Chapter 13 — Mom Divided 8,200,000 Yuan To My Sister, Gave Me 50 Yuan, Unexpectedly Even The Judge Was Mine

The man placed the thermos box on the table. From beginning to end, I didn't even look at La Thanh.

"I came to give soup to Ms. Tham."

Tham Nguyet immediately smiled.

"Director Qin."

"You came at just the right time."

"Just a little family matter."

Mr. Tan turned to look at her.

"May I ask who you are?"

Tham Nguyet paused.

"I'm Tham Nguyet."

Mr. Tan nodded. Then calmly said:

"The person I'm looking for is Miss Tham Niem."

La Thanh's face completely darkened.

"Director Qin."

"What do you mean?"

Mr. Tan opened the thermos box. Inside is a bowl of frugal soup. The heat gently rose up.

"My landlord said."

"Tam Ky's broth cannot be lost."

"If Miss Tham agrees."

"Kim Hai Lau can lend you the kitchen for three months."

Trieu Que Phan's eyes widened.

"Kim Hai Lau let him borrow the kitchen?"

"Based on what?"

Mr. Tan calmly replied:

"Based on the fact that Mr. Tham saved Kim Hai Lau's brand that year."

"It's also based on the bowl of soup that Miss Tham Niem cooked ten years ago."

Tham Nguyet immediately turned to look at me.

"Ten years ago?"

"When have you ever been to Jin Hai Lau?"

I don't answer. Just raise your hand to open the lid of the soup bowl. The fragrance immediately spread throughout the room. The relatives who were watching the excitement suddenly fell silent. Mr. Tan took out an invitation card. Put it down on the table.

"Tomorrow night is a culinary voting session for long-standing brands."

"Kim Hai Lau officially invited Tham Ky to be in charge of the main dish."

"The name is already registered."

He looked at me.

"Miss Tham Niem."

La Thanh stared at the card. The voice was almost unbelievable.

"Are you guys crazy?"

"It doesn't even have a decent store."

Mr. Tan glanced at him.

"Who is the person Kim Hai Lau invited?"

"There's no need to report to you."

La Thanh kicked the chair back hard.

"Just wait."

Go to the door. He turned his head to look at Tham Nguyet again.

"If tomorrow night you still can't get Tham Ky."

"Then there's no need to discuss cooperation anymore."

The blood on Tham Nguyet's face immediately disappeared. Trieu Que Phan quickly grabbed my sleeve.

"Nem Niem."

"I heard what mom said."

"Mom was just so angry just now."

"Your sister can't lose face this time."

"Or..."

"I'll lend him the seal for one night first."

I withdrew my hand.

"No."

Her expression immediately changed.

"You want to force your sister to death, right?"

I closed the lid of the wooden box.

"If you leave other people's things, you won't be able to live."

"That's what my mother taught me."

Tham Nguyet stared at me. The last bit of softness in her eyes disappeared. Only hatred remains.

"Tham Niem."

"If you don't let me live in peace."

"Then I won't let you walk through that door either."

I picked up the invitation card.

"Then see you tomorrow night."

Tham Nguyet burst out laughing.

"Do you think that if you know how to cook a few family dishes, you can step onto the stage of the long-standing brand voting ceremony?"

"I really don't understand you."

I turned around and left. Trieu Que Phan was still screaming along.

"Walk out this door today."

"Then stop accepting me as your mother."

I paused for a moment. To Duong immediately scolded:

"You think Niem Niem really wants it?"

I don't turn around. Before the door closed. Tham Nguyet's voice was still chasing behind.

"Tham Ky is mine."

"I will definitely make everyone admit it there."

Kim Hai Lau's back kitchen is ten times larger than Tham Ky's. Rows of brightly lit kitchens follow each other. The copper pots are polished to the point where they can be seen in a mirror. When Mr. Tan led me in. More than twenty chefs in the kitchen all stopped. A chubby chef wipes his hands with an apron. His eyes looked at me with suspicion.

"Director Qin."

"If you want to lend the kitchen, I have no objection."

"But the voting is tomorrow."

"Is this girl really capable?"

"Don't let Jin Hai Lau's reputation be ruined."

Mr. Tan replied:

"She represents Tham Ky."

"Not Kim Hai Lau."

Chef Ma snorted coldly.

"If something happens."

"Customers only know the food is cooked in the Kim Hai Lau kitchen."

To Duong stepped forward.

"Is Jin Hai Lau's kitchen very valuable?"

"My Niem Niem didn't come to steal pot."

Chef Ma glanced at her.

"People outside the profession talk less."

To Duong immediately became angry. But I kept her.

"May I ask, master, what is your last name?"

"I just borrowed a stove."

"A pot."

"I won't touch your ingredients either."

Chef Ma crossed his arms.

"The ingredients aren't ours either?"

"So what are you going to cook with?"

I put the cloth bag I brought along on the table. Inside there are only: A few handfuls of dried bamboo shoots. A small package of tofu. An old bottle of vinegar. And a piece of bacon is not at all eye-catching. The young chefs immediately burst into laughter.

"That's all?"

"Tomorrow is the voting."

"Are you planning on making a rustic feast?"

Chef Ma also laughed.

"Does Tham Ky only have that little bit of skill?"

I turned to Mr. Tan.

"Can you lend me a clay pot?"

Mr. Tan nodded. Chef Ma pointed to the corner of the kitchen.

"Take the oldest one there."

"Don't waste a good pot."

To Duong was so angry that he slammed the table.

"You guys are used to bullying others, right?"

I picked up the old clay pot. Gently tap the pot wall.