Chapter 14 — The Fish Was Dumped Into The Trash, The Marriage Also Ended

After hanging up. I sent a message to Tham Duong. 【Family meal experience class can open another course.】 【I have space to teach small private kitchen classes.】 Messages are responded to very quickly. 【Write your name on it.】 I smiled slightly. This house is no longer the Luc family's wedding house. It will become my kitchen. My class. Where I started my life again. Three months later. The first course of "Gia Yen Nam Chi" officially opened at home. The living room was converted into a long dining table. The balcony is full of herbs. The kitchen was replaced with a brand new kitchen set. The first dish is still carp with sweet and sour sauce. In the class there is a young girl. When slicing ginger, just cut and wipe your tears.

“My boyfriend also doesn't let me eat sour food.”

“He said no one in his family likes sour taste.”

“If you want to marry into their family, you have to change.”

Everyone looked at me simultaneously. I put the fish in the oil pan.

“What you like...”

“There is no need to use a marriage certificate in exchange.”

The girl was stunned.

“But he said family members must know how to tolerate each other.”

“Giving in means both of you taking a step back.”

“I'm not the only one backing up to the wall.”

The fish in the pan has taken shape. I picked it up. Fry a second time. Right at that moment. The doorbell rang. Manh Tinh ran to open the door. A moment later he returned with a strange look on his face.

“Luc Minh Xuyen is here.”

I wiped my hands and walked out. Luc Minh Xuyen stood in front of the door. In his hand he held an envelope.

“I came to pay the first payment.”

I take it. Inside was twenty thousand yuan.

“I think you can transfer the money.”

“I wanted to come meet you by the way.”

He looked inside the house. Around the long table are students studying. On the wall hang pictures of my parents. In the kitchen, there is a faint sweet and sour aroma.

“This place has changed a lot.”

He said softly:

“It looks more like a roof than before.”

I didn't invite him in. And he also understood that he should not walk through that door.

“Giai Giai went to work in another province.”

“My mother followed it too.”

“They asked me to ask you…”

“Can we stop asking for that money?”

"Cannot."

He nodded.

“I know.”

Inside the house, a voice rang out:

“Is sweet and sour sauce okay?”

I turned my head to respond. Luc Minh Xuyen looked at me. The eyes are extremely complicated.

“Before, when I was busy in the kitchen…”

“I never went in to look once.”

“So you don't understand the temperature of the stove.”

“I understand now.”

“But it's too late.”

I don't answer. He neatly placed the envelope down and turned to leave. I closed the door. Return to the kitchen. The sweet and sour sauce is just shiny. I lifted the pan. Sprinkle evenly over the fish body. The sweet and sour fragrance immediately spread throughout the room. The young girl tasted a piece. Bright eyes.

"So delicious."

I smiled.

“If you like, eat a little more.”

No one will dump my fish in the trash anymore. When the third course of "Gia Yen Nam Chi" opens for registration. A new problem appeared. A famous culinary account posted a video denouncing me. They said I stole the recipe from veteran chef Xuan Hoa Lau. Taking advantage of his father's reputation to sell touching stories to make money. In the video. People cut and paste some old menus. Attached is a photo of me trying the dish in the kitchen. The comment section quickly exploded.

“Who is Hua Nam Chi?”

“Lean How could a dish be named after her?

Someone also said:

"After divorce, women like to build an independent image the most."

“In the end, it's just to sell the course.”

Manh Tinh was so angry that he walked around in the living room.

“This account has definitely received money.”

“You see.”

“The previous two videos also praised Luc Minh Xuyen company's food street.”

Tham Duong gave me the tablet.

“I have investigated.”

“This account is under contract with a media company.”

“Luc Minh Xuyen is currently working as a temporary consultant for that company.”

I looked at the words “stealing the formula” on the screen. Don't speak up right away. Master Luong called.

“Xuan Hoa Lau will issue an official statement.”

"Wait."

He was immediately impatient.

“This is no small matter.”

“What long-standing brands fear most is being accused of stealing their formula.”

“I know.”

I opened the drawer. Take out the old recipe book my dad left behind. On the last page. Clip a yellowed bill. That's a bill for buying fish from the past. On the day Xuan Hoa Lau closed temporarily, Master Luong and my father practiced that fish dish together. On the back of the invoice there are two lines of handwriting. Carp with sweet and sour sauce, Truong Ha edited the recipe. The dish was successful and was selected for Xuan Hoa Lau's annual banquet. Below are the signatures of Master Luong and the boss that year. Manh Tinh's eyes widened.

“You have this, why didn't you take it out sooner?”

I placed the receipt in a transparent storage bag.

“Because I don't want to drag my dad out to argue with them.”

Tham Duong looked at me.

“No need to argue now.”

“It's about returning honor.”