Chapter 3 — Mom Divided 8,200,000 Yuan To My Sister, Gave Me 50 Yuan, Unexpectedly Even The Judge Was Mine

I took a Band-Aid from the cashier. Place on the table. Tham Nguyet blushed and scolded:

"You're just waiting to see me lose face."

I calmly replied:

"The knife is in your hand."

She raised her hand to slap me. But Ms. Truong was one step faster and raised her hand to stop her.

"Tham Nguyet."

"Today's filming is cancelled."

"For the time being, I cannot receive this confirmation."

Trieu Que Phan immediately panicked.

"Don't do it, Ms. Truong."

"He didn't sleep well yesterday so his skills are strange today."

"Tham Niem, do it quickly."

"When you're done, just say your sister did it."

Two cameramen raised the camera. The lens was now pointed straight at me. I picked up the old apron. Tie at waist. Tham Nguyet immediately rushed forward and grabbed my arm tightly.

"You try stealing my aura."

I looked at her hand.

"Let go."

"Don't let go."

I calmly removed each of her fingers from the apron. Then look straight into her eyes.

"Grandfather's dish..."

"You don't deserve to be in front of the camera."

Tham Nguyet's face immediately changed. Trieu Que Phan's voice also became sharp.

"Who are you saying is not worthy?"

I don't answer anymore. Just take the knife. Blanch in boiling water. Cut the radish into even pieces. Crush the ginger. In the kitchen, there were only the sounds of knives and chopping boards and the sound of boiling soup. At first, the cameraman only filmed for a routine. But gradually. The lens no longer leaves my side. Ms. Truong stood at the kitchen door. Looked quietly for a long time. Forty minutes later. Pot of stewed duck soup with radish is completed. The aroma from the back kitchen spreads straight into the hall. Even the people waiting for the car on the side of the road unconsciously turned their heads to look. Tham Nguyet immediately quickly picked up the bowl of soup.

"Just say I cook."

Ms. Truong raised her hand to hold back.

"The entire process was recorded."

The smile on Tham Nguyet's face immediately stiffened. Trieu Que Phan quickly smiled and made up.

"The process is not important."

"We're all one family."

"Everyone who cooks is not the same."

Ms. Truong replied coldly:

"Saving records is not the same as falsifying records."

Chu Kien Dan placed the tea cup firmly on the table.

"Miss Truong."

"Don't be so principled."

"My house clearance documents are still in charge of your side."

"Can't you facilitate a little?"

Ms. Truong did not look at him. Just turn to me and ask:

"Tham Niem."

"Do you agree to sign the confirmation?"

I picked up the pen. Right then. Tham Nguyet rushed forward and pushed my hand away.

"Don't sign!"

"If you sign, people will know that the food in the restaurant was made by you."

"So what kind of restaurant will I open in the future?"

I looked at her.

"What are you going to sell?"

"Sell Tham Ky's specialties."

"Who taught you?"

Tham Nguyet opened her mouth. But could not answer. Trieu Que Phan quickly interjected:

"One family can distinguish what belongs to whom."

"Grandfather's skills belong to the Tham family."

"Nguyet Nguyet is also a member of the Tham family."

I looked at her.

"My last name is also Tham."

"Tham Nguyet's last name is also Tham."

"But before I died..."

"The only person my grandfather left the menu to was me."

Zhou Jianmin slammed the table.

"Where's the menu?"

"Bring it here."

I don't answer. Tham Nguyet's eyes immediately lit up.

"The menu is definitely in his pocket."

"Check his pockets."

Ms. Truong frowned.

"People can't do that."

But Trieu Que Phan rushed forward. Grandma grabbed my bag. Face down on the table. Personal documents. Blue flower ceramic bowl. Same business card. It all fell out. The ceramic bowl rolled around on the ground. Hit the table leg hard. A crack immediately ran from the rim of the bowl to the bottom. I stepped forward. Squat down. Raise the bowl with both hands. Tham Nguyet smirked.

"It's just a torn bowl."

"As if it's a very precious treasure."

I stood up. Still holding the cracked bowl in his hand.

"This bowl..."

"It was left to me by my grandfather."

Trieu Que Phan pouted.

"Just the trash of the dead."

"If it breaks, it breaks."

I raised my head to look at her. That look made her unconsciously take half a step back. But very quickly she tried to act strong again.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm your mother."

I didn't reply. Just gently place the bowl back in the bag. Then pick up the confirmation paper. In the Head Chef section, I signed down two words. Tham Nguyet immediately shouted: Ms. Truong took back the paper. The voice is clear in every word:

"The chef keeps the records of Tham Ky Restaurant."

"Tham Niem."

Tham Nguyet grabbed the bowl of soup on the table. Throw it hard on the ground. Hot soup splashed.

"Once I don't get..."

"Then you won't even be able to enroll."

Hot soup splashed on the top of my feet. Several neighbors gathered to watch. Trieu Que Phan immediately burst into tears.

"Everyone, please help me judge."

"The youngest daughter wanted to rob her sister of her money."

"Even my own mother bullied me."

Everyone's eyes turned to me at once. Tham Nguyet held her injured finger. Tears come and go.

"I just want to promote my grandfather's skills."

"But he was determined to ruin me."

I looked at the puddle on the ground. The fragrance is still there. But the soup pot is no longer there. Ms. Truong gave the camera to her colleague. Quietly tell me:

"Tham Niem."

"I will keep this video carefully."

I picked up my luggage. Step out. Behind him, Trieu Que Phan's scream rang out:

"Today you walked out this door..."

"Then don't come back anymore!"

I stopped at the threshold. Don't turn around.

"I won't go back."

Tham Nguyet smiled coldly.

"Just good at speaking loudly."

"Someone like you."

"Leave the Tham family."

"I can't even pay the rent."

I walked straight into the rain. A black car is parked there. The glass door slowly lowered. As soon as the old man sitting inside saw me, he impatiently wanted to open the door and get out. I shook my head slightly. He had to stop. Quietly took back the umbrella in his hand. His eyes were red again because of pain. Behind me, Tham Nguyet's voice still echoed.

"When I receive the money, the first thing will be to change the shop's name."

"The two words Tham Ky sound so unlucky."

I hugged the cracked blue porcelain bowl tightly in my heart. There are debts... It's not 50 yuan that can be calculated clearly. I rented a small room in the south of the city. Downstairs is a counter selling warehouse goods. At night, grease smoke rises with the wind. The window cannot be closed tightly. The whole room always smelled of spicy pepper. To Duong carried a bag of medicine and rushed straight into the room. As soon as she saw the pile of luggage I placed on the table, she immediately got angry.

"8,200,000 yuan for Tham Nguyet."

"And you 50 yuan?"

"Has Trieu Que Phan's brain been crushed by a pot lid?"