The Evil Mother-in-law: Torment Children, Work Hard, Be Rich! Chapter 94: The Recipe Is More Important Than the Son

Tong Huaqiong felt a little scared inside, fearing that judging by the way the other party was carrying the big knife, they might silence her.

But she couldn’t lose in montum. She opened her mouth and cursed Manager Feng of the Crispy Food Garden, implying that he was just bluffing and that she knew their background.

"What does that coward Manager Feng want you to do to ? Bury alive or kill ?" Tong Huaqiong asked.

The leader was stunned by this remark; this widow didn’t seem afraid.

It was too insulting!

However, Manager Feng didn’t say to kill her or bury her alive, just that she needed to hand over the pastry recipe to be set free.

This whole thing seed like they were going to kill or maim her.

Gu Dashu and Gu Taohua stood on either side of Tong Huaqiong.

"You dare, you dare touch my mother, I’ll fight you to the death." Gu Dashu said.

"Shaless Manager Feng, if you have the guts, co yourself, what’s with these underhanded tricks." Gu Taohua scolded.

Tong Huaqiong felt quite gratified, these two bad bamboos were quite filial.

At the crucial mont, they dared to stand up and protect her under the surrounding big knives.

"We don’t want your life, just hand over the pastry recipe." the leader said to Tong Huaqiong.

Sure enough, Tong Huaqiong had guessed correctly.

They were after her pastry recipe.

"Hand over to you? How do I know what you’re going to do with my recipe?" Tong Huaqiong said.

"Where is that old rascal Manager Feng, let him co to face ."

Tong Huaqiong always felt that the other party was mainly threatening her with the knives, and was unlikely to actually use them.

Generally, robbers would just imdiately kill, yet here they were going on and on.

Wasn’t Manager Feng afraid of things going wrong, or these n taking the recipe and running off?

She figured Manager Feng must be on the scene.

"Manager Feng, I know you’re here, dare to co out?" Tong Huaqiong shouted around.

Gu Dashu and Gu Taohua were flushed with anger.

The shaless Crispy Food Garden was using such underhanded ans to threaten them.

That dessert recipe was the foundation for Taohua Dessert to stand, they were about to open their own shop, but were robbed mid-way by the Crispy Food Garden.

How was the shop supposed to open now?

Everyone in the food business knew that the recipe was the foundation of opening a shop, once it fell into Crispy Food Garden’s hands, whether Taohua Dessert could continue was questionable.

"Hahaha, Widow Tong, you’re truly not a soft one."

Manager Feng erged from the bushes with his hands behind his back, striding out.

Tong Huaqiong glared coldly at Manager Feng, thinking how decent he looked yet his actions were so vile.

"You spare , will you let go?" Tong Huaqiong coldly said.

"Pah, shaless, not thinking of fair competition and resorting to crooked ways. Is this how your Crispy Food Garden developed?" Gu Dashu was furious, but with those knife-wielding robbers surrounding him, he truly wished he could tear Manager Feng apart.

Manager Feng laughed heartily, looking at Gu Dashu like he was a fool.

What’s fair competition? Isn’t business about life and death? If he relied on fair competition, could Crispy Food Garden have monopolized Yan Guan Town’s pastry market for years?

If he were any weaker, wouldn’t Taohua Dessert appear today, and who knows if Xing Hua Dessert might appear tomorrow?

Too funny, a peasant selling pastries for just a few days dared to lecture him.

Winners are kings; as long as he could maintain Crispy Food Garden’s leading position, he didn’t mind using unethical thods.

"Dare to set up a stall in front of Crispy Food Garden, this day was bound to co." Manager Feng said with a sinister smile.

This Widow Tong, in front of Crispy Food Garden, drew away how many custors from them, now she was paying back principal and interest wasn’t it fair?

"What if I don’t give you the recipe?" Tong Huaqiong asked.

"Then don’t bla for being ruthless." Manager Feng’s eyes suddenly sharpened with a fierce light.

"You can’t kill if I don’t give it." Tong Huaqiong said indifferently.

"Widow Tong, you jest, I won’t kill you, how else would I get the pastry recipe?" Manager Feng said with a face full of roguery, then suddenly his smile disappeared, saying, "If you don’t give it, I’ll cripple your son."

As soon as the words fell, two robbers grabbed Gu Dashu, one twisting his arm, the other pressing a knife to his neck.

Gu Dashu let out a scream.

Tong Huaqiong sighed inwardly; this kind of threat wouldn’t work on her.

She wasn’t Tong Dajiao after all.

"Mom." Gu Dashu’s voice trembled.

He used to be a troublemaker, but had never experienced such a hardcore scene where one wrong word could lead to death.

Even when villagers fought community brawls, won might pull each other’s hair, n would pile on top of each other.

Initially, Gu Dashu didn’t agree with Tong Huaqiong handing over the recipe, but in the face of death, he thought of nothing else.

The cold knife against his neck brought the scent of death.

Gu Dashu thought, Mother, please just hand over the recipe quickly.

What happened next was Tong Huaqiong’s response, which hit Gu Dashu like a thousand blows.

"Just a son, aren’t I capable of getting more?" Tong Huaqiong said.

Gu Dashu felt his heart sink to the lowest valley.

What did she an, had his mother given up on him?

Tong Huaqiong’s disregard for her son left Manager Feng dumbstruck.

In the common perception of the world, sons were the most important resource in a family as they could work the land, gain fa, and continue the family line.

It was the first ti Manager Feng had seen soone so indifferent to their son.

It truly opened his eyes.

Even more ruthless than him!

"Do you really not care about your son?" Manager Feng inquired.

"Of course I care; if I had a pig and my son right here, I’d certainly give up the pig to save my son. But you’re asking for sothing integral to my life, so my son isn’t that important."

"Besides, we have two more sons at ho to support us in old age, and if things get worse, I can remarry and have new kids, not a problem. Furthermore, this second son of mine is usually lazy, not a great son, losing him is acceptable, besides, he has already fulfilled Gu Family’s duty of passing on the lineage."

Manager Feng: "..."

Gu Dashu: "..."

"Mother, are you really going to watch die?" Gu Dashu said, hardly believing his own words. He thought his mother could indeed do it.

"What’s the alternative, that I die? At ho, your eldest brother farms, your third brother is studying for honors, your sister and I do business, what can you do? Taking a knife for is a blessing; it fulfills your filial duty." Tong Huaqiong said, righteously.

Gu Dashu was on the verge of tears but couldn’t cry.

The robber holding the knife was hesitating, not expecting to really have to kill!

Originally, they thought holding her at knifepoint would lead the widow to hand over the recipe to resolve the issue, not expecting her to be so persistent.

They even suspected the widow might be a stepmother, using them to get rid of an unsatisfactory son without public gossip.

"Manager Feng, should we kill or not?" the leader asked.

Manager Feng’s mouth was so dry it was as if it had peanut skin stuck to it, unable to utter a word.

He only intended to threaten Tong Huaqiong, genuinely not planning to do murderous business.

Even if they were to kill, it had to be discreetly, not just murdering in the woods like this.

If the governnt pursued this, the corporate owners likely wouldn’t shield them.