Home.
The three of them were eating breakfast together.
Breakfast wasn't particularly delicious. As it was Beijing, all the store owners who usually sold breakfast had gone back to their hometowns for the holidays. There was only a small store run by locals across the street that had still been open. There was really nothing much to compliment on the taste, but they would have to make do with it.
Mom grumbled, "Too much, just too much!"
Dad also understood the situation. "Every new chief brings in his aides. Now that the Spring Festival Gala has changed Executive Directors, the planning will definitely be different, nor would be it be the same, or else would it be able to highlight himself?"
Mom asked, "Little Ye, Zhang Yuanqi's past songs aren't suitable for the Spring Festival Gala?"
Zhang Ye was eating fried dough sticks. "She has songs, but she must have sung all of them in her past appearances at the Spring Festival Gala over the years."
