Chapter 15 — Mom Divided 8,200,000 Yuan To My Sister, Gave Me 50 Yuan, Unexpectedly Even The Judge Was Mine

Someone in the hall immediately stuck their head out to look. Mr. Tan quickly spoke up: Chef Ma is still stiff-necked.

"Director Qin."

"I don't have to defend her."

"I'm defending workmanship."

"If that pot of soup isn't brought up."

"So today, no one tries to force me to hold a knife."

Right at that moment. Upstairs an old voice echoed.

"What kind of soup is that..."

"Which made Old Ma so angry?"

Everyone raised their heads simultaneously. Mr. Kim slowly walked down with his cane. Behind him were two disciples following. La Thanh's face immediately changed. Hurry up to welcome you.

"Why are you down here?"

"Just a little thing."

Mr. Kim didn't pay any attention to him. Go straight in front of the food box. I opened the lid of the box. The soup bowl is not yet completely exposed. Mr. Kim stopped walking. He bent down. Take a gentle sniff. His eyes immediately lit up.

"Tam Vi Gia Thang."

Chef Ma's voice is a bit hoarse.

"That's right."

Mr. Kim raised his head and looked at me.

"Who taught you?"

"My grandfather."

"Shen Hoai An."

Mr. Kim's hand rested on the edge of the table.

"You are Mr. Tham's grandson?"

Trieu Que Phan immediately interrupted.

"He really is a grandchild."

"But he doesn't know how to manage a store."

"My family Nguyet Nguyet is the successor of Tham Ky."

Mr. Kim turned to look at Tham Nguyet.

"You also know how to cook this soup?"

Tham Nguyet immediately stopped. Then forced a smile.

"I know other dishes."

"I also have my grandfather's menu."

Mr. Kim held out his hand.

"Let me see."

Tham Nguyet's body stiffened. La Thanh stood next to him and reminded softly: She reluctantly took out half an old menu from her bag. Give it to Mr. Kim. Mr. Kim flipped a few pages. Suddenly burst out laughing.

"This is a manuscript for apprenticeship."

"Wrong three spices."

"Missing two stages of fire."

Tham Nguyet's face immediately turned pale.

"No way!"

Mr. Kim closed the menu.

"If you cook according to this book."

"The first dish was bitter."

A judge stepped down from the judging table.

"So how should we handle the list?"

Mr. Kim turned to look at Mr. Luu.

"You asked me?"

"Kim Hai Lau lent the kitchen to Tham Ky."

"Yesterday it was me who nodded."

"The report card is also received by you."

Sweat immediately broke out on Mr. Liu's forehead.

"I don't see."

Mr. Tan took out a piece of paper.

"Here's your signature."

Mr. Liu stared at the paper. Lips trembled several times but couldn't say a word. La Thanh's face was extremely unsightly at this moment. Tham Nguyet turned to look at me. This is the rare time she calls me by the correct name.

"Even if there's a problem with the list."

"Well, I can't prove that I'm better than you."

"Do you dare to compete directly with me?"

To Duong immediately scolded:

"Are you crazy?"

"Earlier, I even prevented people from participating."

"Now you want to compete?"

Tham Nguyet deliberately raised her voice.

"Everyone heard it."

"If it really has courage."

"Then fight me."

"Tam Ky's dish competition."

"If you lose."

"He must give me the seal."

I looked at her.

"What if I lose?"

She gritted her teeth.

"I will publicly apologize."

I shook my head.

"Insufficient."

"So what else do you want?"

"Take off that uniform."

"Return the 500,000 yuan you took."

Trieu Que Phan jumped up.

"What 500,000 yuan?"

I looked straight at her.

"The money my grandfather left behind to repair the door shop."

"Mom said to use it to replace the new stove."

"As a result, I paid her a deposit to buy a car."

The sound of gossip immediately rang out everywhere. Tham Nguyet was frantic.

"You said nonsense!"

I put an old bill on the table.

"Auto dealer receipt."

"The person named is you."

"The money was withdrawn from Tham Ky's old account."

La Thanh immediately turned to look at Tham Nguyet.

"You still touch the store's money?"

Tham Nguyet stammered.

"That... that's mom for me."

The sweat on Trieu Que Phan's face made the thick layer of powder begin to smudge.

"Money in the house."

"Giving to anyone is not giving."

I looked at Tham Nguyet.

"Then test."

"If you lose."

"Return 500,000 yuan."

"Take off that uniform."

"And publicly apologize."

Seeing all the cameras facing me. Tham Nguyet has no way to retreat anymore.

"A test is a test."

Mr. Kim used a stick to knock on the floor.

"Both of you."

"Each person makes a signature dish of Tham Ky."

"The jury will judge directly."

Tham Nguyet immediately said:

"I made fried cassia fish with sauce."

I calmly replied:

"I made Khong Khong Bat."

Chef Ma took a deep breath.

"Kong Khong Bat?"

Mr. Kim stared at me.

"Did Old Tham even pass that on to you?"

Tham Nguyet did not understand anything. On the contrary, he laughed.

"Soup without soup?"

"Don't pretend to be a ghost anymore."

I turned around and went into the kitchen. She immediately followed. Lower your voice in my ear.

"Tham Niem."

"You can't win."

"I've already had someone exchange all the ingredients in your bag."

I stopped walking. Tham Nguyet smiled softly.

"Do you think I can only cry and beg my mother?"

I opened the cloth bag. The dry bamboo shoots inside have been replaced with damaged bamboo shoots. The bacon also disappeared. To Duong was so angry that he was shaking.

"Tham Nguyet!"

"You are truly shameless."

Tham Nguyet shrugged.

"Where's the evidence?"

"The kitchen has so many people."

"Don't blame everything on me."

La Thanh stood leaning at the door. The corners of his lips curled up with satisfaction.

"The contest has begun, Tham Niem."

"If there are no more ingredients left."

"Then admit defeat."

Chef Ma slammed the paper on the table.

"Look clearly."

"Seven people cook hot, five people cook cold, three people are in charge of preliminary processing."

"Fifteen people in total."

"All volunteered to go to Tham Ky to support."

La Thanh glanced over the list. His face became more and more ugly.

"Are you crazy?"

"Offending me because of a little girl?"

Chef Ma smiled coldly.

"I've been a cook for thirty-two years."

"Follow the cook."

"But don't follow someone who counts money."

Behind him. Several young chefs also entered one by one. The person holding the book. Person holding towel. The person was still wearing his kitchen uniform.