
At my night snack stall, a dishonest head chef used bad crawfish. I ordered him to throw it out, but he led a strike, demanding 30% shares. I fired them all, refusing to compromise. Later, he stole my "ancestral secret recipe" to use in a live-streamed review with a vlogger. It was a military-grade riot control pepper extract from the army. Watching the vlogger pass out on camera, I sneered: Using a Biochemical Material as a cooking base? You're going to prison.