Chapter 14 — Help You Earn 7,300,000 Yuan, You Only Give Me 70,000 Yuan?

Several chefs nearby immediately laughed.

“Even a small restaurant in Nam Hang dares to come to a winter party?”

"If you know how to stir-fry a few homemade rice dishes, do you think you're a master?"

Tieu Man put his hands on his hips.

“These gurus almost burned someone else's mother's cookbook last night.”

Tham Ngoc Dung looked at the girl.

“Talk must have evidence.”

A voice rang out from the back of the crowd. La Tay walked out. Tham Ngoc Dung's face immediately stiffened. La Tay raised the phone.

“The recording was at the warehouse last night.”

“Fake contract photo.”

“Even the text message from you telling me to prepare spoiled meat.”

The smile on Tham Ngoc Dung's face completely disappeared.

“You should think carefully.”

La Tay's mother stood behind. Her voice was hoarse.

“It's been thought through carefully.”

“We don't work for the Tham family anymore.”

Chatter immediately arose around. Tham Ngoc Dung raised his hand to signal the staff to close the door.

“This is a winter party.”

“Not the market.”

“If anyone is causing trouble again, please get out.”

Right at that moment. From the hall came an old male voice.

“Let her in.”

The crowd automatically split to the sides. Manh Hoai An sat in a wheelchair and was pushed out by his students. His hair is white. The apron was old and faded. On his chest he wears a bronze badge. Tham Ngoc Dung immediately changed his tone.

“Mr. Manh.”

“You don't know.”

“She has a personal grudge against the Tham family.”

Manh Hoai An did not look at her. My eyes only stopped on the wooden box in my lap.

“Your name is Tham?”

“Tham Thanh Hoa.”

“What's your mother's name?”

“Khuong Van Thu.”

The hand placed on the armrest of his wheelchair tightened slightly. The thumb continuously strokes the old wooden surface.

“Cook something for me to see.”

Tham Ngoc Dung quickly spoke:

“Mr. Manh, the regulations…”

“Winter party rules...”

Manh Hoai An interrupted her.

“The rule of a winter party is to let the food do the talking.”

“It's not like closing the door and kicking people out.”

I passed by Tham Ngoc Dung. She lowered her voice. Just loud enough for only me to hear.

“Don't be too quick to be complacent.”

“In the kitchen, no one will lend you even a knife.”

I looked straight into her eyes.

“I brought it with me.”

I opened the wooden box. Inside, in addition to Thu Vi, there was also an old knife that my mother left behind. The blade is full of scratches. The knife handle has been polished smooth over the years. Manh Hoai An saw it. His back, which was slightly bent, suddenly straightened.

“Van Thu's knife…”

Tham Ngoc Dung's fingers gently tightened on the hem of her dress. I walked into the kitchen. Dozens of eyes simultaneously turned towards me. All cooking stoves have been occupied. The ingredients were also divided. In the corner there was only a basket of half-wilted green vegetables left. And a frozen chicken is as hard as rock. Tieu Man was so angry that he wanted to curse people. I raised my hand to stop him. Tham Ngoc Dung stood at the kitchen door.

“Isn't Nam Hang Little Kitchen very good?”

“Don't say the Tham family bullied you.”

“The ingredients are there.”

“The kitchen is also there.”

I dropped the frozen chicken into a basin of water.

“Are you sure you want me to use this?”

"Of course."

I raised my head to look at Manh Hoai An.

“Mr. Manh.”

“Let me borrow a jar of cinnamon flower wine brewed last year.”

Manh Hoai An has not yet spoken. The student next to him was stunned. Tham Ngoc Dung immediately said:

“No.”

Manh Hoai An turned his head to look at her.

“There's a jar left in my trunk.”

Tham Ngoc Dung's face immediately changed color. Strong Hoai An looked at me.

“How do you know?”

I calmly replied:

“My mother once said.”

‘The final taste is not in the chicken, but in the wine.’

Manh Hoai An closed his eyes. The hand slammed hard on the wheelchair armrest.

“Kitchen team.”

The back kitchen immediately became a battlefield. Trieu Thanh, the head chef of the Tham family, took over the largest kitchen. He deliberately heated the oil pan to the point of smoke rising from it. The smoke was so pungent that Tieu Man coughed. He smirked:

“If you can't stand it, go out.”

“The winter party kitchen is not your alley restaurant.”

Tieu Man was about to scold back. I pulled her behind me.

“Watch the fire.”

Trieu Thanh threw the shovel into the kitchen.

“Who are you wronging?”

I calmly replied:

“I sent my people.”

“Not wrong.”

People around burst into laughter. Trieu Thanh's face immediately turned red. He pulled a basin of water and placed it firmly next to me. The water basin is pressed against the edge of the cutting board.

“It's too tight.”

“Just bear with it.”

Chu Ngan poked his head in from outside the door.

“Do you need me to throw him out?”

I shook my head.

“He's just standing there being an eyesore.”

“No offense.”

Trieu Thanh snorted coldly.

“Just be bold.”

I started processing the frozen chicken. The blade descended so quickly that only afterimages were visible. Goosebumps are still intact. The skeleton is completely extracted. The chefs who were laughing at me before all stopped. Someone asked in a low voice:

“Who taught her this technique?”

Manh Hoai An's student unconsciously stepped closer. Trieu Thanh realized the situation was not good. He intentionally hit the corner of the table. The vase of osmanthus wine on my table immediately tilted. La Tay rushed forward to catch it.

“What are you doing?”

Trieu Thanh scolded:

“A traitor like you should stay away.”

La Tay hugged the wine bottle tightly in his arms.

“I helped the wrong person before.”

“That doesn't mean I'll still be wrong today.”