Chapter 15 — The Fish Was Dumped Into The Trash, The Marriage Also Ended

Afternoon. The other culinary account continues to open a livestream. The blogger sat in a cafe opposite Xuan Hoa Lau. On the table is a portion of carp with sweet and sour sauce to take home. He looks straight into the camera. Prepare to continue telling the story I created.

“Everyone look.”

“This is the so-called town dish.”

"Who can't make sweet and sour taste?"

"Just change the disc to another one and tell more stories about your deceased father and you can sell it at a high price."

The number of viewers in the livestream room is increasing. When I pushed the door open. The blogger clearly stopped. Manh Tinh held up his phone and followed me. Soon, he smiled again.

“Miss Hua is here.”

“That's good, please explain to everyone.”

“Is this fish dish recipe from veteran chef Xuan Hoa Lau?”

I placed the transparent document bag on the table.

“You said I stole the formula.”

“So where is the evidence?”

He leaned back in his chair.

“Netizens have the right to be suspicious.”

“If you didn't steal, then explain clearly.”

“Doubt is your right.”

“But slander is not.”

He picked up the bill and looked it over a few times. His face immediately changed.

“Who knows if this is real or fake?”

Right at that moment. Outside the door, Master Luong's voice rang out.

"I know."

He walked in with an umbrella. Followed by the current manager of Xuan Hoa Lau and two veteran retired chefs. Master Luong picked up the bill.

“This signature is mine.”

“That year, Hua Truong Ha edited the recipe.”

“Xuan Hoa Lau relied on this fish dish to support the entire banquet season that year.”

“Later the old store closed, he brought the recipe home.”

“That's not stealing.”

“Because he already owns half of this formula.”

The blogger tried to force a smile.

“Master Luong.”

“You have a good relationship with Ms. Hua, of course you will help her.”

Another veteran chef spoke up.

“What about me?”

“Today was the first time I met her.”

He looked straight at the blogger.

“Young man.”

“Xuan Hoa Lau's sweet and sour carp dish has seven and a half cuts on the fish body.”

“The tail retains the skin but is not cut off.”

“The sour sauce comes first.”

“Sweet sauce added later.”

“The fish dish on your table, the knife cut is wrong.”

“The sauce was also wrong.”

“If you don't understand, don't pretend to understand.”

A few bursts of laughter immediately rang out in the cafe. The blogger's face turned red. I put a lawyer's letter in front of him.

“Delete video.”

“Publicly apologize.”

“The media company behind you and the person who hired you.”

“I will pursue responsibility at once.”

He still tried to keep his mouth shut.

“Who are you threatening?”

Tham Duong walked in.

“Not a threat.”

“We have completed preserving the evidence.”

“Including every sentence you just said in the livestream.”

The blogger's hand began to frantically dial the phone. The direction of public opinion in the livestream room immediately changed. Someone asked who hired him. Someone keeps spamming the name Luc Minh Xuyen. Before turning off the livestream. He frantically knocked over the fish dish on the table. Sauce splashed onto pant legs. Manh Tinh lowered his voice.

“It's worth pouring like this.”

I looked at the cheap delivery fish plate on the ground.

“Don't insult the fish.”

Luc Minh Xuyen came to find me. He stood under the streetlight. The whole person looked gray and haggard.

“That video is not what you said he said so.”

“So what did you tell him to say?”

He couldn't answer. I'm holding a new box of dishes ready to take upstairs. He reached out his hand to help. I avoid it.

“I just want Xuan Hoa Lau to know that you cannot separate from the past.”

“Now I rely on Uncle Hua and Master Luong.”

“But don't rely on yourself.”

I looked at him.

“Until now.”

“You still think that I am standing here because I rely on others.”

“I didn't mean that.”

He smiled bitterly.

“Now you have nothing left.”

“The job is gone.”

“The family is also gone.”

“Mom and Giai Giai blame me every day.”

“Tell me even my wife can't keep it.”

“I just want you to also experience the feeling of being misunderstood by others.”

I looked at him.

“So you admit that that person was found by you.”

Luc Minh Xuyen's face immediately changed. I raised my phone. Screen displays: Recording.

“Luc Minh Xuyen.”

“The court forced you to pay because there was evidence.”

“If you want to prosecute online slander, you also need evidence.”

He took a step back.

“You never planned on me like that before.”

“Before, I only calculated in my heart.”

“Now I calculate in court.”

He looked at the box in my hand.

“Are you really not afraid that I hate you?”

“I'm open for business.”

“Whether you hate it or not, it doesn't affect my business.”