The poor man and his rich man

Zhuwo Group and Regal Group happened to be door-to-door, separated by a street.

There is no way, the CBD of this urban planning is here, and there are many high-rise buildings in this area.

Regal Group is so rich that it is an ordinary, unpretentious building. Zhuwo is different. I wish it was the most beautiful kid on the street. The names are all flashing with neon LEDs into shocking characters. The exterior of the building is made of panoramic glass, with first-class lighting. , every noon is bright.

It's so hot.

During the lunch break in Luobo Lake, he escaped to take a rest, and went to the Regal Hotel opposite to eat a big pot meal.

The canteen of the Regal Group is called the Regal Hotel. There are eight major cuisines, five yuan for meat dishes, one piece for vegetarian dishes, and two yuan for half meat and half vegetarian dishes.

It is said that it is a big pot dish, the boss is simply a bodhisattva, the master chefs are all top chefs, and they are open to the public, so all the employees in this street love to eat here at noon.

Lobo Lake loves it too.

His cooking skills only stop at boiling eggs, and they will burst.

In the past, I never thought about cooking when someone took care of three meals a day. Later, when I was down and living in the school cafeteria, I could make do with it, but it was difficult to deal with it after work. No one in his family could cook. Regal Group did not relocate before. Before coming here, he was not used to the company's Western-style meals. He ate his father's boiled vegetables with salt every day, and he was almost wilting.

Mr. Mi is really a kind person.

Luobo Lake bowed to the Braised Dongpo Pork in front of him.

I wish Mr. Mi good fortune and prosperity.

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"Ahhh."

Mi Hao sneezed while holding the dinner plate.

"Mr. Mi, are you alright?" The newly hired secretary suddenly came out from behind with a bowl of porridge, so scared that Mi Hao almost poured spicy boiled fish on his face.

"It's okay." But he still politely said to the staff, "Let's eat."

"Yes, it's just that I'm not used to these things." The little secretary was full of melancholy, holding a bowl of clear porridge, which made me even more pitiful. "I still prefer Western meals, maybe because I was abroad before. Study Tour……"

"The meal subsidy in the company's meal card can be discounted." Mi Hao interrupted the secretary's [-]-word essay, and left straight away, "You do what you want."

Mr. Mi went to fetch a cup of free grapefruit tea and rinsed his mouth.

Bad luck bad luck really bad luck.

gurgle gurgling.