Employees Were Furious Because Their Lunches Kept Disappearing from the Office Fridge.
They Suspected the Quiet Janitor, So They Installed a Hidden Camera to Catch Him—
But Their Jaws Dropped When They Watched the Footage.
Their extremely wealthy boss, always wearing a Barong Tagalog and known for being very strict.
“T-The boss?!” Sheryl whispered in shock.
In the video, they saw Sir Miguel open the fridge.
He picked up Sheryl’s carbonara, smelled it, then put it back.
He picked up Roy’s adobo, tasted a bit, grimaced, and returned it.
Then he reached to the very bottom and took Mang Pedring’s old ice cream container.
The millionaire CEO sat at the small table.
He opened the container.
Inside were:
garlic fried rice, dried fried fish, salted egg, and tomatoes.
They watched as their boss’s stern face suddenly lit up.
Sir Miguel removed his expensive watch.
Washed his hands.
And began eating with his hands.
He dipped the dried fish in vinegar.
Scooped the salted egg.
He ate eagerly—like someone who had been starving.
But what shocked them even more…
He was crying while he ate.
Tears streamed down his face as he chewed the dried fish.
He looked like a child overwhelmed with longing.
“It’s so good… Mom… it’s so good…”
he whispered in the video, clearly picked up by the camera’s audio.
“This is exactly how my mother used to cook.”
The employees fell silent.
They felt ashamed.
They had suspected Mang Pedring—
but it turned out his lunch was the most special of all.
Suddenly, the office door opened.
Sir Don Miguel walked in, his serious expression back in place.
“Good morning,” he said.
“What are you watching?”
Roy and Sheryl looked at each other.
They had no choice but to confess.
“Sir… because someone was eating our lunches…
we installed a camera…”
They showed him the video.
Sir Don Miguel turned red.
The billionaire scratched his head, his strict demeanor gone.
“Ah… uh…” he stammered.
“Sorry. That’s me.”
“Sir!” Roy laughed to ease the tension.
“You can afford to buy an entire restaurant!
Why are you eating Mang Pedring’s lunch?”
Sir Don Miguel sighed and smiled sadly.
“You know, I’m tired of steak, lobster, and caviar,” he said.
“I grew up in the province. Before my mother passed away, dried fish and eggs were all we had. When I saw Pedring’s lunch in the fridge… I couldn’t stop myself. I missed my mother. I missed the simple life.”
He looked toward Mang Pedring, who had just entered to clean.
“Pedring!” the boss called.
“Y-Yes, sir?” the janitor replied nervously.
“About your lunch… I’m sorry I keep eating it,” Sir Miguel said with a smile.
“It’s just really delicious.”
Mang Pedring smiled back.
“Oh sir, that’s alright! I’ll cook for you tomorrow if you like.”
“Really?!” the boss said happily.
“Alright! Then here’s our deal.”
Sir Miguel turned to everyone.
“I’ll cover everyone’s lunch every day!
I’ll have pizza and pasta catered for all of you.
But Pedring—” he put an arm around the janitor —
“Pedring will be my Executive Chef. He’ll cook dried fish, smoked fish, and salted eggs for me every day!
And you’ll get an extra ₱5,000 monthly bonus, Pedring!”
The entire office erupted in applause.
Laughter filled the room.
From that day on, there was no longer a “ghost” in the pantry.
Every lunchtime, employees enjoyed expensive catered meals—
while the boss and the janitor happily ate together in a corner,
sharing the most delicious food in the world:
the taste of home.