Chapter 17 — Help You Earn 7,300,000 Yuan, You Only Give Me 70,000 Yuan?

“So you're not afraid of me stealing the food.”

“I looked straight at Tham Ngoc Dung.”

"You're afraid I'll come back and take back what belongs to you."

Tham Ngoc Dung gritted his teeth.

“Just an old piece of paper.”

“Who will admit it?”

Manh Hoai An raised his hand.

“I admit it.”

Mrs. Hua spoke up:

“I also admit it.”

Right after that. Another old chef in the judges' row stood up.

“I also admit it.”

“That year I personally wrote the agreement.”

Tham Ngoc Dung looked at each old face before his eyes. His eyes full of resentment stopped at me.

“Tham Thanh Hoa.”

“Do you think that you can take away the Tham family?”

I carefully put the letter in the box.

“I don't need the Tham family.”

Tham Ngoc Dung just breathed a sigh of relief. I continued:

“What I want…”

"You have to give up everything you stole."

Tham Ngoc Dung's counterattack came very quickly. The winter party isn't over yet. The manager of Tham Gia restaurant led a group of people to rush into the back kitchen. His last name is Chau. The sleeve was still stained with grease. Usually, he is the most effective assistant for Tham Ngoc Dung. He slammed a notice on the table.

“Tham Thanh Hoa.”

“You are not authorized by the Tham family.”

“There is no right to continue cooking Thu Vi dishes.”

“Now hand over the recipe.”

“Sorry, General Manager Tham.”

“We will not pursue further.”

Tieu Man immediately rushed forward.

“Are your ears clogged with lard?”

“Didn't you hear it just now?”

Manager Chau glared.

“You brat, get out of the way.”

La Tay immediately stood in front of Tieu Man.

“Manager Chau.”

“Don't threaten people with a fake piece of paper.”

“General Manager Tham told you to prepare this last night.”

His face immediately darkened.

“You're fired.”

“What qualifications do you have to speak?”

La Tay took down his employee card. Break it in half right in front of everyone.

“I don't have my card anymore.”

“Can you speak human language now?”

Chu Ngan burst out laughing. I looked at Manager Chau.

“Who told you to come?”

“The elders of the Tham family.”

“Which elder?”

He stopped. Can't answer. Right at that moment. Tham Ngoc Dung walked in from the hall.

“I told him to come.”

“Tham Thanh Hoa.”

“The matter of the old agreement can be slowly investigated.”

“But before a thorough investigation.”

“You are not allowed to eat the Tham family's dishes.”

“What if I keep using it?”

Tham Ngoc Dung coldly replied:

“I will make all suppliers stop selling to you.”

"Causing all the weddings and big parties that no one dared to invite her."

“Causing your little shop to close tomorrow.”

Lady Hua frowned.

“Do you think Van Thanh is your kitchen?”

Tham Ngoc Dung looked at her.

“Lady Hua.”

“The Hua family can protect her for once.”

“Can't protect her for life.”

“Working in the food and beverage industry depends on relationships.”

“Not some nice words.”

Manh Hoai An pushed the wheelchair forward.

“Depends on the food.”

Tham Ngoc Dung burst out laughing.

“Mr. Manh.”

“Your time is long gone.”

She clapped her hands. Several chefs immediately brought in a row of boxes of ingredients.

“If you say it depends on the food.”

“So we will take the exam directly.”

“The judges are all here.”

“If you lose.”

“Hand over the book Thu Vi.”

“Openly admitted that Kitchenette Nam Hang stole the recipe.”

“If you win.”

“I will publicly apologize.”

Tieu Man was so angry laugh.

“You just lost a match and still want to play again?”

Tham Ngoc Dung replied:

“Just now it's a winter party dish.”

“It doesn't count as a bet.”

Chu Ngan rolled his eyes.

“Your face has enough skin to cut two plates of salad.”

Tham Ngoc Dung just looked at me.

“Do you dare?”

I calmly said:

“The stakes are not enough.”

“What else do you want?”

“If you lose.”

“Tham Gia restaurant must stop using the Thu Vi sign.”

“Openly admitted for the past fifteen years.”

“Those dishes were all left by my mother.”

Tham Ngoc Dung's fingers tightened slightly. Manager Chau immediately panicked.

“General Manager Tham!”

“Can't agree!”

But Tham Ngoc Dung felt the eyes of everyone around her. If refused. The newly built momentum will collapse immediately.

"I agree."

Manh Hoai An spoke up:

“I propose.”

Tham Ngoc Dung immediately objected.

"Impossible."

“You favor her.”

Lady Hua laughed.

“Then let the guests here draw lots.”

“Random ingredients.”

“Random topic.”

Everyone was immediately excited. First round. On the table there were only leftover ingredients from the party. Half a bowl of cold soup. A few pieces of radish peel. A chicken bone. A small handful of rice. Trieu Thanh just looked and burst out laughing.

“What does this do?”

“General Manager Tham, let me do it.”

Tham Ngoc Dung nodded. Trieu Thanh warmed up the soup. Finely chop the radish peel. Cook rice into porridge. Everything is in order. Break the chicken bones. Marinate the radish peel with salt to drain. Filter the broth again. Roast the rice until fragrant before cooking. Tieu Man stood next to him. Bright eyes.

“Miss Tham.”

“This doesn't look like leftovers anymore.”

I smiled.

“Just because the party is over doesn't mean the food has to end.”

“Guests eat to the last bite.”

“Should still be respected.”

Two bowls of porridge were served. Trieu Thanh's porridge is easy to eat. The judges nodded. But my bowl is more elegant. Deeper background taste. Even the radish skin is crispy like a freshly picked vegetable. A guest put down his spoon.

“At first I just came to watch the excitement.”

“Now I want to ask.”

“Is this porridge sold separately?”

Trieu Thanh's face immediately darkened. First round. Second round. The chef is blindfolded. Only listen to the sound of boiling oil to guess the temperature. Tham Ngoc Dung stepped up himself. She changed into her chef's uniform. Roll up your sleeves. Very proficient movements. Obviously, I've been practicing a lot over the years.

“Tham Thanh Hoa.”

“Don't think you're the only one who knows how to cook.”