At noon the next day, the president's office of CK group.

Coco opens the lunch box and has no appetite. No wonder my son doesn't want to eat his own cooking.

It's really hard to swallow. The ribs were charred black and the vegetables brown. She didn't know if it was tomato or bell pepper. When she got up this morning, she suddenly wanted to make her own Bento and brought it to eat. It turned out to be like this.

"What are you eating?" Ryan stood at Coco's desk, looking at the black stuff in her lunch box. He frowned subconsciously.

"This is my lunch." Coco replied humbly.

"What...