Chapter 8 — The Fish Was Dumped Into The Trash, The Marriage Also Ended

I put the fish on a plate. Drizzle with sauce. A layer of shiny red sauce covers the fish body. The fish's tail curls up high. Master Luong picked up a piece. He chewed for a long time.

“Not exactly the same.”

I await your review.

“My father's fish dish is rich and hearty.”

“My fish dish is sharper.”

“The sour taste comes first, the sweet taste stays later.”

“More suitable for diners' tastes now.”

A young chef was not satisfied.

“Master Luong, can just one fish dish really be a popular dish?”

Master Luong gave him his chopsticks.

“Taste it.”

That person picked up a piece. The disdain on his face immediately disappeared. Right at that moment. There was applause outside the door. I turned my head. Tham Duong is standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

“I came at the right time today.”

Master Luong burst out laughing.

“Director Tham, is this your employee?”

Tham Duong looked at me.

“Before, yes.”

“Not sure after that.”

I took off my apron.

“Director Tham, I haven't quit my job yet.”

“There's no need to rush to choose.”

She handed me a file.

“The center is preparing to open a class to experience family meals.”

“We lack a person in charge.”

"Xuan Hoa Lau lacks someone to inherit the town."

“I can cooperate with both sides.”

“No need to continue hiding behind the position of office worker anymore.”

I opened the file. Profit sharing ratio. Right to register course names. Food copyright. Everything is clearly recorded. Luc Minh Xuyen wants me to give him resources. And Tham Duong put my name first. The phone suddenly vibrated. It's a message from Luc Minh Xuyen. 【Nam Chi, Director Truong has suspended you from work. Please explain to Master Luong for me, this is just a family matter.】 The second message was quickly sent. 【Your mother has high blood pressure again. Go see her.】 I placed the phone screen face down on the table. Master Luong asked:

“Aren't you coming back?”

I picked up my chopsticks and picked myself a piece of fish.

“If the fish is cold, it won't taste good anymore.”

Luc Minh Xuyen rushed straight into Xuan Hoa Lau. At that time, I was trying out the menu with everyone in the front lobby. The photography team invited by Tham Duong is filming a promotional photo. He pushed the door open and entered. Followed by her mother-in-law and Luc Giai Giai. As soon as she saw me wearing a chef's uniform, my mother-in-law was stunned. But he quickly smiled.

“Mom is making soup for you.”

“Mom was wrong yesterday.”

“Mom, I'm sorry.”

She placed the thermos on the table. Luc Giai Giai also forced a smile.

“I already took the pearl necklace to be repaired.”

"I've already explained everything from Trieu Minh's side."

“Can you help me say a few words?”

I don't accept soup pots.

“This is the place to work.”

Luc Minh Xuyen lowered his voice.

“Let's go outside and talk.”

"I'm busy."

He glanced at the surrounding cameras. There was a gentle smile on his face.

“Don't let outsiders laugh at you.”

“Your mother is old.”

“Last night she stayed up all night, just hoping to apologize to you.”

The mother-in-law immediately wiped away her tears.

“In my entire life, I have never bowed my head to anyone.”

“Nam Chi, consider me treating you as my own daughter.”

“Don't get divorced anymore.”

In the lobby. The guests who came to try the dish all looked over. Luc Giai Giai said in a low voice:

“Everyone is looking.”

“You can't let people think you're unfilial.”

I booked menu down.

“Then say it in front of everyone.”

Luc Minh Xuyen's face immediately changed. I opened the lid of the thermos. Inside was a pot of greasy pork trotters soup.

“Do you remember that I can't eat pork trotters?”

Mother-in-law was stunned.

“Since when can you not eat?”

“I have allergies.”

“Before getting married, Luc Minh Xuyen took me to meet her for the first time.”

“Grandma cooks pork trotters soup.”

“I had to go to the hospital after eating.”

“At that time, she also said that a greedy girl deserves her life.”

A camera assistant standing next to him took a deep breath. Mother-in-law still tries to argue.

“It was many years ago.”

“Who can remember?”

I looked at her.

“I remember Luc Giai Giai doesn't eat coriander.”

“Remembering Luc Minh Xuyen has a stomachache.”

“Remember Trieu Minh's mother likes to drink Pu-erh tea.”

“But my story…”

“She can't remember a thing.”

Luc Minh Xuyen interrupted me.

“Don't bring up old stories anymore.”

I looked at him.

“Let's talk then.”

"Yesterday I met with Director Truong and said that I would be in charge of connecting the dish with Xuan Hoa Lau."

“You also said I'm your wife, you can sign my power of attorney for me.”