Chapter 12 — Help You Earn 7,300,000 Yuan, You Only Give Me 70,000 Yuan?

From outside the warehouse. Chu Ngan's voice echoed. Blown by the wind intermittently. I don't turn around.

“What if I don't sign?”

Tham Ngoc Dung turned on the lighter.

“So tonight…”

“What my mother left behind will turn to ashes.”

Co Thua Trach frowned.

“Don't burn.”

Tham Ngoc Dung turned to look at him.

“You miss his mother's notebook?”

“Or regret it?”

Co Thua Trach's face immediately darkened.

“I just don't think it's necessary.”

I laughed.

“A thief.”

“One person advises.”

“It's true that they work together like good people.”

Tham Ngoc Dung lit the fire. The flames licked a corner of the cloth cover. The black color quickly spread. I took a step forward.

“If you want me to sign, that's fine.”

“Let me look at the notebook once.”

Tham Ngoc Dung immediately withdrew his hand.

“Do you think I'm stupid?”

“Or are you afraid that I'll just take one look and steal it back?”

She stared at me. A few seconds later, I opened the notebook. Keep an arm's length away from me.

“After looking, sign.”

I saw my mother's familiar handwriting on the first page. Right below the words Thu Vi. There is an extremely small pinhole. I kept the silver needle in my sleeve. Pretend to reach out and touch the page. Tham Ngoc Dung immediately put the notebook back.

“Don't touch it.”

The tip of the needle gently glides over the edge of the paper. The cover was just scorched by fire. Each faint line of letters slowly appeared. Tham Ngoc Dung did not see it. But Co Thua Trach saw it. He suddenly stepped forward.

“What is it?”

Tham Ngoc Dung lowered his head and looked down. His face immediately changed. I see every word clearly. Presented to Thanh Hoa. Whoever steals this notebook cannot attend the Autumn party. Tham Ngoc Dung quickly closed the notebook. The voice suddenly became harsh. I looked at her.

“The relic my mother left me.”

“Are you saying it's fake?”

Co Thua Trach reached out to take it. But Tham Ngoc Dung immediately hugged Thu Vi tightly in her arms like crazy.

“Thua Trach.”

“Don't forget whose side you're on.”

Tham Ngoc Dung hugged the book Thu Vi tightly in her arms. Co Thua Trach looked at me.

“Thanh Hoa, you sign first.”

“I will return the notebook to you.”

I looked at him.

“What qualifications do you have to pay?”

Tham Ngoc Dung picked up the paper and threw it hard at my feet. Right at that moment. Outside the warehouse door, there was the sound of iron chains falling to the ground. Chu Ngan rushed in. Behind there is also Mrs. Hua and Mrs. Hua. Tham Ngoc Dung immediately shouted:

“I told you not to bring anyone along!”

Lady Hua raised her phone. The screen is still on.

“You didn't say you shouldn't call the police.”

Tham Ngoc Dung's face changed. She hugged the book Thu Vi then turned and rushed towards the back door. Right then. There was a heavy thud outside the door. Water splashed all over the ground. La Tay stood at the back door. In hand carry a bucket of water. Tham Ngoc Dung slipped and fell hard on the cement floor. Thu Vi book flew aside. La Tay gasped.

“General Manager Tham.”

“You said today was my personal action.”

“Then now…”

“I personally want to stop you.”

Tham Ngoc Dung raised her head.

“Are you crazy?”

La Tay threw the bucket on the ground.

“I followed you for three years.”

“I shoulder so many responsibilities for you.”

“Today…”

“I don't carry it anymore.”

I stepped forward. Pick up the book Thu Vi. Co Thua Trach stood in front of me.

“Thanh Hoa.”

“Don't make it any bigger.”

I raised my head to look at him.

“You stopped me again…”

“I will sue you too.”

His hand stopped in mid-air. Don't dare touch me anymore. The sound of police sirens is getting closer and closer. Tham Ngoc Dung sat on the wet ground. The dress was covered in dirt. But his eyes were still staring at me.

“Tham Thanh Hoa.”

“What if I get a notebook back?”

“Tomorrow is the winter party.”

“The jury is the one I invited.”

“I set the location.”

“The chefs are all my people.”

“I can't get in.”

I held Thu Vi in my arms.

“Then see you tomorrow.”

Tham Ngoc Dung burst out laughing.

“I don't even have an invitation yet.”

Lady Hua walked over and stood next to me.

“She does.”

“The Hua family's tickets…”

“I give it to her.”

The smile on Tham Ngoc Dung's face immediately disappeared. Lady Hua looked straight at her.

“Tham Ngoc Dung.”

“Before tonight, I just hated you.”

“And now…”

“I really want to see how you lose.”

Nam Hang Small Kitchen's lights stay on until midnight. The book Thu Vi was opened on the table. The corner of the cover has a small scorched area. Luckily the pages inside were still intact. Mrs. Hua wears glasses. Turn the pages one by one. Stop when you reach a page.

“This page is missing.”

I followed.

“Chicken brewed with snow cinnamon flowers?”

Mrs. Hua's finger stopped on the blank piece of paper.

“It wasn't torn away.”

“Which is hidden.”

Chu Ngan frowned.

“The paper is gone.”

“How can you hide it?”

Old lady Hua picked up the silver needle. Gently touch the corner of the page.

“My mother never prepared just one path.”

Rows of small letters slowly appeared on the paper. Like steam rising. Tieu Man quickly covered his mouth.

“It really has words!”

I pulled the table lamp closer. But that's not the full formula. Just a note. I read out loud:

“Thanh Hoa.”

“If someone uses this to harm you…”

“The final taste is not in the chicken.”

“But it lies in the wine.”

"Cinnamon flowers must be flowers that have passed through a season of dew."

“Do not use newly picked flowers.”

When Chu Ngan read this, he cursed:

“The Tham Gia restaurant uses all new cinnamon flowers.”

Mrs. Hua nodded.

“So their dishes are too fragrant.”

“The fragrance floats without settling.”

“It's easy to get sick when you eat it.”

“It's okay to fool people outside the profession.”

“But it cannot fool gourmet tongues.”