Chapter 3 — The Anti-Cancer Kitchen

“Full license, nutritionist to coordinate meals, safety and transparency.” “Heart-warming sick care meals, solving eating difficulties for sick people.” One package for seven days, four hundred and ninety-eight yuan. I watched and anger flared up. It turns out that she denounced not just for the sake of "public interest transparency". Kep Am's one-dollar pot was in her way. She wanted to sell rice for sixty-eight yuan, of course she had to overthrow my parents' kitchen first. After watching that ad, my mother did not scold me. She just turned off the phone. “Check it out.” "Wait until the books are checked, who is dirty and who is clean, everyone will see for themselves." The day the audit results were announced, the notice board at the back door of the hospital was filled with people. My parents didn't go. It was me who came back from taking photos. The third-party audit report covered three pages. Over the past eight years, One Yuan Kettle Stove has accumulated kitchen usage fees and donations totaling more than one hundred and eighty-seven thousand yuan. Used to buy shared rice flour and oil, kitchen utensils, disinfection supplies, support for patients in need, rent, electricity, water, and gas, totaling more than one hundred and ninety-three thousand yuan. The difference was compensated by the couple Co Minh Vien and Hua Mai themselves. In addition, over the past eight years, the couple has shouldered additional costs for rent, electricity, water, gas and repairs totaling more than two hundred sixty-four thousand yuan. No acts of pocket-pocketing, appropriation, or embezzlement of donated money were detected. I looked at those words over and over again many times. Tears almost fell. In the crowd, someone whispered: "Are you really paying for it yourself?" "More than two hundred thousand? What do those two seek?" “The accuser really creates karma.” There is also an explanation page, dedicated to responding to "dirty and messy" stories. Trash cans, vegetable baskets, pots and pans waiting to be washed in the inspection photos are all part of the concentrated cleaning phase after the end of the day's activities. The kitchen is not qualified to provide long-term meals, and there is also the problem of an incomplete system. But no spoiled or denatured food was detected. No use of expired spices was detected. No organic illness was detected, reflecting food poisoning. This statement is very fair. There's a problem. But not the type of "unscrupulous black factory" as in Diep Gia Ninh's documents. It's not like "relying on cancer patients to make money". The group completely exploded. Someone sent an audit report to the group. Very quickly, the patient's family members began to review the old story. “Diep Gia Ninh, before you said that Uncle and Aunt Hua used donated money to buy a house, where is the evidence?” “You sell nutritious meals in the group, what relationship do you have with Khang Ich company?” "Are you an agent? Do you get a commission for each order?" Someone posted a screenshot. Diep Gia Ninh once sent a message to another agent recruitment group. "The private kitchen behind the hospital has been handled, the demand for patient meals in the future is very large, we can focus on converting customers." There is also a sentence below: "The old couple does not understand how to protect their rights, the resistance is not great." I looked at those eight words and was so angry that my whole body felt cold. Not understanding rights protection. The resistance is not great. It turned out that in her eyes, my parents were not benefactors. It's the easiest obstacle to remove. Diep Gia Ninh quickly left the patient support group. But the screenshots have already spread. The hospital also issued a notice. Temporarily suspend her volunteer status. Prohibit any individual from selling meal packages that have not been approved by the hospital in patient groups. Khang Ich Company was invited to work. The people who once blamed my parents for "not getting a license, causing everyone to not have food to eat" began to change their tune. "Uncle Co and sister Hua have been wronged." “We all misunderstood.” "Can the kitchen reopen? We are willing to pay more." “Let's get a permit, everyone help.” My mother looked at the messages in the group, without any joy on her face. I thought she would feel angry. But she just put the phone down. “Clean return too late.” I said: "At least everyone knows that Mom and Dad are not greedy." My mother laughed. “What if you know?” “The kitchen still won't open.” “When dirty water comes, anyone can stand and watch the excitement.” “After you wash it off, the person who hurts is still the same person

g me.” In the evening, Diep Gia Ninh called my mother. My mother didn't listen. She called my father again. My father also didn't listen. The third time, she called me. I answered the phone. On the other end of the line, her voice was hoarse. “An Nhien, my mother hasn't been able to eat anything for two days.” “As soon as she smelled the nutritious food, she vomited.” “She kept mentioning Aunt Hua's radish soup cooked with rice water.” “Can you ask Aunt Hua to help me once?” I laugh. “Don't you have a regular meal package?” Diep Gia Ninh cried. “I was wrong.” “Let me say something to Aunt Hua.” I looked towards my mother. She sat by the window, holding in her hand the small apron that Aunt Tham gave her that year. That apron had been washed until it was discolored. She heard the content of the phone call and her eyes moved slightly. But she did not raise her hand to receive the phone. Just tell me: "Tell him, first find the doctor in charge." “Then go to the nutrition department.”