"Have some porridge."
Qin Miaomiao: ...
Even her husband wasn't reliable—at this crucial moment, he didn't stand on her side!
At night, they could only have porridge, and it was plain vegetable porridge, not a hint of meat to be found, making it incredibly bland.
The four of them sat at the table, Mr. Jiu at the head, Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing sitting on one side, Ou Beichen on the other, and a few dishes of pickled vegetables set out on the table.
Qin Miaomiao ate without tasting anything.
Still, the atmosphere seemed quite harmonious—a family of four, finally gathered together.
After dinner, everyone returned to their rooms. Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing's room was a complete suite, including a bedroom and a study. In the study, she worked on her own tasks while Lu Qing handled his business affairs. Neither disturbed the other—they had long since fallen into this routine.
The screenplay was finally finished—it consisted of six high-concept short stories.
