Chapter 22 — Mom Divided 8,200,000 Yuan To My Sister, Gave Me 50 Yuan, Unexpectedly Even The Judge Was Mine

He stood up. Looking towards Van Lam. Then looked at Tham Nguyet again. Finally picked up the microphone.

"Please inform."

"We just received a new complaint."

"Relating to Van Yen team's eligibility to participate."

Tham Nguyet's face immediately turned pale. And Van Lam. The first time I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. I shook my head.

"Don't do it."

To Duong was stunned.

"Father once said."

"The dish used to determine victory or defeat is no longer an inheritance."

Van Yen's people serve the dish first. The judge tasted the first piece and nodded. Taste the second bite and put down your chopsticks. Elder Kim asked:

"This Tam Tien Van Thuong dish, who let you change it to sweet?"

Van Lam smiled:

"That is the Van family's new way of doing things in recent years."

Elder Kim put his chopsticks on the table.

"It's okay to improve."

"Stealing is not."

The smile on Van Lam's face immediately stiffened. Old Kim looked at Tham Nguyet.

"You stole this recipe from the leftover recipe in Tham Ky's kitchen, right?"

"That recipe is missing the last step."

"If you do it, you'll only end up with a sickly sweet taste."

Tham Nguyet quickly shook her head.

"Not you."

To Duong immediately took out a stack of photos from his pocket.

"It's you."

"I sneaked into Tham Ky's kitchen and rummaged around the stove looking for the recipe."

"The old lady selling tofu at the end of the alley took all the pictures."

"You even scolded her for being old and won't die."

The old lady in the back row raised her hand.

"I have bad ears."

"But my hands aren't shaking yet."

"The photo is very clear."

Van Lam turned her head to look at Tham Nguyet. His face was cold as ice. Tham Nguyet burst into tears:

"Auntie Van, you told me to look for you."

"Auntie said she was hiding something in her hand."

"Auntie said as long as you can do it, she will let you go to Van Yen."

Van Lam shouted loudly:

"Shut up!"

I brought my dish up. A bowl of clear soup. A plate of radishes. A plate of stir-fried vegetables by the fire that anyone who grew up in the old town has eaten. Van Lam laughed out loud.

"Tham Niem."

"Are you planning to bring these things to Bach Vi Yen?"

I calmly replied:

"Tham Ky was originally opened in the old town."

"Serving people who go to the market early in the morning."

"Small merchants sold out late at night."

"Children who don't have money go to the big pub."

"The inheritance that our ancestors left behind..."

"Not to make food for those sitting at lavish banquet tables to enjoy."

"It's about making a whole street remember the taste of home."

On the judges' bench. Old Luong still hasn't moved his chopsticks. He turned his face to the side. Quietly used his sleeve to wipe the corners of his eyes. Old Kim tasted the bowl of soup. A long time later, he spoke:

"Truly the taste of Tham Hoai An."

"Less than one portion is bland."

"More than one part is opaque."

Another judge ate a piece of radish. Then put down your chopsticks.

"I declare."

"Tham Ky officially entered the main banquet of Bach Vi Yen."

Van Lam slammed on the table.

"I object!"

"Tham Niem is not a member of the Van family."

"She doesn't have the Van family's inheritance."

Old Kim looked at her.

"Of course she's not from the Van family."

"She is Tham Hoai An's granddaughter."

"She is Van Thu's daughter."

"The only heir of Tham Ky."

Hua Minh Vien stepped up. Give the final documents to the organizers.

"In Van Yen's registration file, there are three dishes that match the contents of Tham Ky's inheritance book."

"The origin cannot be proven Minh."

"According to regulations, eligibility to participate in the exam is canceled."

"At the same time, transfer it to the investigation association."

Van Lam rushed forward to steal the documents. But was stopped by staff. Tham Nguyet sat down on the ground. Face turned white. At the hall door. Since when did Trieu Que Phan stand there? She opened her mouth several times. Finally, he said with difficulty:

"Nem Niem..."

"Mom was wrong."

I just looked at her.

"The grandmother should apologize."

"It's not just me."

Trieu Que Phan looked at the inheritance book in Elder Liang's arms. Finally knelt down. He bowed his head and stamped strongly in front of the old notebook. La Thanh was taken away and still called Tham Nguyet's name. But Tham Nguyet never turned back. Van Yen's people invited Van Lam down to the stage. Her luxurious rattan embroidered dress was stuck to the corner of the table. In just a moment, a long thread burst out. After Bach Vi Yen ended. The official old town preservation seal was affixed. Tham Ky was retained. Red lanterns hang again in front of the shop door. Opening day. To Duong stood at the end of the line to maintain order. Always complaining. But still silently saved the softest radish cake for the old lady selling tofu. Elder Luong sat in his usual position. Just commented that today's bowl of soup was half a spoonful of bland. Just drink it all without leaving a drop. Hua Minh Vien brought the old seal back to me.

"The case of La Thanh, Tham Nguyet and Trieu Que Phan has resulted."

"The Van Yen sign has also been taken down."

I hung the silver lock next to the stove. The kitchen fire lit up. The first pot of soup of the day begins to boil. White smoke drifted up. Outside the door someone called loudly:

"Boss Tham!"

"Do you still sell Pho Co Soup today?"

I opened the pot lid. Smiling, he replied: That moment. The Tham Ky sign lights up in the morning sunlight. The stolen notebook has returned. Those who trampled on me had to bow their heads. Old debts also have their own results. I did not enter the Van family's door. I have never asked anyone to give me an identity. I stood in front of Tham Ky's fire. On the back is the ancestor's handwriting. It's a letter my mother left behind. It's the whole street waiting for a bowl of hot soup. That is my lineage.