Huayu 2002, I'm going to dominate the music scene!

After chatting for a few minutes, Jinsha suddenly asked, "By the way, are you free tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night? What's wrong?" Song Mo asked curiously.

"I'd like to invite you to dinner as a way of welcoming you to Ocean Butterflies," Jinsha said with a light laugh.

Although she didn't have much income from Ocean Butterflies during this period, her family was well-off; her father was a wealthy businessman, so she was not short of money.

"Tomorrow night won't work. We just moved, and we're planning to invite some friends over for dinner. Would you like to come?" Song Mo thought for a moment. After all, she was her senior sister, so she had to send an invitation.

Jinsha hesitated upon hearing this, "You've invited your friends, is it appropriate for me to go?"

"What's inappropriate about it?" Song Mo said. "You're my senior, so naturally you're my friend. Besides, there are only a few young people here, so everyone's very relaxed."

Jinsha was somewhat tempted. She had been practicing vocals lately and hadn't made many friends, so she nodded: "Okay, I'll go tomorrow. What time?"

"Around six o'clock, I'll send the address to your phone later."

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Jinsha stood up and waved to Song Mo.

After Jinsha left, Song Mo carefully collected all the lyrics and music on the table and put them into his bag.

Although I can continue writing in the office, it's definitely more comfortable to stay at home.

He's already decided that he doesn't plan to release the remaining eight songs all at once, otherwise he'll really be seen as a monster.

Besides, the album producer hasn't even been decided yet, so there's no rush.

He left Ocean Butterflies with his bag on his back and hailed a taxi home.

My phone rang as soon as I stepped inside the house.

"Brother An," he answered.

"Xiao Song," An Ming's voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with excitement, "I have something to tell you. The training for those people is complete."

Song Mo switched hands to hold the phone: "So fast?"

"What's so fast about it? It's just a few things: posting and replying, registering fake accounts, creating a few controversial headlines, and it'll all be covered in a day," Anming said. "I had them practice for two days, and they're all familiar with it. In a few more days, they'll be able to officially start working."

"Okay, then we'll do it your way." Song Mo leaned back on the sofa, quite satisfied. An Ming was indeed reliable; leaving things to him meant no worries.

"Which song should I recommend first, 'Mice Love Rice' or 'Two Butterflies'?" Anming asked.

Song Mo thought for a moment: "Let's promote 'Mice Love Rice' first. That song should spread faster. Let's start with the easy ones and then move on to the difficult ones."

"Okay, whatever you say," An Ming replied, then asked, "By the way, you're treating us to dinner tomorrow night, what time does it start?"

"Six o'clock."

"Okay, I'll be there on time." An Ming paused for a moment, "Should we call Luo Hongming along? He's helped me a lot these past few days."

"Let's invite them, they're all acquaintances." Song Mo didn't hesitate, since he didn't have many friends anyway, and with Luo Hongming, there were only four or five small fry.

After hanging up the phone, Song Mo checked the time; it was a little past three in the afternoon.

He stood up and looked around the living room. It was empty, with only a sofa, coffee table, and television.

There was absolutely nothing in the kitchen; not to mention ingredients, they hadn't even bought oil, salt, soy sauce, or vinegar.

I need to go out and buy some things.

He changed his shoes, went out the door, and went straight to the second floor.

"Knock knock knock~" He knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly.

Gao Yuanyuan was wearing a loose nightgown, her hair was casually tied up with a headband, and she had a face mask on.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Looking at her casual attire, Song Mo asked curiously, "Why are you putting on a face mask so early?"

Gao Yuanyuan argued confidently, "You don't understand. Once I join the film crew, I won't have time to put on face masks anymore. I have to make up for it now."

"Okay, stop applying the mask, you look beautiful enough. I'm going to buy something, will you come with me?" Song Mo asked directly.

Gao Yuanyuan was taken aback for a moment: "What are you buying?"

"I need to buy groceries; we're having a dinner party tomorrow, and we have absolutely nothing at home."

Gao Yuanyuan glanced at him and said, "Alright, since you've invited me so sincerely, I'll reluctantly agree. Wait a moment, I'll change my clothes."

As it turned out, Song Mo shouldn't have trusted the woman's "wait a minute," because that "wait a minute" turned into half an hour.

He had been sitting on the sofa watching half an episode of "My Fair Princess" for a while, and it has to be said that Fan Binbin was indeed very beautiful at that time.

Gao Yuanyuan only came out of her bedroom after the TV program ended and they started watching GG.

She had changed into a white long-sleeved knitted cardigan and a black skirt, and her hair was simply down.

It looks like an ordinary outfit for going out, but because she has a good foundation, she still looks beautiful just by standing there.

"What on earth are you doing? It's just changing clothes, why is it taking so long?" Song Mo asked, puzzled.

Gao Yuanyuan rolled her eyes at him and said, "You don't understand."

He put on his shoes and went out the door, not forgetting to say, "Let's go, close the door behind us."

The two went downstairs and walked out of the residential area.

Although there are shops around here, they are all small and don't have a wide variety of goods.

Therefore, I took a taxi to Carrefour in Guomao.

Carrefour is a French supermarket chain that entered China in 1995. In recent years, it has opened many branches in Beijing and is currently the most popular foreign supermarket.

When the two arrived, it was only 5 p.m., and there were already quite a few people there.

The supermarket was brightly lit, the shelves were fully stocked, popular songs were playing on the loudspeaker, and people were pushing shopping carts back and forth, creating a lively atmosphere.

Song Mo pushed a shopping cart, and Gao Yuanyuan walked beside him as the two strolled slowly inside.

"What dishes are you planning to cook tomorrow?" Gao Yuanyuan asked.

Song Mo thought for a moment: "Braised pork ribs, sweet and sour pork, shredded pork with eggs, braised fish... and stir-fried greens, and cucumber salad."

Gao Yuanyuan glanced at him: "Are you treating us or feeding the pigs?"

Song Mo snorted lightly: "Isn't this just me showing you guys what I'm capable of?"

The two spent a long time picking through the fresh produce. Gao Yuanyuan was very careful in choosing things, looking at and squeezing each item. She wanted to choose spare ribs, pork belly with a good balance of fat and lean meat, and fresh, vibrant green vegetables.

Song Mo pushed the cart behind her, watching her pick out vegetables and couldn't help but laugh. She usually seemed like a very artistic person, but when she bought vegetables, she had the feel of a middle-aged woman at the market.

"What are you laughing at?" Gao Yuanyuan turned around and glared at him.

"I wasn't laughing." Song Mo kept a straight face. "I just think you're quite suitable for a stable life."

Gao Yuanyuan paused for a moment, pretended not to hear, and put a piece of pork belly into the shopping cart.

The two then strolled to the condiment section. Gao Yuanyuan picked up a bottle of soy sauce, looked at the ingredient list, put it back, and picked up another bottle.

Song Mo leaned against the shopping cart and suddenly said, "You're supposed to be a celebrity, why didn't you prepare anything? Aren't you worried about being recognized?"

Gao Yuanyuan didn't even look up: "I'm not some big star, not many people know me."

She said this very frankly, and she really didn't have any worries about it before "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" aired.

As the two were talking, Gao Yuanyuan's gaze suddenly fixed on something not far ahead.

"Hey," she lowered her voice and tugged at Song Mo's sleeve, "look at that person in front of you."