Chapter 14 — Mom Divided 8,200,000 Yuan To My Sister, Gave Me 50 Yuan, Unexpectedly Even The Judge Was Mine

"This is good."

"A pot that has been used for many years has a soul."

Chef Ma was stunned. I started soaking the bamboo shoots. The laughter in the kitchen has not stopped.

"I heard that Mr. La invited a famous chef from Hai Thanh."

"Miss Tham Nguyet is also coming."

"I heard there's half of Mr. Tham's menu left."

"Half a book is enough."

"How complicated can a small restaurant's food be?"

Listen to the last sentence. To Duong immediately turned back.

"Shen Nguyet is also here?"

A young chef tilted his chin toward the next room.

"Preparing food in the next room."

"They even brought their entire crew."

"There are reporters too."

A drop of water from my hand fell into the basin. Mr. Tan lowered his voice.

"Do you need me to stop them?"

"No need."

I picked up the bacon. The blade just dropped. Chef Ma's laughter suddenly stopped. He took two steps forward. Stare at my movements.

"This way of getting off the knife..."

"Who did you learn from?"

"From an adult in the house."

"Person?"

I don't answer. Right at that moment. The door to the next room opened. Tham Nguyet walked out. Wearing a brand new white chef's uniform. There are two words embroidered on her chest: Behind her are two cameramen. And also La Thanh.

"Nem Niem."

"Are you here too?"

Her voice was deliberately loud.

"I thought you were hiding at home crying."

Chef Ma saw La Thanh. The attitude immediately became a bit more polite. La Thanh nodded slightly. My eyes glanced at my canvas bag.

"Tham Niem."

"Are you planning on using those cheap things to participate in the voting?"

Tham Nguyet smiled brightly.

"Nem Niem."

"How about you lend me some premium ingredients?"

"At that time, the jury said that our Tham family was stingy."

To Duong immediately objected:

"The Tham family?"

"The two words on my chest can be stolen, you know?"

Tham Nguyet raised her hand to gently stroke the embroidered words on her shirt. The corners of the lips slowly raised. Provocative smile. The two guards just reached out towards the food box. Chef Ma rushed out from the back kitchen door.

"Don't touch that pot of soup!"

The two guards stopped. Mr. Liu frowned.

"Mr. Ma, what are you going to do?"

Chef Ma stood in front of me.

"I've been a chef for thirty years."

"I've never seen anyone kick the chef out who hasn't tasted the dish."

La Thanh's face was cold.

"This is the matter of the organizing committee."

Chef Ma looked straight at him.

"Then I ask you."

"Food voting session."

"Or is it a relationship poll?"

The whole hall immediately stirred. Several reporters simultaneously turned their cameras over. Mr. Luu's face immediately became ugly.

"Mr. Ma, don't cause trouble."

Right at that moment. From the second floor came an old but majestic voice.

"Who says she has no qualifications?"

Everyone raised their heads simultaneously. Mr. Luong stood with a cane on the second floor hallway. Next to him is Hua Minh Vien. And there are three main judges of the voting session. Mr. Luong looked down.

"I'm the one who nominated Tham Ky."

"If there's a problem."

"I'm responsible."

Mr. Liu's face changed.

"Mr. Luong..."

Hua Minh Vien directly raised a file.

"Business rights."

"Brand inheritance rights."

"Old town preservation paper."

"Everything is in Tham Niem's name."

"Who changed the list?"

No one spoke up. Tham Nguyet's face gradually turned pale. La Thanh squinted his eyes. He knows today's story is no longer the case more control. A gray-haired judge stepped out.

"I only care about one thing."

"Has the soup arrived yet?"

I opened the food box. The lid just lifted. The fragrance immediately spread throughout the lobby. The surrounding chatter fell silent. Even the people standing at the door suddenly turned their heads to look back. The old judge took a deep breath. His eyes suddenly lit up.

"Tam Vi Quy Gia Thang?"

Chef Ma was stunned.

"You know this dish?"

The old man laughed.

"Thirty years ago."

"I ate it once."

"I didn't expect to smell this smell today."

Tham Nguyet immediately panicked.

"It's just a pot of soup."

"Who knows if it's true or not?"

I looked at her.

"Then try cooking it."

She choked. The old examiner turned.

"Miss Tham Nguyet."

"I heard that you also represent Tham Ky?"

"So tell me."

"What are the three flavors of Tam Quy Gia Thang?"

Tham Nguyet's face immediately stiffened. Sweat began to drip on her forehead. La Thanh was also silent. Because he knows. The other half of the menu doesn't have this dish. The old man waited a few seconds. Finally shook his head.

"Don't know."

"So what kind of representative is Tham Ky?"

Camera noises rang out continuously. Cup! Cup! Cup! Tham Nguyet's face turned red.

"I just forgot for a moment."

To Duong burst out laughing.

"Or did you never know?"

Right at that moment. A young reporter stood up.

"Who is the official successor of Tham Ky?"

The entire hall immediately fell silent. All eyes turned to me and Tham Nguyet. Mr. Luong slowly took out the old seal from his pocket. Put it down on the judges table.

"Answer."

The dark red seal carries the traces of the years. Below is my grandfather's autograph. Tham Ky's successor: Tham Niem. That moment. Tham Nguyet's face completely collapsed. As for Trieu Que Phan, he staggered and sat down on the chair. Because she finally understood. Since the day you kicked me out of the house. What she lost wasn't just a daughter. But the entire Tham Ky. Chef Ma stood in front of me. The apron on his body still had some oil stains on it.

"This pot of soup has been simmering on my stove all night."

"If you want to ask her out."

"Then at least let me bring this pot of soup up first."

Mr. Liu lost patience.

"You're just a chef."

"Why care about the list?"

Chef Ma took off his apron. Throw it hard on the table.

"If that's the case, I'll quit."

"Today's hot dishes from Kim Hai Lau."

"I don't cook anymore."