At 12:30, Fu Yunjian was still busy in the hotel office, and the door was knocked.
"Enter." He doesn't have a good head.
"Mr. Fu, I'm Luo from the kitchen." Xiao Luo came into the office with a lunch, put it on the table carefully, and said carefully, "this is the lunch made by the banquet manager for you..."
Fu Yunjian, who was buried in the document, finally raised his head and looked at the exquisite lunch box on the table, "well, you go down."
Luo seemed to want to say something, but he scratched his head and quickly left the office.
When taking the elevator, Luo muttered, "the banquet manager said that Mr. Fu likes spicy food, but Mr. Fu often comes to the hotel for dinner, and I didn't see how spicy the food Mr. Fu ordered..."
The lunch that Yan Shu prepared for Fu Yunjian filled the whole kitchen with spicy taste, and everyone burst into tears.
It's really strange. Has Mr. Fu changed his taste?
After Fu Yunjian finished processing the last two documents, he took the bento box and opened it.
The juicy and delicious eggplant box, the attractive braised ribs, and the fried beef with coriander... Every dish made the man's fingers move, so he picked up chopsticks and clamped a eggplant box.
"Cough!" As soon as the eggplant box was in his mouth, the pungent taste made Fu Yunjian cough uncontrollably, and the corners of his eyes were red.
Is the eggplant box so spicy?
Fu Yun frowned, and then went to clip a piece of braised ribs. The ribs were stewed very soft and melted in the mouth. However, they were still very spicy, and the spicy meaning slipped through the mouth.
He took two sips of coffee to relieve the spicy taste in his mouth.
After looking at the last dish, Fu Yunjian didn't try it. He touched his mobile phone and sent a message to Yan Shu, [banquet manager, are you targeting me?]
Yan Shu seems to have arrived at the hospital, and the news is returned soon, [what does it mean?]
Fuyunjian, [should I ask you? Let you cook me a lunch. What do you mean by making every dish so spicy? Your braised ribs are spicy?]
Yan Shu, [Oh, I think President Fu has no spirit these days, and eating spicy food is good for your health, so I put a little more spicy.]
Yan Shu, [it doesn't matter, Fu Zong doesn't look down on my cooking. He can eat others' food.]
Fu Yunjian saw her reply and said, "I'll cook for you. If you don't appreciate it, forget it. Goodbye." he simply laughed angrily.
Coldly, Fu Yunjian saw that Zhang tezhu sent a screenshot to himself, which was a group of colleagues in the hotel.
Everyone was gossiping. Before him, a woman was pounding on the wall of the elevator. She was guessing who the woman was. It was hot.
Seeing this picture, Fu Yun admonished why Yan Shu wanted the food to be so spicy to revenge herself tomorrow.
Fu Yunjian narrowed his long eyes and sent a haircut to the hotel personnel department via wechat.
Soon, several colleagues in the hotel saw the news of the haircut of the personnel department, [@ all members, the lady who took the elevator with Mr. Fu in the morning is the person Mr. Fu is chasing. Don't pay too much attention to this, what to do or what to do.]
Colleagues quickly replied 'yes', but in addition, the gossip group of hotel staff was fried.
[lying in the trough, did I hear it right? Mr. Fu has to chase a woman himself?]
[to tell you the truth, President Fu didn't stay with Miss Gu for a long time. I once doubted president Fu's sexual orientation...]
[I'd like to see what the lady looks like and whether she belongs to any department of the hotel.]
[isn't the elevator monitored? Hey, is there a big brother in the monitoring room in the group? Come out and let us know.]
An employee in a monitoring room who is watching gossip group wants to swear at his mother in his heart.