049 Mr. Fu and Beef Fried Rice_1

Fu Family:

During lunchtime, Fu Jingshen took out the takeout box on his desk and pursed his thin lips.

It was his first time bringing lunch to work.

Leftovers from last night, no less.

Well, primarily, it was the meal snatched from the Great King's mouth.

He hadn't forgotten how last night he had poured the beef fried rice into the container under the Great King's resentful gaze.

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Fu Jingshen stood up, carrying the takeout box towards the pantry.

It was his first time heating up food personally.

The secretaries on the top floor were literally dumbfounded, tentatively greeting him.

"Mr. Fu, hello."

"Mm."

The secretaries couldn't help but feel that, although warming up lunch was such a common task, Fu Jingshen managed to do it with such grace, leaving other men without a chance.