Early the next morning.

While everyone was still asleep, Zhou Jianfeng tiptoed out of one of the rooms on the first floor.

At this time, the sky was not completely bright yet.

He gently closed the door, took advantage of the morning light, walked to the kitchen, turned on the kitchen light, went to the refrigerator and rummaged through it.

After a moment, he rubbed the back of his head and muttered irritably: "It seems there are no dishes suitable for breakfast. What should I do?"

After thinking for a moment, he decided to go to the supermarket outside to have a look.

"It's so early, I don't know if it's open yet."

Zhou Jianfeng changed into the shoes he had taken out and left the courtyard.

The photographer who got up early quickly followed him with his camera, yawning and thinking: Why is he going out so early?

As a result, Zhou Jianfeng went to the supermarket and found that it was not open...

However, he followed the road and found a small market nearby. He was a little confused and didn't know what vegetables to buy, so he opportunistically asked the local people.

"Auntie, let me ask you, if you have white porridge for breakfast, what kind of dishes usually go with it?"

The old lady who set up the stall was also enthusiastic and gave him several answers directly.

In the end, Zhou Jianfeng bought a few salted duck eggs and a few bags of pickled mustard at the market and went back.

When he returned to the hut, Zhou Jianfeng checked the time. Worried that he might not be able to make it in time, he entered the kitchen without any delay, washed rice and stewed the porridge first.

He got up too early and felt a little sleepy. While cooking porridge, he lay down on the dining table and took a nap.

I heard an unusual sound midway and woke up suddenly. I hurriedly ran to see the porridge and found that half of the boiled rice soup in the pot had already overflowed.

Zhou Jianfeng hurriedly cleaned up the mess, finally added some more water to the pot, and stood in front of the stove to guard the porridge that was still simmering to prevent it from overflowing again.

After a lot of fuss, the porridge was finally ready.

He turned off the fire and went to the living room to see that no one seemed to have gotten up yet. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the stairs. He walked to the sofa and lay down.

Ten minutes later, there was gradually movement in the room.

Qin Feifei came down from the second floor and saw Zhou Jianfeng lying on the sofa, and asked curiously: "Jianfeng, why are you sleeping here?"

Zhou Jianfeng heard the voice and opened his eyes in surprise. He saw that the person coming was Qin Feifei, and he was a little disappointed.

"I woke up early today and found that you haven't gotten up yet. I'm bored here waiting for you to get up," he said.

"Oh." Qin Feifei walked to the kitchen and asked along the way: "I'm going to make breakfast. I plan to make noodles today. Do you want to eat together?"

"No, I'll have porridge later." Zhou Jianfeng chuckled.

Qin Feifei ignored him and went into the kitchen. When she was about to make noodles, she found a pot of hot white porridge next to her. The portion was probably for two people.

She raised her eyebrows, looked up in the direction of the kitchen door, then pursed her lips and smiled.

"Tsk, tsk, Jianfeng got extra points today." She murmured in a low voice.

After another twenty minutes, almost all the artists and guests got up one after another.

First, Wu Wenze came out of the room, saw Zhou Jianfeng in the living room, and said hello briefly.

He walked around the first floor and didn't see Li Xuanning. Knowing that she hadn't gotten up yet, he changed his shoes and went out.

Immediately after Dong Wenqi came downstairs, when Zhou Jianfeng saw her, he immediately said hello: "Good morning!"

Dong Wenqi glanced at him and said, "Morning."

Zhou Jianfeng smiled and asked, "Is Xuan Ning up?"

Dong Wenqi shook his head and said: "Not yet."

After Zhou Jianfeng heard this, he sat back on the sofa frustrated.

Seeing him like this, Dong Wenqi could tell that he was here specifically to wait for Li Xuanning. She couldn't help but smile softly and turned around and entered the kitchen.

"What's there to eat?"

Dong Wenqi asked Qin Feifei who was busy inside.

"I'm making pasta, do you want to eat it together?" Qin Feifei asked.

"OK."

Dong Wenqi came over and was about to strike, but Qin Feifei said no.

She stood and watched for a while. When her eyes shifted, she noticed the pot of white porridge next to her and asked curiously: "Huh? You also made white porridge?"

Qin Feifei shook the chopsticks in her hand and whispered: "Ah, the porridge was not made by me, but by Jianfeng."

Dong Wenqi looked at each other silently and understood instantly. She asked in a lowered voice: "Did he do it for Xuan Ning?"

Qin Feifei nodded: "I guess so."

Dong Wenqi covered her mouth and smiled, sighing in a low voice: "Xuan Ning is so happy."

At this time, Anton and Cheng Yu, who had just gotten up, also entered the kitchen one after another.

"Eh? Are you guys up?" Qin Feifei noticed the two of them and said with a smile: "It just so happens that I am making pasta, do you want to eat together?"

"Okay." Anton put his hands in his pockets and gave her a sunny smile.

"Thank you for your hard work. Do you want to help?" Cheng Yu walked over and asked casually.

"No, I'll be ready soon. Just sit and wait to eat."

Qin Feifei began to add noodles to the boiling water pot.

Cheng Yu put his hands on the kitchen worktop and looked at it for a while, then suddenly noticed a pot next to him that was slightly emitting white mist.

Curiously, he reached over and lifted the lid of the pot, and took a look.

"Huh? Make pasta and porridge? What kind of breakfast combination is this?"

He felt strange and wondered.

"No..." Dong Wenqi was about to explain the porridge situation to Cheng Yu.

At this moment, Zhou Jianfeng, who had been in a daze in the hall, suddenly realized what he was doing and hurriedly entered the kitchen.

As soon as he came in, he saw that Cheng Yu seemed to be eyeing his white porridge...

In desperation, he stopped him: "You...can't eat that!"

Hearing the sound, Cheng Yu's hand holding the pot lid paused slightly and turned around to look.

Zhou Jianfeng walked over quickly, took the pot lid from Cheng Yu's hand, and put it back on the pot.

Cheng Yu: "..."

Zhou Jianfeng coughed slightly in embarrassment and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, this porridge is not made for you."

Cheng Yujun raised his eyebrows slightly and said "Oh". Looking at Zhou Jianfeng's excited expression, he had guessed something.

"Is it for Xuan Ning? We have guessed it a long time ago!" Dong Wenqi said with a slight smile, her eyes lightly passing over Cheng Yu.

Zhou Jianfeng touched the back of his head a little shyly, then nodded.

"Don't get excited, I didn't plan to eat your porridge."

Cheng Yu put his hands in his pockets, left a few words, and walked to the dining room table.

Feifei didn't need help here, so Dong Wenqi also went to the dining room table, pulled the chair next to Cheng Yu and sat down.

"Cheng Yu, it's our turn to cook tonight. Do you have a recipe in mind?" She smiled and found a topic.

Cheng Yu frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head and replied:

"I'm not very good at cooking, so I might have to help you plan the recipe."

Dong Wenqi smiled happily, "Then it's all up to me? I'll be the chef then? You'll help out?"

Cheng Yu: "It seems like this is the only way."

Dong Wenqi held her chin with her right hand and tapped her cheek with her four fingers, "Let me think about it, what should I cook tonight..."

At this time, Zhang Ni also got up and went into the kitchen to find something to eat.

As soon as Naihe entered the door, he saw Dong Wenqi sitting next to Cheng Yu with a bright smile on his face.

She frowned slightly and raised her voice appropriately: "Wow, it's so early for you! What's delicious for breakfast today?"

Everyone heard the sound and looked over.

"Ah, it's done. The last bit of pasta has been cooked. It may only be enough for four people. How do you prepare it?" Qin Feifei said awkwardly.

Zhang Ni was stunned for a moment, then she curled her lips with a smile and said in a soft voice:

"Sure enough, the early bird catches the worm..."

"It's okay, let me see if there is anything else I can cook and eat."

After saying that, Zhang Ni went to search the refrigerator by herself.

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To be continued...