by my mother and a few experienced chefs.”

“There is one last sauteed dish that has never been made public.”

“That item was stolen by someone once in the past.”

“Almost caused my mother to leave the culinary world.”

Listen here. I suddenly understood. What Tham Ngoc Dung wants to use to threaten me... It's not just a notebook. It's the last legacy my mother left behind.

“The person who stole that year... was the Tham family?”

Mrs. Hua did not avoid my eyes.

“I was still young back then.”

“There are things no one dares to tell you.”

“Before my parents had an accident, my mother used to come find me.”

“She said the Thu Vi book was missing a page.”

“Which page?”

“Chicken brewed with snow cinnamon flowers.”

Chu Ngan was stunned.

“Isn't Tham Gia restaurant heavily promoting that dish recently?”

Tieu Man pounded the table.

“They used Ms. Tham's mother's dish as a sign.”

“And then you come back and accuse her of stealing?”

Mrs. Hua put down the tea cup.

“Tham Ngoc Dung is not the first person to steal.”

“It just repeated the same trick that year.”

I picked up the phone. Tham Ngoc Dung just sent another message.

"It won't wait after hours."

Chu Ngan immediately held my wrist tightly.

“Are you really going to leave?”

“I don't agree.”

“It's useless if you don't agree.”

He was so angry that he walked around the shop twice. Finally grabbed the car keys.

“I went into the warehouse alone.”

“I'll wait outside.”

“If he dares to touch you, I will immediately call the police.”

Mrs. Hua spoke up:

“It's okay to report it to the police.”

“But don't let it find out.”

“There is a small road behind the old warehouse.”

"I know."

Tieu Man quickly said:

“I'll go too!”

"Impossible."

I looked at the girl.

“The shop cannot be without people.”

“Tham Ngoc Dung will not use just one move.”

Tieu Man bit his lip. Then nodded vigorously.

“Then I'll stay and keep the shop.”

"Whoever dares to come and destroy it, I'll hit that person with a pot lid."

Mrs. Hua stood up with her cane.

“I went with Chu Ngan to the back door.”

“Before you go in, bring this with you.”

She pulled out a long silver needle from the hand holding the stick. At the end of the needle tie a small red thread. I take it.

“What is this?”

“In the past, my mother used it to test dishes.”

“Fire cannot destroy.”

“It's also very easy to hide.”

Chu Ngan doesn't understand.

“What's the point of bringing a needle?”

Old lady Hua looked at me.

“In the book Thu Vi has a few pages that are not written in normal ink."

“Only when there is heat do words appear.”

“If Tham Ngoc Dung really wants to burn it.”

“Just let it burn a corner.”

“But don't let the whole book be destroyed.”

I put the silver needle in my sleeve.

“Did you know about this before?”

“Know half.”

She sighed softly.

“The other half…”

“We have to see if what my mother left behind still recognizes its owner.”

Old warehouse south of the city. The iron gate was slightly open. The wind blew causing the corrugated iron panels on the door to rattle against each other. I walked in. In the warehouse, there is only one yellow light bulb on. Tham Ngoc Dung sat on an old wooden crate. In his hand he holds the book Thu Vi. Co Thua Trach stood next to him. His face was even more unsightly than the light. I stopped three steps away from them.

“Give me back the notebook.”

Tham Ngoc Dung smiled faintly.

“You really dare to come alone.”

“Didn't you want to see me?”

“I thought you would bring Chu Ngan along.”

Her eyes glanced toward the door.

“He likes to stand up and protect you the most.”

I calmly asked:

“Are you afraid of him?”

“I'm afraid of him?”

Tham Ngoc Dung held up the book Thu Vi.

“Tham Thanh Hoa.”

“Now what qualifications do you have to make me afraid?”

Co Thua Trach spoke up:

“Thanh Hoa.”

“Close the shop.”

“This story stops here.”

I looked at him.

“You also know that the notebook is in her hand?”

He avoided my eyes. Tham Ngoc Dung answered for him.

“Not just knowing.”

“He even helped me get it out of the old house.”

“Why do you think your parents' relics are in the Tham family's warehouse?”

Co Thua Trach lowered his voice:

“Ngoc Dung.”

“What is there to fear?”

Tham Ngoc Dung slapped the notebook down on the wooden box.

“It's already here.”

“You should just let it die.”

“What did you call me here for?”

Tham Ngoc Dung took out a stack of papers from his pocket.

“Sign here.”

“I admit that all of the dishes of Nam Hang Small Kitchen are stolen from Tham Gia restaurant.”

“Publicly apologize.”

“Close the shop.”

“And from now on, you will never be able to cook with a knife again.”