Without Cheng Zhirang, Mu Qiu played by herself for a while and left two hours for herself to write and save some drafts.
By dinner time, she had completed her draft task for the day. She hummed a song, went downstairs, cooked some noodles and carefully adorned it with a beautifully fried sunny side egg on top.
Then she propped up her tablet on the dining table, opened a short video app, sat on the high stool, spun around once, and happily began to eat dinner.
The stool was something she had seen in a mall two weeks ago and had it delivered to her little villa.
It's the kind of round, colorful high stool you see in bars in front of the bar counter, where you can freely turn around. You can also find them in many milk tea and coffee shops.
Sitting on it and spinning around before eating always made her feel that her happiness for the day had doubled.
