Lu Yao went home on Sunday night after a four-day business trip. The plane was delayed and it was already past 8pm when he got home. When Lu Yao opened the door of his home, he was greeted by a warm light in the room. There is music playing on the TV, the clothes and sheets on the balcony are fluttering in the wind, and there is a faint smell of laundry detergent in the air. The white casserole in the kitchen is shrouded in the dim yellow hood, and the smell of meat and rice kept warm in the rice cooker rush towards the hungry travelers...
Concept: A warm home is the most primitive yearning in everyone's heart, but it has been covered with layers of dust by the years.