Chapter 5 — Mom Divided 8,200,000 Yuan To My Sister, Gave Me 50 Yuan, Unexpectedly Even The Judge Was Mine

In front of the old store hangs a new banner. Traditional Flavors of the Tham Family – Opening Month. The words "Tham Ky" were pushed into a small corner. So small that it looked like a poor relative trying to force a smile. Tham Nguyet stood outside the door to welcome guests. She wore a red dress. On her neck she wears a string of pearls. It looks like a display item just taken out of a glass cabinet. La Thanh sat at the round table in the middle. On his wrist he wore a sparkling gold watch. Next to him is a middle-aged man wearing a chef's uniform. Just saw me. Tham Nguyet immediately deliberately said loudly:

"Oh, are you here?"

"I thought you were hiding in your room crying."

Several relatives simultaneously turned their heads to look over. Aunt Hai was the first to speak.

"Nem Niem."

"Your mother said you turned against your family because of money."

"Human beings should not be too greedy."

Uncle Ba also nodded.

"I'm a girl."

"Being given 50 yuan isn't much."

"This family will have to rely on Nguyet Nguyet for support in the future."

To Duong was about to object. I raised my hand to stop him. Tham Nguyet smiled even more proudly.

"Let her sit in a corner."

"Lest the sight of delicious food makes you uncomfortable."

La Thanh evaluated me from head to toe.

"Is this the little sister who only knows how to do chores that you talked about?"

Tham Nguyet immediately replied:

"That's right."

"Since childhood, I've struggled in the kitchen."

"Temperament is big."

"But there's no bravery."

La Thanh laughed.

"Cooking is not based on temperament."

"But it depends on the master."

"Today I will let you expand your knowledge of what real skill is."

I sat down at the table in the corner of the room. To Duong gritted his teeth.

"I can't stand it anymore."

"Hold on for ten more minutes."

The first dish is brought up. Beef braised with heirloom soy sauce from Tham Ky. The chef's presentation is very sophisticated. Beef is sliced thinly. But the color turned black. Aunt Hai picked up a piece. Chew twice. The expression immediately stiffened. Tham Nguyet quickly asked:

"Is it delicious?"

Auntie Hai looked at La Thanh. Look at Trieu Que Phan again. Finally reluctantly replied:

"That's okay."

"Just a little salty."

Uncle Ba took a sip of tea.

"Traditional taste."

"It's understandable that it's saltier than usual."

To Duong picked up a piece. As soon as I chewed, I immediately spit it into a tissue.

"This is what you call slightly salty?"

"It should be called burying the beef in a jar of salt for three days and then digging it up."

Tham Nguyet's face immediately darkened.

"What do you understand?"

The chef next to La Thanh also looked uncomfortable.

"Young lady."

"Perennial braised dishes focus on strong flavors."

I calmly spoke:

"Bold does not mean bitter."

"The star anise in this stock is overdone."

"Fire is not enough to eliminate it."

"The beef is black on the outside."

"It still smells fishy inside."

The chef banged the table.

"What do you know?"

La Thanh squinted his eyes at me.

"Nguyet Nguyet."

"Your sister has such a sharp tongue."

Tham Nguyet immediately stood up.

"Tham Niem."

"You came to disrupt the party today, right?"

I put down my chopsticks.

"She told me to come and see."

"I only say what I see."

Trieu Que Phan kept winking at me.

"Shut up."

The second dish was brought up. It is my grandfather's most famous stewed duck and radish soup. The bowl of soup was just placed on the table. The water surface was covered with a thick layer of yellow fat. The radish was stewed for too long. Gray color. Tham Nguyet quickly scooped it for La Thanh a bowl.

"Boss La."

"Try it."

"This is Tham Ky's specialty."

La Thanh took a sip. Eyebrows slightly furrowed. But quickly laughed.

"Not bad."

"There is market potential."

He pushed the bowl of soup in front of an old man sitting next to the window. That's when I looked closely. That was the old man sitting in the car yesterday. He wore a gray cloth shirt. Next to it is placed a stick that has been used until smooth. Tham Nguyet did not recognize him at all. She just thought it was a normal guest that La Thanh brought.

"Try it too."

The old man picked up the spoon. Take a small sip. Then put the spoon down. Tham Nguyet immediately puffed out her chest. The old man looked at her.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

The old man asked again:

"Who is your master?"

Tham Nguyet smiled and replied:

"My grandfather."

"Back in the day, he was the most famous chef in the old town."

The old man pushed the bowl of soup forward.

"If your grandfather knew you made duck soup like this."

"He will extinguish the stove himself."

The whole room immediately fell silent. Tham Nguyet's face stiffened. La Thanh quickly laughed.

"Mr. Luong."

"Young people."

"You can still practice more."

Mr. Luong turned his head to look at him.

"He said to invite me to enjoy the old taste of Tham Ky."

"I'm here."

"As a result, he gave me this to drink."

"Do you think I'm old so I'm easy to fool?"

The smile on La Thanh's face disappeared. Tham Nguyet quickly explained:

"Today it's the chef who makes it."

"Not my own hand."

The middle-aged chef immediately became angry.

"You didn't say that just now."

"She said there's no problem with the menu."

"I just need to follow the recipe exactly."

Tham Nguyet quickly pulled his sleeve.

"Don't talk nonsense."

To Duong laughed contemptuously.

"Just now you said you were the chef."

"Now turning is faster than flipping the pan."

Trieu Que Phan slammed the table.

"To Duong."

"Stop adding fuel to the fire."

Aunt Hai said in a low voice:

"This soup really doesn't taste like the previous Tham Ky."

Even Uncle Ba didn't dare take a second sip. Tham Nguyet immediately turned the spear to me.

"Tham Niem."

"Did you swap the menu?"

I raised my head to look at her. Calmly ask:

"The menu is in your hand?"

She choked. La Thanh stared at me.

"Little girl, listening to what you said just now sounds like you know your job very well."

"Can you do it?"

I didn't reply. Tham Nguyet immediately interrupted:

"Of course not."

"He's just good at speaking loudly."

Mr. Luong looked at me, his voice slowly lowered.

"Tham Niem."

"That year your grandfather still owed me a bowl of soup."

"Can we make up for it today?"

Trieu Que Phan frowned.

"Old man, do you know him?"