At the secretary’s section, although there were many people, seldom did ordinary individuals venture to that part, and only a few could enter the president’s office.
Yu Chen was one of them, the president’s chief secretary was another, and there were only two or three others.
This was because Yu Siqiao did not like people bustling around him or the direct stare he received from women while they looked at him.
When Yu Chen asked this, Gu Wenjuan felt a bit embarrassed and said, "I would like to see Young Master Yu."
Yu Chen frowned slightly without a trace but quickly said, "Young Master Yu is still busy, he doesn’t like to be disturbed while he’s working."
Gu Wenjuan expressed understanding, but she was still somewhat persistent as she picked up the lunchbox in her hand and said, "This is the lunch I made, could you please give it to Young Master Yu?"
Yu Chen did not expect the lunchbox to be for Yu Siqiao and paused before saying, "Young Master Yu has a designated chef to take care of his meals, you should take it back."
"But I made this myself," Gu Wenjuan said with some hope, "I heard from colleagues that this lunchbox often appears in the president’s office, you must recognize it, right?"
It was only then that Yu Chen noticed the lunchbox.
The lunchbox had obviously been used for some time and did not look very new.
But indeed, Yu Chen recognized it and he furrowed his brows after a pause.
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He had wondered why Princess Mo had someone take this lunchbox back every day, and when he often saw this lunchbox, he assumed Princess Mo was trying to use some kind of gentle policy.
Unexpectedly, the lunchbox appeared in Gu Wenjuan’s hands.
Yu Chen asked, "Where did you get this lunchbox from?"
Finally addressed with this key question, Gu Wenjuan felt slightly pleased and said, "This has always been mine; I specifically made food for Princess Mo with it."
"Made food for Princess Mo?"
Gu Wenjuan quickly nodded.
Yu Chen took a look and guessed roughly.
Inside, Gu Wenjuan was also guessing and asked, "Did Princess Mo tell Young Master Yu that she made the food herself when she sent him meals?"
Is that why Young Master Yu didn’t eat it?
Gu Wenjuan felt this was very likely.
Upon hearing this, Yu Chen shook his head, "Princess Mo, of course, wouldn’t cook herself. To quote Young Master Yu, Princess Mo’s hands are even too precious for playing the piano, let alone cooking."
And considering the appearance and taste, and the overly ordinary cuisines, it didn’t seem like it matched Princess Mo’s taste and style.
But as the deliveries persisted, Yu Chen and Yu Siqiao had come to accept that the food might indeed be her own cooking.
Now that it apparently linked to Gu Wenjuan, Yu Chen still felt somewhat mixed.
Hearing this, Gu Wenjuan also understood and whispered softly, "Indeed, Princess Mo is like a fairy, not destined for a kitchen full of oily smoke."
People really are different.
It was right for her to cook every day to please Princess Mo, whereas Princess Mo was haughty and privileged, her fingers untouched by mundane water.
Yu Chen then said, "Give me this lunchbox."
Gu Wenjuan, delighted, quickly nodded.
Yu Chen gave a slight smile, "You should go back now."
"Alright," Gu Wenjuan replied with a smile, nodding. She quickly turned around and soon said, "I heard Young Master Yu is preparing maternity items for Princess Mo. I’m a bit more acquainted with Princess Mo, so I might understand her tastes better than those seniors."