However, Shen Wangjin didn't even raise his head. He just responded and continued to immerse himself in the documents in his hands.
When Shen Ruiwen saw this, he didn't say anything more, put down the things in his hands and retreated.
Shen Wangjin was busy until about nine o'clock in the evening.
It wasn't until he signed his name on the documents in his hand and closed the folder that the secretary knocked on the door again and brought another heated millet porridge.
"Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen said that your stomach might be uncomfortable, so he asked you to drink this bowl of porridge."
Only then did Shen Wangjin slightly raise his head and take a look.
When he saw the bowl of millet porridge, he paused slightly, then raised his hand and took the bowl of porridge.
The bone china porridge bowl that had just been heated was still very hot. When the secretary saw this, he couldn't help but exclaimed, but Shen Wangjin didn't realize it and took the spoon again.
"Did Shen Ruiwen prepare it?" Shen Wangjin asked, picking at the porridge in front of him.
The secretary responded, feeling slightly uneasy.
How can I put it, compared with the usual food, this bowl of porridge looks too insignificant, especially after reheating it twice, it looks... really unappetizing.
But she watched helplessly as Shen Wangjin fiddled with the bowl of porridge, and then put the spoon into her mouth.
The secretary couldn't help but feel nervous.
However, the next moment, she saw Shen Wangjin take out the spoon, his expression did not change, and then he put a second spoon into his mouth.
He just started eating bite after bite. The secretary came to his senses and quickly placed the pickles in front of him, "Mr. Shen, it should be more refreshing if you eat it with this."
Shen Wangjin picked up the chopsticks again and ate the pickles in front of him one by one.
When Shen Ruiwen returned to the office again, he happened to see the secretary walking out of Shen Wangjin's office carrying dishes. He quickly stepped forward and asked, "Has Mr. Shen eaten?"
The secretary glanced at the bowl and plate he was holding, as if he still hadn't recovered, "Eat."
When Shen Ruiwen saw it, he really ate it. Not only did he drink the bowl of porridge cleanly, but he also ate every pickle.
"Have you finished eating?" Shen Ruiwen couldn't help but pause.
"Hmm." The secretary said, "It seems that the food here is very suitable for Mr. Shen. I have even finished the side dishes. Can I order meals from this restaurant for Mr. Shen in the future?"
After hearing this, Shen Ruiwen was silent for a long time, and finally could only sigh.
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In the next two days, he still arranged food delivery tasks for this restaurant, but every time something was delivered, he always had to replace it with office dishes before delivering it to Shen Wangjin again.
Although he knew that such a move was simply deceiving others and unnecessary, Shen Ruiwen still did it involuntarily.
As if she didn't notice anything, Shen Wangjin restarted his normal eating pattern.
Every day, he would finish all the meals delivered by the restaurant in measured quantities, from side dishes to soups.
As a result, almost all the company's employees knew that there was a Chinese restaurant that suited Mr. Shen's taste, and the Chinese colleagues were even more enthusiastic about trying it and went to that Chinese restaurant to try the dishes.
After trying the dishes, everyone had their own opinions. The only thing they agreed on was that the food here was not as amazing as the legend said.
When this conclusion reached Shen Ruiwen's ears, Shen Ruiwen could only smile faintly, and then sighed in his heart.
Perhaps the things in this world that can be called gods are, in the final analysis, just ordinary things.