Cosine smiled embarrassedly. He just made a preliminary plan, and the specific professional direction has not yet been determined. He did not expect Kong Mingyu to be so enthusiastic.

"I understand your kindness. I'll check the information on the Internet first, and then I'll talk about it after I determine the professional direction."

"Okay, I hope we have the opportunity to become the same family. At that time, you will be my junior brother."

In the front row, Shen Mang didn't seem to be sitting very comfortably. He changed his posture, frowned, and suddenly pulled off his blindfold.

Shang Zhou, who was reading a magazine, turned his head and glanced at him.

"What's wrong?"

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Seeing Shen Mang stand up, Cosine's gaze unconsciously looked over there.

Speaking of which, after the trailer was launched, Shen Mang and Shang Zhou's CP were the most popular. Before coming to this show, he had the mentality of being a melon eater at close range, and he was also looking forward to the various Shura fields in the show.

But at this moment, when he really saw Shen Mang sitting with Shang Zhou, he didn't seem to have that kind of gossip in his heart, but a faint melancholy.

Shen Mang pushed open the door of the bathroom, took off his mask, and washed his face.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and tentatively hooked the corner of his mouth, but finally revealed a somewhat gloomy smile.

The first time he saw Kong Mingyu, he could feel that the other party was not good.

When shaking hands with him, although Kong Mingyu was smiling, his eyes were extremely penetrating, and he was watching him with vigilance and alertness.

That's the way a psychiatrist looks at a patient.

It seems that his disguise is not good enough.

Beneath this bright and bright skin hides darkness and filth that he himself could not have predicted. Kong Mingyu's eyes are vicious enough to be detected at a glance.

Thinking of how Kong Mingyu was chatting and laughing with Cosine, Shen Mang's eyes narrowed slightly.

He wiped off the remaining water droplets on his hands with paper, crumpled the ball of paper with force, and threw it into the trash can.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the plane landed in City N on time.

The group first had a light meal at a restaurant near the airport, then took a bus and went to the port to take a boat to the island.

This time, the program team arranged for them a townhouse on the island, which is close to the seaside, with open scenery and a small garden behind the villa.

"Wow, it's so beautiful here. It's even better than the house in Forest Park where we lived last time."

Lankey put down his suitcase and looked around the yard.

"By the way, who's cooking tonight?"

According to the rules, every dinner must be completed by at least two guests.

"Why don't I come, I'll cook with Xiaomang. I came too late in the last issue, and I didn't have a chance to show my cooking skills." Shang Zhou took the initiative to invite Ying.

"Why don't I help you together, I can cook some Chinese and Western food, and I can help you out." Kong Mingyu also said.

Shang Zhou hurriedly waved his hand, "It's okay, you are a new guest, just rest well. My cooking skills are decent and I can handle it."

After Shang Zhou finished speaking, he turned to Shen Mang who was changing his shoes at the entrance, "Xiao Mang, I will trouble you to wash and cut vegetables later."

Shen Mang nodded irrevocably.

After putting the luggage in the bedroom, Cosine went downstairs and wandered around, and unknowingly walked to the kitchen.

In front of the cooking table, Shang Zhou and Shen Mang were busy.

Shang Zhou has studied abroad for many years, and is good at Western food. He is good at steak and seafood pasta, and he also boils kelp and clam soup in the pot.

"Mr. Yu, are you hungry? Would you like to try some clam soup first?"

Shang Zhou couldn't help laughing when he saw Cosine standing at the door of the kitchen.

"I'm not hungry, I just want to learn the craft secretly."

Shen Mang was washing broccoli and small tomatoes. He raised his head and glanced at Cosine, "There is yogurt and fruit salad in the refrigerator. If you are hungry, you can eat some to pamper your stomach first."

Cosine met his eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and she nodded quickly.

Shang Zhou put the medium-rare steak in the pan and brought it out. He glanced at Cosine and then at Shen Mang, noticing something, Junxiu frowned slightly, "Xiaomang, your apron doesn't seem to be tied. Okay, it's a little loose, can I tie it again for you?"

Shen Mang was about to open his mouth to refuse, but Shang Zhou had already walked behind him, untied the apron knot on his back very naturally, tied it again, and tied it around his waist.

Looking from not far away, his hands were wrapped around Shen Mang's waist, like a gesture of hugging each other.

"You guys are busy first, I'm going to the living room."

Seeing the intimacy of the two of them, Cosine only felt that standing at the door was particularly annoying, he smiled awkwardly, and went to the living room as if he was running away.

Lan Qi was kneeling on the carpet and was fiddling with the huge LCD TV in the living room. He heard the director team say that the TV here has a KTV on-demand function, and the equipped Bluetooth speakers are also very professional.

He hasn't sang K for a long time, and the moment he saw the big screen, the addiction in his heart was hooked.

"Finally done, you can sing."

He clapped his hands and caught sight of Cosine walking past, Lan Qi quickly took out a microphone and stuffed it into his hand.

"Mr. Yu, hurry up, let's try to sing. I heard that the sound quality of the speakers is very good."

Kong Mingyu lived in another villa. After finishing his room, he also went down to the living room.

Cosine had a microphone in his hand, and when he was at a loss, the sofa beside him was heavy, and Kong Mingyu sat down beside him.

"Are you going to sing?" Kong Mingyu asked.

Lan Qi said, "Yeah, Doctor Kong, can you sing? Why don't you two come first?"

Kong Mingyu smiled embarrassedly, "All I can sing are old songs. I don't know if there are any."

Lan Qi pouted, "How old are you? Jay Chou, Jacky Cheung, or Andy Lau?"

"Well... Eason Chan's."

"Eason is very popular now, okay? He's not old at all."

Kong Mingyu smiled, his thick long eyelashes drooped, and turned his head to look at Cosine.