"I'm back." Before going home, I went to the supermarket and delayed some time, and when Xing saw home, he found that the light in the living room had been turned on.

"Miho is back?" Mikoto Hoshimi sat up from the couch, and the coffee table was a mess of folders, mugs, and instant coffee bags.

Hoshimi looked at the large and small bags and cardboard boxes at the entrance door, and gently kicked the wall with his foot, "Is this a gift from the brand?" ”

"Yes, that's only part of it, won't it be Christmas in a while? There should be more next month. By the way, if Miho likes it, just take it away. ”

"Can I just take it to the store and sell it?"

"No, you can't."

Hearing his mother's natural refusal, Xingjian raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, feeling a little funny inexplicably, but he didn't refute it much, just put the shopping bag in the kitchen and then walked straight to the coffee table in the living room to skillfully put it away.

"This is a Mai-like picture?" Hoshimi, who was tidying up the table, pulled out a sample clip that was sandwiched in the file and turned to look at Mikoto Hoshimi.

"Hmm." Mikoto Hoshimi was still looking at the document in her hand intently, did not look up, paused for a few seconds and then explained: "The appearance of Shiraishi matches the image of one of the magazines I am responsible for, so I will push the boat with the current." ”

"But didn't my mother think that Mai was not confident enough?" Hoshimi put the photo back and squatted on the carpet to watch each other.

"Does it matter? This is the responsibility of the photographer. Hoshimi Mikoto put the document aside, no longer ignoring Hoshimi's burning gaze.

"Really?"

"What I told you before, I just want you to understand that idols are also professions. In the workplace, you need to think clearly for your boss about what value you can create and what benefits you can bring to the company. Shiraishi is very beautiful, and it is more than enough to be a magazine model, but it is definitely not possible to let her go to the catwalk now, and when it comes to cultivating her, I need to compare the costs and benefits. The reason why I told you that before wasn't because I wanted to hit you, I just didn't want Miho to be a pretty piece of waste in the future. ”

"I'll do my best."

"What else?" Mikoto Hoshimi heard her daughter's answer, and there was obviously a hint of disappointment in her tone.

"I'll think about where I'm going."

"It's not enough. Forget it, first-"

"I will find my irreplaceable place. Even in the battle of idols, I will become an irreplaceable player just like my mother. ”

"If only you could listen to me. What's for dinner tonight? I came back more than 40 minutes late tonight and went to the supermarket. Mikoto Hoshimi picked up the folder on the side again, and the plastic shell that was about to be opened was fixed in the air, and the action was interrupted by the birth of Hoshimi.

"So, Mom, are you just pushing the boat with the flow? Or is it a favor? The slightly long bangs hung down in front of her eyes, making it difficult to see her expression at this time.

"I thought you understood. These are not things you need to think about right now, you might as well think about what you can bring to the company and your fans when you have time. Especially if you feel that your value is only dependent on me to sell favors, then you need to reflect on it. ”

"Wouldn't it be too cruel to say this to a thirteen-year-old?" Hoshimi sighed and leaned on the corner of the table to slowly stand up.

"Are you really only thirteen?"

"What do you mean?" The fingers on the corner of the table instantly clasped the crack of the table, and the long hair still covered half of the side of the face, and only the faint outline of the face could be seen, pouring out a haze under the light.

Mikoto Hoshimi didn't notice the other party's stiffness for a moment, and the rustling of the paper was particularly obvious in the quiet living room, "I just think that Miho nagged like a middle-aged woman every day, and I had to be busy with work when I got home, and I was hungry." ”

"Got it." Secretly relieved, Hoshimi picked up his mother's empty mug and walked silently to the kitchen.

“miho！”

"Huh?" Hoshimi looked back at his mother, but the other party did not look up, still maintaining the posture just now.

"Mommy will always be mommy, no matter how old Miho is."

"Huh?" The voice was not loud, and the other party hung his head and looked at the document seriously, so that Hoshimi Weibu could not hear clearly.

"Mom, no matter how old Miho is, she can rely on her."

Hoshimi, who was standing, could clearly see his mother's reddened ears and unconsciously combing her hair with her fingers, and couldn't help but quip, "Then can I rely on my mother to cook now?" ”

"Oh, no. We can order food. Hoshimi Mikoto looked up at her with a smile on her face, seriousness written all over her face.

"I said mom has to learn to cook!" She almost burst into tears when she remembered her childhood when she was dominated by all kinds of fast food and the mother's love bento that she saw at noon for Minami Hoshino and others.

"Didn't Miho learn? It's good for Miho to make it for Mom. ”

"And what if I'm not there?" Looking at his mother, Xingjian didn't take a step, as if he saw his mother's brand fried meatballs with wings and flew into the air and slowly disappeared.

"Isn't there a phone number for food ordering? There are also instant noodles. ”

"Yes, thanks to my mother, I've become an instant noodle expert."

"Speaking of which, didn't Miho not allow her mother to eat instant noodles? Let's eat instant noodles in last week's show! You've eaten instant noodles! ”

"Does Mom still watch TV so late? Doesn't you get ugly if you don't sleep? It's a shame that the editor-in-chief of a good fashion magazine becomes an ugly girl! Look at your dark circles, they're scary. ”

"I have dark circles under my eyes? How could it be, my eye cream is not expired. Hoshimi Mikoto immediately picked up her phone and slapped herself hard, checking her status up and down.

"It's going to be the busiest time again! There are a few invitations on the coffee table, why don't moms take the time to take care of them? ”

Under the fanning of Hoshimi's incendiary flames, Mikoto Hoshimi immediately took out her mobile phone and began to confirm the time when she could go to the beauty salon. Hoshimi hurriedly tiptoed away from the living room and headed for the calm and peaceful kitchen, still muttering about how to take Minami Hoshino's fried chicken and Nakamoto Hikaka's meatballs tomorrow.

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Blog:

Hello everyone, I'm Xingjian Weibu, a "three beauties" blogger who combines food, beautiful scenery, and beautiful girls.

You can also simply call me Hoshimi. Beauty and wisdom coexist. Temperament and elegance are both. Instant noodle first-class taster. Not stepped.

Of course, you can call me more simply, miho.

A recent anecdote:

Ikuta, a first-class athlete who was robbed of a bento by Nogizaka, took away two pieces of fried chicken, I hope she apologizes for this, I am a woman who is destined to grow to 1.65 meters, and if there is an accident, it is all this guy's fault!

According to Staff, photos are also needed to post blogs.

That's just- great. I prepared 821 photos, but Staff-san didn't agree with me to put them in the blog.

So I can only - 9 pieces into one. Be sure to scroll down! Pull down! Pull!

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By the way, it comes with a [Eat "People" Flower .jpg]

(Erika Ikuta, who took away my rations, or maybe my height, look at this guiltless face!) Please also don't ignore the schadenfreude bridge in the back. ）