After Song Nanwu finished packing and went downstairs, Leng Mingcheng had already brought people to knock on Si Jin's door.

The captain is in a bad mood when he wakes up.

Pausing, Song Nanwu couldn't help but look over there a few more times, but it was not yet five o'clock.

As if she could imagine what Si Jin would look like after getting up, Song Nanwu slightly curled her lips. The shallow arc on that cold and handsome face was particularly moving.

The photographer nearby dutifully captured the scene and then followed Song Nanwu downstairs.

There was someone next to her who was filming her with a camera. Song Nanwu glanced at him indifferently, walked straight into the kitchen, made two buckets of instant noodles, and took two bottles of yogurt from the refrigerator and put them in boiling water to warm them up.

Breakfast at the base was originally scheduled for nine o'clock, but a group of teenagers who were used to staying up late basically slept until noon, and the breakfast prepared by the cook was often wasted.

Later, Nie Hao simply asked her to prepare only lunch and dinner. After all, thriftiness is a traditional virtue of China.

However, the cook felt sorry for these young men who played professional games and stayed at home. She strongly disapproved of their behavior of not eating breakfast and often told them that if they wanted to eat breakfast, they should tell her in advance and she would come to prepare it the next morning.

But this happened very rarely until Song Nanwu came.

Vowing to cherish the opportunity to eat delicious food in the 21st century, Song Nanwu would of course not miss a meal, and would often even eat multiple meals.

It's just that she got up a little too early today, and she doesn't know what plans the specially planned program team has for the future. She probably won't be able to eat the breakfast prepared by her aunt, so she'll just have some instant noodles to fill her stomach first!

Song Nanwu took the instant noodles to the dining table.

Si Jin also got up and walked down the stairs towards Song Nanwu. His handsome face looked normal, as if he had restrained himself under the camera.

But Song Nanwu still noticed with her sharp eyes that Leng Mingcheng, who was following behind Si Jin, had a slightly red cheek, and he rubbed it twice as if he had been punched.

"Early in the morning, the Buddhist girl eats instant noodles." Stopping in front of the dining table, Si Jin glanced at the table and said indifferently to Song Nanwu. Her pair of deep and beautiful eyes seemed to be still a little sleepy, and her eyes were a little lazy.

"Yeah." Song Nanwu agreed, pulled out a chair and sat down. Looking at Si Jin, she said, "The captain doesn't seem to eat instant noodles very often."

Glancing at Song Nanwu, Si Jin couldn't help but curl his lower lip slightly, his soft and pleasant voice a little lazy, "If I don't eat, will the Buddhist sister eat two buckets of instant noodles? I insist on eating."

Song Nanwu: “…”

He must still be holding in his grumpiness from waking up.

Glancing at him, Song Nanwu pulled over a bucket of braised beef flavored instant noodles. Unable to resist, she opened it and picked at the noodles. Without even looking up, she said, "I made you some yogurt in the kitchen."

If Si Jin wants to drink yogurt in the morning, Song Nanwu will basically boil it for him.

Doctor Tang said that eating cold food on an empty stomach in the morning is not good for the stomach, and the captain's physical condition is not very good.

I like the way she takes care of me. Si Jin couldn't help but smile. He said "hmm" and walked into the kitchen to take out two bottles of yogurt.

"Here's a bottle for you." Putting a bottle of yogurt next to Song Nanwu's hand, Si Jin sat down opposite her while drinking the yogurt, and then slowly pulled the instant noodles in front of him.

Although there was no noticeable change before and after, Leng Mingcheng felt that his nephew seemed to be in a better mood.

After all, he grew up watching him wearing open-crotch pants. To put it bluntly, as soon as his nephew sticks out his butt, he knows what he is going to do.

His eyes fell on Song Nanwu, and Leng Mingcheng raised his eyebrows slightly.