Chapter 2 — Mom Divided 8,200,000 Yuan To My Sister, Gave Me 50 Yuan, Unexpectedly Even The Judge Was Mine

"That's right."

"Tham Niem only helps cut vegetables."

I dried the water from my hands. Step in front of the table. Ms. Truong looked at me.

"Tham Niem, what do you say?"

Tham Nguyet immediately looked at me with warning eyes.

"You just received 50 yuan."

"Don't eat porridge."

I put the towel on the stove.

"If she says it's her, just be her."

Ms. Truong's hand stopped on the file bag. But in the end she didn't ask any more. Tham Nguyet proudly signed. Also intentionally write it big. Ms. Truong tidies up the papers. Before leaving, she placed a business card next to the kitchen.

"Tomorrow I will take pictures of the food for records."

"It's best to let the cook do it."

"There are leaders in the city who want to see."

Tham Nguyet smiled brightly.

"Tomorrow I will personally go to the kitchen."

After the door closes. She picked up the business card and looked it over. Then conveniently throw it in the trash.

"What records are kept?"

"And the city leaders want to see more."

"Waiting for the money to arrive, who wants to stay in this dilapidated shop?"

I bent down and picked up the business card. Wipe off the soup stains on it. Trieu Que Phan frowned.

"Tham Niem, what are you planning to do?"

"At least the things my grandfather left behind..."

"There must also be someone watching."

Tham Nguyet rolled her eyes and looked down.

"Don't pretend to be filial."

"You can't step into the kitchen tomorrow."

"I'll show everyone."

"In the end, who is the true leader of the Tham family?"

Chu Kien Dan tapped hard on the table.

"Do you hear me clearly?"

"Go back to your locker and pack your bags."

"We have to move out tomorrow morning."

I looked at the three of them. Then calmly replied: I turned around and went into the back kitchen. I washed the blue flower porcelain bowl that Zhou Kien Dan soiled with cigarette butts three times. At the bottom of the bowl is a small line of words carved by my grandfather's hand. Niem Niem, don't bow your head. I put the bowl in my bag. Along with the other business card, carefully store it away. From the outside room came Tham Nguyet's laughter.

"Mom, after taking pictures tomorrow, I still have to ask for the 50 yuan back."

"He's not worthy of holding money from the Tham family."

I paused a bit. Then lock the bag. Outside, rain began to fall. Drop by drop hit the old sign. On the sign there are four words: Tham Ky Restaurant. The last stroke of those four words was written by my grandfather holding my hand. Early the next morning. Tham Nguyet wore a newly bought white dress and stood in front of the kitchen door. In her hand she held a machete. It looks like you're wearing jewelry that doesn't suit you.

"Tham Niem, cut this duck down."

I stood at the door. Immobility.

"Yesterday you told me not to go into the kitchen."

Tham Nguyet's face immediately darkened.

"I told you to chop the food."

"Not asking you to cook."

"Don't be ignorant of your identity."

Trieu Que Phan stuffed a basket of radishes into my lap.

"Stop arguing."

"Today Nguyet Nguyet has to take pictures."

"Can't get your hands dirty."

"Go prepare everything."

"When the camera comes, he just needs to stand in and stir fry a few times."

"So whose name will be on the record?"

Tham Nguyet used the back of the knife to tap on the cutting board.

"Of course write my name."

"You're just a housekeeper."

"Do you still want to steal credit?"

I put down the radish basket.

"If you write your name."

"Then prepare yourself."

Chu Kien Dan walked in from the lobby. Holding a cup of tea in hand.

"Tham Niem."

"You're the best Are you planning on causing trouble today?"

"I'll tell you."

"The compensation file has not yet been finalised."

"If you make your mother unhappy."

"She can make you unable to keep even 50 yuan."

I looked at him.

"If so, don't give it anymore."

He was stunned. Immediately afterwards, he shouted angrily:

"Counterfeit!"

Tham Nguyet threw the knife hard on the cutting board.

"Very well."

"You didn't do it, did you?"

"Mom, show him your hand."

Trieu Que Phan rushed into the storage room. She pulled my suitcase out. The zipper is not completely closed. The clothes inside immediately fell to the ground. She lifted the old apron left by her grandfather. As if calling it dirty, she threw it straight out the door.

"Do you really think it's okay without me?"

"This family has raised you for twenty-two years."

"The result was a white-eyed wolf."

I squatted down to pick up my clothes. Right at that moment. There were footsteps outside the door. Ms. Truong led two cameramen in. Seeing clothes scattered on the ground. Look at the apron in my hand again. She frowned slightly.

"What's going on?"

Tham Nguyet immediately smiled.

"It's nothing."

"Just a little family conflict."

"My sister has a big temper."

"Just insist on getting a part in the picture today."

Trieu Que Phan also chimed in:

"That's right."

"Since childhood, he has loved to compete."

"It's clear that Nguyet Nguyet is the head chef."

"And yet he keeps causing trouble."

Ms. Truong did not respond.

"Is everything ready?"

Tham Nguyet raised her chin high.

"Almost done."

She went into the kitchen. Pick up the knife. Aimed at the duck for a long time. Finally, cut down once. The knife immediately got stuck in the duck bone. Can't get out forever. The two cameramen looked at each other. Tham Nguyet's face turned red.

"This knife is not easy to use."

"Tham Niem, come here."

I stuffed the clothes back into the bag.

"I told you."

"I'm not allowed in the kitchen."

Tham Nguyet tried to suppress her anger.

"I told you to come in, so you come in."

I calmly asked:

"Who gets to go to the kitchen..."

"Is that person the chef?"

Tham Nguyet stepped forward. Every sentence and every word seemed to be gritted out from between my teeth.

"Tham Niem."

"Don't be so arrogant."

Ms. Truong walked to the kitchen door.

"Tham Nguyet."

"We don't have much time."

"At ten o'clock this morning the city had to watch the video."

"If you don't know how to do it."

"Then we will write the truth."

Tham Nguyet immediately yanked the knife out. The knife fell to the tile floor. A deafening sound of collision rang out.

"Who says I don't know?"

She grabbed the radish. Cut twice in succession. Thick pieces, thin pieces. On to the third stroke. The blade almost cut the tip of the finger. A drop of blood splashed onto the white dress. Trieu Que Phan immediately rushed forward.

"Nguyet Nguyet!"

"Are you in pain?"

"Stop cutting!"

Chu Kien Dan turned and shouted at me:

"Are you dead?"

"Don't hurry and bandage your sister!"