Originally, the two brothers were like bullies at the local market, and many people were angry but dared not speak. Now, with Lin Yun mentioning the waste of food, even though everyone was afraid of the two brothers’ "tyranny," they gathered the courage to expose their misdeeds. Director Wu was so angry that his body trembled. "I can’t believe I didn’t know someone was acting so arrogantly in my jurisdiction!" Secretary Wang gave Director Wu a sidelong glance, "These issues, you explain to your superiors yourself, no need to tell me." Director Wu dripped two cold sweats, "Secretary Wang, look at this issue..." "Comrade Lin, I will make Chen Hu and his brother cover today’s losses for you. We will ensure justice for you and your family." Lin Xiang wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand, "Thank you, Secretary Wang. If it weren’t for you intervening, I don’t know how badly my mom and brother would have been bullied." "But Secretary Wang, I’m afraid the brothers will retaliate against us, so could the compensation money be given to you? Then when I go to report work to the town government leaders tomorrow, you can hand it to me?" Lin Xiang said this deliberately for Director Wu and the Chen brothers to hear. She was under the protection of the Township Party Secretary! Let’s see if they dare to make any more trouble in the future! Of course, Secretary Wang agreed. Lin Xiang said to Mrs. Lin, "Mom, you and my brother should go back first. I still need to accompany the foreign visitors. I’ll be back a bit later." Mrs. Lin was still distressed over the overturned soup base. Just one bucket cost several yuan, and not only was it labor-intensive to redo it, but it also cost more money. "Mom, Secretary Wang has promised us that the brothers will definitely compensate us. We won’t suffer a loss. You and my brother should go home. My brother’s hand is injured and needs to be bandaged." Only then did Mrs. Lin notice Lin Yun’s knuckle injury. Just now, he used this fist to protect her; otherwise, the man’s knife would have hit her arm. Although he wasn’t her biological son, he was still useful at critical moments. "Alright then, we’ll head back first. Don’t stay in town too late, and if you come home too late, call the team, and let your brother pick you up." After resolving the stall issue, Lin Xiang finally returned to find Mr. John and his group. Secretary Wang, knowing the Lin family was in trouble, was worried Lin Xiang might suffer, so he went to find the director of the police station. John, afraid of getting lost in an unfamiliar place, sat on the steps after Lin Xiang and Secretary Wang left. Foreigners are generally taller than people from Hua Country, and the steps were low, so they had to bend their legs, looking quite pitiable at first glance. "Lin, are you also a businessman?" Lin Xiang spread her hands, "Can’t really say a businessman, at most just a small vendor, taking advantage of the large crowd during the fair to sell some spicy noodles." "What’s spicy noodles?" "They are made from sweet potato noodles, cooked in a soup base made with various seasonings. Once cooked, they are eaten as spicy noodles." Lin Xiang asked, "Mr. John, would you like to try some?" "Of course, you can." As long as the foreign guests had reasonable requests, Lin Xiang would definitely try her best to satisfy them. So, after circling around once, Lin Xiang brought the foreign guests back to the state-owned restaurant. "Are you saying you want to cook sweet potato noodles for the foreign guests to eat?" Chef Shen was filled with disbelief at Lin Xiang’s words. Those sweet potato noodles, can foreigners even get used to them? "To be precise, it’s spicy noodles. Brother Shen, could you chop some minced meat for me? Adding minced meat to the soup base would taste better." Hardworking Chef Shen went to work. His basic skills were solid; with both hands chopping, in no time, he turned a piece of three ounces of pork into minced meat. Seeing Lin Xiang was focused on brewing the soup base, Chef Shen said from the side, "About that issue of you selling work information, I must apologize." "My daughter Tiantian was spoiled since childhood; hence, she has such a simple personality and can’t distinguish right from wrong. She easily got tricked into talking. She didn’t mean to reveal that you sold work information." Lin Xiang didn’t look up, "It’s in the past, Brother Shen, let’s not discuss it anymore." Although Lin Xiang acted like she was not bothered, Chef Shen knew that she must be angry. After all, when the job was sold, they agreed it had to be an absolute secret, and it hadn’t been long before Niu Tiantian, with her big mouth, revealed how she spent 800 yuan to buy a job. Unfortunately, someone with an agenda overheard this and brought Lin Xiang quite a bit of trouble. Even though Lin Xiang never mentioned it, anyone would be angry about having a verbal agreement broken. "Done!" Lin Xiang cooked a pot of noodles, dished out portions into several bowls. "Brother Shen, I’ll go deliver the spicy noodles to Mr. John first. Could you keep an eye on the pot for me? If the bone soup is ready, help me cook the noodles in it." When the spicy noodles were served, John looked at the fiery red color, his face creased into a bun-like expression, "It looks really spicy?" "Looks spicy, tastes even spicier." Lin Xiang placed a bowl in front of John and handed him chopsticks, "Why don’t you give it a try first?" John hesitated a bit. He had heard that eating Hua Country peppers could make you sick, with mild cases leading to a sore throat and severe cases possibly requiring injections. But the bowl of noodles in front of him was exuding an enticing aroma that he simply couldn’t refuse. After some thought, he decided to try it. If it did cause a sore throat, he would never eat Hua Country food again! No, he would never eat red Hua Country food again! Except for tomato scrambled eggs. "Cough, cough..." Sure enough, John got choked by the chili, and Lin Xiang quickly handed him some cold boiled water. After John managed to soothe the burning sensation in his throat, he clumsily picked up his chopsticks for a second bite. And got choked again. Water, noodles, cough, more water, more noodles, cough again... After repeating this cycle a few times, John finally skipped the coughing step. He alternated between eating a bite of noodles and drinking water, feeling that although it was so spicy his lips felt swollen, his mouth and the tip of his tongue were immensely satisfied. He pushed his now soup-only bowl in front of Lin Xiang, "Lin, it wasn’t enough. Give me another bowl." Lin Xiang couldn’t help but glance at the others. Though they had tried a bit, it was clear that the other’s acceptance of spicy noodles was not as high as John’s. "Mr. John, I’ve also prepared bone soup sweet potato noodles. Would you like to try those?" "Yes, I’d like to eat," John replied decisively, afraid that if he delayed, he might miss out. Lin Xiang also asked the others for their opinions, and after receiving unanimous affirmative answers, she took the tray back to the kitchen.