We ate breakfast together under the camera. Lin Feinian ate whole wheat bread without changing his expression, while the music played one of the songs from the album.

Song Nanyi took the initiative to ask Mei Liu with a wink, "Sister Mei, when will our album be released?"

Mei Liu was also sitting at the dining table and having breakfast with them, she was drinking soybean milk slowly.

"It's already on sale this morning, can you give some refreshment to your album?"

Oh?

Lin Feinian couldn't hold back, laughed out loud, and choked on the whole wheat bread again, turned his head and coughed non-stop.

But there is no less smile in the cough.

The sarcasm at the corner of Zhong Jianye's mouth became bigger and bigger, Song Nanyi angrily twisted a large piece of bread, and forced it into Zhong Jianye's mouth: "Shut up, don't laugh."

Qi Jun handed Lin Feinian his iced Americano, and Lin Feinian took a sip, wrinkling his face in pain.

"I declare that iced Americano is worse than whole wheat bread." Lin Feinian scooped up the mineral water on the side, and gulped down half of the bottle.

Song Nanyi said: "It's fine if it's bitter, and it still has a sour taste, so the captain likes to drink it."

With a calm expression, Qi Jun walked to the island in the kitchen and made himself another glass of iced Americano.

Then, in front of Song Nanyi, he drank it in one gulp.

Song Nanyi frowned as if feeling empathy.

"A glass of iced Americano in the morning will reduce swelling." Qi Jun glanced at Song Nanyi's face.

"You need a cup too."

"..." Song Nanyi turned to Lin Feinian and complained, "The captain mocked my swollen face."

Qi Jun said with a cold face: "That's your own idea, I didn't say that."

Watching Song Nanyi shriveled, Zhong Jianye unceremoniously fell down: "If you eat more, your face will really swell up."

Lin Feinian took a bite of the whole wheat that tasted not much better than the iced Americano, and shrugged at Song Nanyi's mournful face.

After breakfast, Zhong Jianye and Song Nanyi leaned on the sofa and watched TV. "Singer's Spring" was replayed countless times on the TV.

Qi Jun sat on the lazy sofa on the enclosed balcony with his laptop and guitar in his arms, composing songs seriously, and occasionally called Lin Feinian over, pointing to a certain song and telling Lin Feinian how to choreograph.

Lin Feinian had learned choreography. He counted Qi Jun's beats and danced a dance that he had choreographed neatly.

"Can this catch the beat?"

"What if I make the back go faster."

"The movement can also be faster, but it doesn't feel as good as before. If you want a faster beat later, you can change it to this..."

The four completely ignored the camera, immersed in their own little world.

The theme of this group shooting is their daily life. For the four of them who have been busy with their schedules for the past few days, this is a rare holiday.

Time passed slowly, the decorative clock hanging on the wall turned a half circle, and the sun slowly rose from the east to the middle of the sky.

Song Nanyi browsed the takeaway software with his mobile phone in his arms, and occasionally asked other people for their opinions and asked them what they wanted to eat.

Qi Jun and Lin Feinian were immersed in creation, and their reply to this was only two words.

Zhong Jianye was not that attached to eating, so he picked up Song Nanyi's phone and looked it up and down, and finally returned it.

"Eat whatever you want, not too spicy."

Song Nanyi had difficulty choosing, and he suddenly said, "Why don't we go out to eat coconut chicken|, it's pretty light."

Lin Feinian raised his head and looked at Song Nanyi: "Coconut chicken? It might be inconvenient to go out to eat now."

Song Nanyi tilted his head: "Then we can do it ourselves, this tutorial is not difficult."

Make your own lunch?

Lin Feinian subconsciously looked towards the camera and silently counted the number of people.

"You can do it yourself." He stood up while supporting the small table, and continued, "Then let's buy more, there are quite a lot of people."

Song Nanyi actively raised his hand: "Niannian and I will go shopping together!"

Zhong Jianye pinched Song Nanyi's dreadlocks: "Your hair is too conspicuous, I just go with Nian Nian."

Song Nanyi touched his braid with a backhand: "It's okay, the color of the hair is also very conspicuous every year."

"But among us only Nian Nian can cook, if he doesn't go, do you know what to buy?"

Song Nanyi closed his mouth, and made an ok gesture: "Then I'll go unpack the courier, and the toy I bought has arrived."

Qi Jun was still immersed in his own creative world, the other three split up, Lin Feinian put on his hat, and drove to a nearby supermarket with Zhong Jianye.

"Fresh chicken, and... six coconuts." Lin Feinian thought about the number of people, "There are so many filming staff, it is estimated that three pots are needed to cook. Fortunately, our dining table is big enough."

"But there seem to be only two pots at home." Zhong Jianye recalled, "I'll go buy another one."

"Okay." Lin Feinian agreed.

He looked over to the vegetable area, and said to Zhong Jianye, "I'll go over there to buy some side dishes, and you can come here to find me when the time comes."

"Um."

Lin Feinian picked out a few side dishes that everyone liked, and also took two boxes of Song Nanyi's favorite beef slices.

The beef slices were cut and placed in disposable boxes by the merchant. Lin Feinian picked two boxes and put them in the shopping cart.

He was pushing the shopping cart to leave, but was accidentally hit head-on by a shopping cart in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Before Lin Feinian could react, he heard the apology from the other party.

Most of the aisles in supermarkets are not very wide, and Lin Feinian is not angry about being bumped into.

He pulled down the brim of his hat, said in a low voice that it was okay, and then pushed the cart back to the vegetable area.

Yu Han held the shopping cart tightly in her hands, and looked at the back of Lin Feinian leaving, she seemed to see the smoky purple hair leaking from the gap in the hat.

Lin Jincheng walked over from the other side of the shelf and saw Yu Han standing there in a daze. He put the spare ribs he got in the shopping cart and asked her, "What's the matter, who did you see?"

"It seems to be someone A Zhou likes." Yu Han was not too sure.

She quietly clenched the hand holding the shopping cart.

I don't know why, but when see that young man, always have a strange feeling in heart.

Lin Jincheng followed Yu Han's line of sight, but there was no one there.

Yu Han smiled and turned his head: "It may be wrong, right, have you got the ribs?"

"Take it, do you want to make corn rib soup for A Zhou?"

"Yeah, you have to let him go to Vast Sea to entertain and train his hands, and watch him not come home for several days."

"He chose it himself."

"Okay, okay, the question was chosen by A Zhou himself, but I feel sorry for A Zhou to stew soup for him, I have nothing to say."

...

After Lin Feinian and Zhong Jianye finished shopping, they pushed the shopping cart to the underground garage.

Putting the dishes in the car, Lin Feinian pulled away the co-pilot and sat down. Zhong Jianye drove back to the community.

When entering the community parking garage, Lin Feinian felt a little stuffy inside the car, so he lowered the window a little.

He casually looked out the window, and happened to see a lady sitting in the back seat across from him, and the window was lowered.

The eyes of the two met unpreparedly.

Lin Feinian was very impressed with this face, and he had searched for news before.

It is the wife of Lin Jincheng of the Lin Group, Yu Han.