Jin City, Cultural Old Street, Linlin Studio!
Although it's called a studio, it's really just a small photography space.
A man with a face full of stubble, wearing a tank top and holding a sunflower fan, lay lazily on a recliner with his eyes closed, restoring his energy.
Ou Linlin came back from outside, carrying a basket of groceries, and when she saw him slacking off again, she said, "Hey, you deadbeat, all you ever do is sleep, sleep, sleep. You fish for three days and dry your nets for two; our house is about to run out of rice!"
"What? Didn't I just give you five hundred yesterday? How can we be out of rice already?" Sun Nanjue muttered indifferently, turned over, and continued to sleep.
"There's no doing anything with you!" Ou Linlin glared at him, then pushed open the studio's gate, and put out a sign with the price list, officially starting the new day's work.
