Chapter 9 — Help You Earn 7,300,000 Yuan, You Only Give Me 70,000 Yuan?

I looked at her.

“Isn't the black notebook you took away what you consider evidence?”

La Tay's expression immediately changed. Old man Hua closed his eyes. After a while, he opened his mouth. The voice is not loud. But enough to make people dare not move.

“Ngoc Tran.”

“From today onwards.”

“The Hua family will no longer book any parties at Tham Gia restaurant.”

Lady Hua nodded.

“I will notify all relatives and friends.”

Tham Ngoc Dung immediately panicked.

“Lady Hua!”

"You can't just cut off cooperation because of a few words from him."

Lady Hua looked at her.

“What I cut is not cooperation.”

“It's about face.”

“Last night you used bad food to get over me.”

“Today he brought a fake contract to block my kitchen door.”

“Boss Tham.”

“Your dignity is gone.”

Co Thua Trach's face was extremely ugly.

“Lady Hua, don't say such cruel things.”

Old man Hua turned to look at him.

“Whose child are you?”

“The Co family.”

“Co Cheng Ze.”

“Old Tam's son?”

Old man Hua laughed faintly.

“Go ask your father.”

“Does he dare talk to me in this tone?”

Co Thua Trach seemed to have a lump in his throat. Don't dare say another word. I collected my knife bag. Mr. Hua suddenly asked:

“Shen Ninh.”

“You opened a shop?”

“Still cleaning up.”

“What's missing?”

Tham Ngoc Dung immediately raised his head. There was panic in his eyes.

“Nothing is missing.”

Chu Ngan stood next to him so impatiently that he wanted to stomp his feet. Old man Hua looked at me.

“Having bone strength is a good thing.”

“But if it's too hard, it will break.”

“My mother taught me when I was little.”

"Whoever's hand holds the rice bowl must listen to that person's control."

“I want to carry my own rice bowl.”

I calmly replied. Old man Hua laughed.

“Then let's finish today's banquet first.”

“Let me see if Giang Van Thu's youngest daughter has enough strength to build her own kitchen.”

Tham Ngoc Dung stared at me. Eyes sharp as knives. When I turned back to the kitchen, I clearly heard her speak in a low voice to Co Thua Trach:

“We can't let her open the shop.”

Every word. I heard it very clearly. I named my small restaurant Nam Hang Small Kitchen. The sign was written by Chu Ngan. The handwriting is crooked but full of spirit. Tieu Man wiped the glass window three times. Mrs. Hua also brought two pots of orchids and placed them in front of the door. One day before opening. All raw material suppliers changed their minds at the same time. The first person to call was Mr. Luu, a fish seller.

“Miss Tham, I'm sorry.”

“I can't deliver fish tomorrow.”

“There's work at home.”

Chu Ngan grabbed the phone.

“Uncle Liu, yesterday you said the pond was full of fish.”

“There's suddenly something going on at home today?”

Uncle Luu stammered:

“Chef Chu, don't make things difficult for me.”

“Tham Gia Restaurant said so.”

"Whoever sells to you, don't expect to step foot in their restaurant in the future."

The second person is the chicken seller. The third person is a vegetable seller. Even the gas cylinder delivery person canceled the order. Tieu Man sat on the doorstep. Tears fell onto the towel.

"Tomorrow's guests have all booked tables."

“What to do now?”

Chu Ngan slammed the phone on the table.

“Tham Ngoc Dung is truly despicable.”

I looked at the menu on the wall.

“Tomorrow is still open.”

“What are you using to open it?”

Chu Ngan said.

“No fish.”

“No chicken.”

“No vegetables.”

“Maybe bring filtered water for guests to drink?

Right at that moment. Mrs. Hua slowly walked from the beginning of the alley. Behind her are three three-wheeled vehicles. The car was filled with fish baskets. And a whole cage of chickens.

“Who said there are no ingredients?”

Tieu Man stood up.

“Grandma, where did you get it?”

Mrs. Hua pointed to the old ladies behind her.

“Old neighbors in Nam Hang.”

“Mr. Tan sells fish.”

“Aunt Luu grows vegetables.”

“Ms. Ma raises chickens.”

“Tham Gia Restaurant can manage large markets.”

“But I can't take care of these old bones.”

Mr. Tan carried the fish basket inside.

“Girl.”

“Fish is not expensive.”

“As long as you cook well, it's fine.”

Aunt Luu put the basket of vegetables on the table.

“Vegetable leaves are bitten by worms.”

“No spraying.”

“Don't say bad things.”

I bowed my head.

“Thank you everyone.”

Chu Ngan scratched his head.

“So it's okay.”

Old lady Hua looked at me.

“Don't be happy yet.”

“Tomorrow someone will come to harass you.”

"I know."

“Are you afraid?”

I put the fish in the water tank.

“If you were afraid, you wouldn't have opened the shop.”

Opening day. There was a line of more than twenty people in front of Nam Hang Small Kitchen. Most of them were guests introduced by Mrs. Hua. There were also people who had attended a party at Hua's house the night before. The first table just sat down. Luo Tay brought a few men with him. In her hand she held a piece of paper. The voice was deliberately loud.

“Everyone, stop eating!”

“This restaurant's recipe is stolen from Tham Gia restaurant!”

“The owner even signed an agreement not to open the restaurant on her own!”

All the diners turned their heads to look back. Tieu Man turned pale.

“Assistant La, please don't slander.”

La Tay held up the piece of paper.

“This is black and white paper.”

“Tham Ninh stole the recipe and opened his own restaurant.”

“Today everyone eats any dish here...”

“All dishes from Tham Gia restaurant!”

A chubby guest put down his chopsticks.

“Is it real or fake?”

“I don't want to get into trouble.”

Another woman said softly:

“Yesterday it was Mrs. Hua who introduced her.”

“Surely it's not that bad?”