Chapter 4 — Manh Nuong Tu's Restaurant

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It's just like Thu Duc said. Agile hands and feet, hard-working and hard-working personality. I wanted to fry fish, so he helped me scrape the scales. I want to stew meat, he sits watching the fire at the stove. I heard that he also read books, I originally thought he would be like Thieu Khanh Vien, not liking to set foot in the kitchen. Who would have thought that he would proactively take on all the chores and help me in the kitchen. Making Ha Huong feel at ease and so happy that she smiled from ear to ear. She kept praising:

"The little prince of the Thu family is truly a true gentleman, unlike that former young master who only knows how to pretend."

It's just a pity that the business in the shop is still gloomy. It makes me so sad that the braised pork leg dish that I can usually eat three times a day, now I can only swallow half of it. Long neck tilt:

"If we keep losing money like this, we have no choice but to close down. Little Lang Quan Thu, why don't we find another place to work sooner rather than later?"

As soon as he heard that, Thu Duc panicked and blurted out without thinking.

"I won't go! Wherever Lady Manh goes, I will follow!"

I was stunned. He immediately blushed and stammered to correct his words.

"I, I'm saying... the rice that Lady Manh cooks is so delicious, I can't bear to leave."

I shook my head slightly:

“But without customers, no matter how skillfully we cook, it's all a waste.”

Thu Duc bowed his head in contemplation for a moment, then looked at me seriously and said:

“It's not that the food isn't delicious, it's that... perhaps it just lacks a bit of uniqueness—”

"What other people don't have, only Lady Manh has."

Something that no one else has, but I only own it? I thought for a moment. Then raise your head. I only see a few familiar lines drifting across my eyes. 【I don't see the male supporting character, it's so boring...】 【I've seen nothing good, the sweet love story keeps repeating the same old plot points, I'm tired of watching it.】 【Who knows if there will be anything new in the future? Otherwise, I'll quit the story.】 I laughed softly, waving my hand towards those words.

“Yes.”

My voice carries a sense of seduction:

“Do you... want to try once, from a bystander to a character in the story?”

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More than a month later. A strange delicacy called "spicy and sour snail vermicelli" is like a tornado rolling through the capital. The smell is so strong that it can travel ten miles away, but when you eat it, it's so fragrant that it makes you want to fall off your tongue. No matter how deep the alley is, it cannot prevent the unique flavor of that dish. Some people were curious and sought it out, bringing three or five people to taste it. Once they ate it, they were so infatuated that it was hard to stop. Some people despise and criticize, and are forced to taste a piece by someone who has eaten it, but the result is that they are infatuated without end. Every day the pub is crowded with people. Ha Huong worked as a cashier, laughed until she couldn't close her mouth, played math until her hand hurt but didn't dare to complain. Thu Duc, who worked as an errand boy, also smiled brightly, happy to no longer have to leave. I bowed gratefully and bowed my head towards the bullets in gratitude.

“If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid my restaurant would have closed a long time ago.”

The bullets are also fun. Everyone feels that being able to participate in the story's development is a new thing, full of achievements. 【What's the point, I just copied a few recipes.】 【Even if I follow every step in the video, I can't cook the same dish. The problem is not the formula, what I lack is a golden hand like yours, Dao Dao, can you send me your hand?!】 【I'm different, I just finished watching and called out: "Mom!" There are similar dishes right away.】 【Mom, I want to eat fresh milk hotpot, spicy mixed meat skewers, and the recipe!】 【Mom, what will we eat tomorrow? The crispy fried pigeon the other day was delicious, let's make it again!】 Since I started talking to the bullets, after leaving Thieu's palace, the bullets gradually became less. Now there are more and more. It's like somewhere I can't see, there are countless people jostling to watch me cook. Obviously you can't eat, but you can't get enough of it. They say, I have turned "love talk" into "food notes". Turning "sweet pet" into "eating live shows". I don't understand what that means. Just know how to copy the formula every day. After copying, stir-fry, after stir-frying, then copy again. At first I chose to make spicy and sour snail vermicelli because the restaurant was too deserted. Need something unique and unique for people to pay attention to and try. Now the original goal has been achieved. We should also continue to introduce new dishes and increase the names of dishes hung on the menu along the walls of the restaurant. Ammunition also happily watched me try new dishes. Every day enthusiastically recommends all kinds of recipes. Then, over small things like "whether or not to add coriander and green onions" or "tofu to eat salty or sweet" they get into heated arguments. Every time that happens, I put my hands on my hips and shout loudly:

"What are you arguing about? Is it a big deal? Wait!"

I immediately grabbed the kitchen shovel and immediately made several bowls of soft tofu with many flavors. One bowl of sweet, one bowl of salty. One bowl has only green onions without coriander, one bowl has only coriander without onions. Then, amid screams of "Mommy" from the bullets, I ate everything. I thought the days would always pass peacefully like that. Until one day, when the restaurant just opened. A guest walked in— Someone who had never visited before, but made me feel... extremely familiar.

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Luc Uan walked into the restaurant and sat down quietly. Thu Duc and Ha Huong, I and I gathered together. Len secretly hid behind the kitchen and peeked out. Thu Duc looked the most bewildered: "What are we looking at?" I am the most calm: "Looking at my ex-husband's lover." Ha Huong was the most wary: "She is the Prime Minister's wife, why did she come to our small restaurant to dine? She must have come to cause trouble!" Having said that, he didn't have time to explain and pushed me back. Then, as quick as lightning, he grabbed Thu Duc and threw him out.

“Miss, don't show yourself, let someone else receive her!”

Thu Duc didn't have time to prepare and almost fell to the floor. He had to obediently obey orders and step out to welcome Luc Uan. Returning to the kitchen, Ha Huong, like an enemy, immediately questioned repeatedly:

“So, did she come to start a fight, brag, or destroy the shop?”

Thu Duc's eyes widened:

“Yeah… she wants… a bowl of spicy and sour snail noodles, add chili, add onions, without cilantro.”

Ha Huong: “…” Before the bowl of vermicelli was brought out, I saw Ha Huong gritting her teeth and trying hard to pour chili into the bowl.

"It's spicy to death! It's spicy to death, you vixen!"