The customers in the restaurant also stood up. "I'm afraid I'll get diarrhea if I eat noodles made by someone like you."
"Everyone, leave! Don't let this jerk make money," another added.
They left one by one, some even spitting at my feet as they passed by. The way they looked at me was as if I were a disgusting cockroach.
Seeing this, a few employees also left. The restaurant, which had been so lively, suddenly became desolate and quiet.
Over the next few days, not a single customer came in. Instead, someone actually poured feces and urine at my door.
I became infamous overnight. Even before the show began, my name was already trending in local news headlines. This angered my parents so much that they threatened to cut ties with me.
To make matters worse, my in-laws used their connections to launch a TV program specifically targeting me, turning the whole incident into a national sensation.
Numerous reporters came knocking for interviews beforehand, but I only told them I'd appear on the show as scheduled. Beyond that, I refused to say another word.