Gu Wenjuan was startled, then said, "This lunch box is mine, it's always been mine."
"Oh, oh, no problem, I just thought it was a bit of a coincidence, the style is the same, even the scratch on top is identical," the colleague laughed, "But Gu Wenjuan, what did you make? Can I take a look?"
The male colleague next to him nudged him, "Go away, are you trying to scrounge some food?"
"Hahaha, no, I just wanted to see if the dishes are different, that's all."
His words made others curious and they looked at Gu Wenjuan with expectation.
Gu Wenjuan felt quite uncomfortable under their gaze and quickly opened it.
Upon opening it, they exchanged glances, both showing surprise.
It indeed had the same style as the lunches they usually saw disposed of.
It looked very homey and smelled good too.
One of the male colleagues asked, "Wow, are you the one who's been making the lunches for the CEO's office every day?"
Gu Wenjuan was taken aback for a moment.
