Chapter 15 — Help You Earn 7,300,000 Yuan, You Only Give Me 70,000 Yuan?

Tham Ngoc Dung stood outside the door. The voice tried to suppress anger.

“Trieu Thanh.”

“Concentrate on cooking.”

Trieu Thanh did not dare to cause more trouble. I poured cinnamon flower wine that had been brewed over the years into the bowl. Light yellow wine. Gentle scent. Not harsh at all. Tieu Man sniffed his nose.

“This fragrance is not sweet.”

"Of course."

“Cinnamon flowers after dew.”

“Huong is in the back.”

I rubbed wine on the chicken. Wrap with mint leaves. Then select the youngest shoots in the basket of wilted vegetables. Chu Ngan looked and still didn't understand.

“Can these vegetables also be saved?”

Trieu Thanh brought out the Tham family's Snow Cinnamon Chicken Brewed dish first. Golden chicken. Cinnamon flowers cover the top. Praise rang out in the hall.

“The presentation is still very nice.”

“Truly the style of the Tham family.”

“The other side is still struggling with the vegetables.”

“I'm sure I'll lose.”

Tham Ngoc Dung walked next to me.

“Thanh Hoa.”

“If you admit defeat, you won't lose face.”

“If you go out now, I'll give you a cup of tea.”

“I can still let you return to the Tham family to work as a kitchen assistant.”

My hands still don't stop working.

“I see the Tham family's kitchen is dirty.”

Her expression darkened.

“Don't forget.”

"The matter of my parents has not yet been investigated clearly."

“If you pressure me too much…”

“There are old stories being dug up.”

“The one who will suffer will be you.”

I raised my head to look at her.

“What do you know?”

Tham Ngoc Dung smiled.

“Want to know?”

“If you win, ask.”

Go to the scoring section. Trieu Thanh's dish was served first. Some diners tasted it. The first two seconds they all nodded. To the third second. Some people frowned.

“Cinnamon flowers are so sweet.”

“The smell of alcohol floats to the surface.”

Tham Ngoc Dung immediately explained:

“This dish is in an innovative style.”

“Brighter flavors.”

But Manh Hoai An still did not move his chopsticks. Tham Ngoc Dung began to get impatient.

“Mr. Manh?”

The old man just said:

“I'm waiting for the rest.”

When my dish arrived. Many people were stunned. On a white ceramic plate. Chicken slices are as thin as snow wings. Cover the young core of the greens. The surface is completely devoid of any cinnamon petals. There's just a streak of light wine sauce. Some people immediately expressed disappointment.

“Is this called Cinnamon Snow Chicken?”

Trieu Thanh burst out laughing.

“Where is the cinnamon flower?”

“Don't tell me you forgot to put it in?”

I placed a small porcelain cup in front of Manh Hoai An.

“Cinnamon flowers are in the cup.”

“After you eat, sprinkle.”

Manh Hoai An picked up the cup. The hand stopped.

“In the past, Van Thu also did the same.”

Tham Ngoc Dung immediately interjected:

“It's just a coincidence.”

Manh Hoai An paid no attention to her. He slowly poured the wine over the chicken. Right at that moment. The scent spreads. Not sweet. Not boring. Like the early autumn wind blowing through the yard in the late afternoon. Those who criticized were silent. Lady Hua picked up a slice of meat. After eating, put down your chopsticks.

“This is the taste I used to eat when I was a child.”

Another judge ate two pieces in a row.

“Green vegetables retain the taste of wine.”

“Chicken meat becomes cleaner again.”

Trieu Thanh was not convinced. Pick up a piece for yourself. Only chewed twice. His face has become extremely unsightly. Tieu Man stood behind and whispered:

“Toughen him up some more.”

Manh Hoai An also moved his chopsticks. He eats very slowly. After eating, he looked up at me.

“Where did you learn from?”

I put Thu Vi on the table.

“It's something my mother left behind.”

Tham Ngoc Dung immediately steal words:

“This notebook was originally an old thing from the Tham family.”

“Her mother is also from the Tham family.”

“It doesn't prove anything.”

Manh Hoai An looked at her.

“Do you know why this dish is not sprinkled with cinnamon flowers?”

Tham Ngoc Dung immediately choked up. Even Trieu Thanh couldn't answer. I calmly said:

“Sprinkle cinnamon flowers on top for guests to see.”

“Putting cinnamon flowers in wine is to preserve the soul of the dish.”

“Newly harvested cinnamon flowers have a very strong scent.”

“It will overwhelm the original taste of chicken.”

“Cinnamon flowers after the frost season have retained the cold of an entire season.”

“When the wine is warmed up.”

“The new aroma slowly returns from inside the meat.”

The hand holding the pen of the student next to Manh Hoai An immediately stopped. Manh Hoai An slowly nodded.

“This is the original text of Khuong Van Thu's words.”

Tham Ngoc Dung gritted his teeth.

“It's her daughter.”

“Of course she knows how to memorize.”

Manh Hoai An suddenly lowered his voice.

“But you Tham family…”

“Studied wrongly for fifteen years.”

The entire hall immediately rang with noisy conversations. Tham Ngoc Dung was still about to speak. But Manh Hoai An took out an old envelope from his chest.

“Before Van Thu had trouble, she sent me this.”

“I promised her.”

“Only when Thanh Hoa appeared with the book Thu Vi, was I allowed to open it.”

Tham Ngoc Dung's face was pale as if someone had just shaved off a layer of powder.

“Mr. Manh.”

“This kind of object of unknown origin…”

Manh Hoai An placed the envelope on the table.

“Tham Ngoc Dung.”

“What are you afraid of?”

She choked. Cannot answer. I looked at the envelope in front of me. The writing on the edge of the envelope is still intact. It's my mother's handwriting.