Chapter 19 — Mom Divided 8,200,000 Yuan To My Sister, Gave Me 50 Yuan, Unexpectedly Even The Judge Was Mine

I looked at the old coal stove in the yard.

"The day before."

"Grandpa still uses it."

Chef Ma laughed.

"Then use it."

To Duong ran to carry the chair. Aunt Ton cleaned the table. Mr. Tan sent someone to deliver the ingredients. The heat in the old shop gradually rose. When the first bowl of soup was placed in front of Aunt Ton. Tham Nguyet was still standing at the door. Gritting teeth said:

"Now you raise it so high."

"When it falls, it hurts."

"Don't regret it."

I put the second bowl of soup down in front of the old chestnut seller. Then he raised his head and looked at her.

"You're wrong."

"Something people believe in."

"It's not me."

"It's Tham Ky."

"It's also the conscience that my grandfather left behind."

Tham Nguyet immediately turned pale.

"You talk nonsense."

"I have never received money."

Old Luong put the photo on the table.

"So explain."

"Why is the tasting party held at La Thanh's restaurant every time?"

"You all appeared as Tham Ky's heir?"

Tham Nguyet bit her lip. Speechless. Hua Minh Vien took another stack of papers from the iron box.

"The first time is 30,000 yuan."

"The second time is 50,000 yuan."

"Third time 80,000 yuan."

"A total of 160,000 yuan."

"It's all transferred to Tham Nguyet's account."

The crowd immediately cheered. To Duong crossed his arms and smiled coldly.

"Didn't you always say you didn't take anything from Tham Ky?"

"Did this 160,000 yuan fall from the sky?"

Tham Nguyet took two steps back.

"That's consulting money."

"Advertising money."

I looked at her.

"Promoting what?"

"Promoting a dish you don't know how to cook?"

"Or promote a brand that doesn't belong to you?"

Tham Nguyet's face became whiter and whiter. Outside, someone walked in. It's Trieu Que Phan. Just overnight. She seemed to have aged several years. Just saw the pile of papers on the table. His face has changed.

"Stop reading."

She looked at me. For the first time, a pleading look appeared in his eyes.

"Nem Niem."

"Can you stop?"

I didn't speak up. Trieu Que Phan choked.

"I know it's wrong."

"Mom's money paid."

"I'll pay whatever belongs to Tham Ky."

"Please forgive your sister this once."

Tham Nguyet was stunned. Trieu Que Phan turned his head to look at her. Eyes full of disappointment.

"Aren't you enough?"

"More than 8,000,000 yuan in compensation."

"The car is there."

"The house is there."

"But still want to rob Tham Ky."

Tham Nguyet's eyes immediately turned red.

"But my mother always said it since I was a child."

"The best things are all yours."

"Mother said it herself."

"Grandpa likes you the most."

"Mother said it herself."

"Tham Ky will also be mine in the future."

Every sentence said. Trieu Que Phan's face turned even whiter. Because those are all the words she said. She pampered her eldest daughter. To the point of making her look like she does today. To Duong shook his head.

"You really raised your own wolf."

Trieu Que Phan lowered his head. No objections. Old Luong sighed.

"Que Phan."

"If you treated the two children fairly that year."

"Today didn't turn out like this."

Trieu Que Phan's tears finally fell. But this time. No one feels pitiful anymore. Because of everything today. It's all of her own making. Right at that moment. There was applause outside the door. Everyone turned their heads. Old Kim walked in with his cane. Behind him were several judges from the election of the old title. Old Kim looked at me. The corners of his eyes showed a smile.

"Nem Niem."

"The voting results are in."

Great The lobby immediately became quiet. Elder Kim took out a sign from his briefcase. Above are written four gilded words. Typical Old Brand of Hai City. Below is the name. Tham Ky Tieu Quan. Applause rang out like thunder. Aunt Ton was the first to clap. Next is the old man selling chestnuts. Then chef Ma. Then the diners are lining up in front of the door. Amid applause. I saw Tham Ky's old sign. Being illuminated by the sunlight after the rain. Grandfather once said. Pantryman. The most important thing is not how much money you earn. It's about keeping your conscience. Many years like that. I finally understand. What you left me. Not just a menu. Not just a store. It's a path. A road, even if it's slow. But you can hold your head high and move on. Outside the door. Tham Nguyet stood silently in the crowd. Look at the golden plaque in old Kim's hand. Look at the guests lining up in front of Tham Ky. Look at all the things that could have belonged to her. She burst into tears. But this time. No one is on her side anymore. Van Lam looked straight at me.

"Your grandfather hid that part away."

"I want it back."

To Duong immediately became angry.

"You said take it, take it?"

"For so many years, regardless of life or death, now when you see someone famous, you run to recognize them as relatives?"

Van Lam remained calm.

"I'm not here to receive relatives."

"I'm here to take back something that belongs to the Van family."

I looked at her.

"So you're looking for the wrong person."

"I don't have what you want in my hand."

Van Lam smiled softly.

"Tham Niem."

"Why do you think La Thanh was so determined to get that menu?"

"Why are so many people targeting Tham Ky?"