"Come in."

With the voice-controlled lights in the entrance hall, Jin Jiula changed into slippers and urged Jin Minshuo who was following behind him.

"This is my son's slippers, maybe a little small, you can just put it first."

Kim Minshuo bowed restraintly to thank him and took off his shoes that were already dirty on his feet.

"Don't be too restrictive. I'm the only one living in the family recently, and now I'm adding you." Jin Jiula kicked and stepped into the kitchen: "What do you want to eat? Is ramen okay?"

"It's okay, I can't eat it." Jin Minshuo waved his hand politely to refuse, but before he finished speaking, a gurgling sound from his stomach made him blush with embarrassment.

"Haha." Jin Jiula smiled casually and said, "Sit down and eat together. I can't cook either. I used to be his fuck--"

Jin Jiula's voice stopped abruptly. Jin Minshuo, who saw that his expression was wrong, would not ask too much. He quickly changed the subject and said, "Is Dongxian..."

"Dongxian has been living in the company's dormitory since his debut, and he has a lot of itineraries, so I told him not to come back if he has nothing to do."

While boiling water, Kim Jong-la smiled and talked to Kim Min-soo. It can be seen that he was still very proud of his son.

"But you really don't know who I am?" Jin Jiula suddenly changed her mind and began to interrogate: "Don't you think my face is very familiar? Haven't you seen it on TV?"

This stumped Kim Min-soo. He smiled awkwardly: "Well, I have had bad things recently, so I don't have time to watch TV..."

While saying this, he quickly used his brain and recalled in his mind: "Jin Jiula...Jin Jiula..."

"Maybe," Seeing Jin Jiula tearing the ramen packaging bag unhappily, Jin Minshuo had a flash of inspiration and hesitated and tentatively said: "Golden Fishery..."

"Yes! I have an impression! I just said that older people may not remember me. My show among young people is still very popular!"

Kim Jora was so happy that she was coaxed by this sentence and smiled happily. Kim Minshuo sat alone at the dining table, a little confused, but she still breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

God knows I've only seen one of them...

The ramen was cooked very quickly. Within three minutes, Jin Jiula even brought the pot to the dining table. Jin Minshuo quickly helped and went to the kitchen to get two pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

"Eat quickly, don't be polite." Jin Jiula slapped the ramen taken out of the pot, urging Jin Minshuo to move his chopsticks quickly.

"Yes, thank you, Uncle Jiula." The fragrant food was placed in front of me. My stomach, which had been hungry for a long time, could no longer be suppressed. I didn't care about the etiquette of the dining table, Jin Minshuo smashed it and smacked it, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Seeing his somewhat embarrassed eating look, Jin Jiula, who was sitting opposite him, slowly stopped chopsticks, and a hint of warmth appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You eat first, I'll call." Jin Jiula said, and got up and went into the bedroom.

Kim Minshuo didn't forget to signal him with his eyes: "Okay, don't worry about me."

Finally, even the soup at the bottom of the pot was clean. My stomach, which had been empty for a long time, finally felt a little full. Kim Minshuo twisted his arms back and stretched his big waist.

"Woo." It touched the wound on the body, and the stretched muscles made Kim Minshuo feel a muffled groan.

Seeing that Jin Jiula was not coming out yet, he packed up the dining table and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Downstairs of the apartment, a man in black looked at the lights from the window with a telescope, motionless.

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"Okay, OK, I understand. You can come back if you have time these days. I'll introduce you to each other."

While hanging up the phone, Jin Jiula walked out of the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen.

"Minsuo..." His voice stopped abruptly as if he was pinched his throat.

The figure surrounded by a pink apron turned around by the sink: "Uncle." He nodded, but his hands were constantly moving.

Jin Jiula blinked, and the familiar figure gradually turned into Jin Minshuo's face.

"Oh, that, you..." Jin Jiula was stunned for a moment, and then she came back to her senses and remembered what she wanted to say.

"You come and sit down first."

"Wait a minute, you'll finish washing soon." Kim Minshuo replied, Xun finished his work, wiped his hands on the apron, and walked to the dining table to sit quietly.

Jin Jiula looked at him with a serious look and full of scrutiny. Jin Minshuo was pounding in his heart, but he didn't show any of it on his face.

"Are you sure you want to participate in the "shomethemoney" competition?" After a long silence, Jin Jiula asked bluntly: "You should know that I still have a few good variety shows in my hands now. If you are a guest of ****, I can ask the PDF to add some of the performance fees for each episode as appropriate-"

"No need for uncle." Kim Minshuo interrupted Kim Jong-ra's advice. He raised his head, his eyes full of gratitude: "It is already a huge trouble to ask you to help me guarantee my debts today. I will definitely participate in this competition and will definitely get the championship back!"

Besides, it’s no longer what I can do if I say I don’t want to do it. Kim Minshuo smiled bitterly for a moment, and his eyes stopped on the phone at hand.

After all, there is that damn side mission.

Jin Jiula opened his mouth and simply gave up persuasion: "Since you are so confident in yourself, I won't stop you. However, you should pay attention to the issues related to the game."

He waved his cell phone: "I just called Dongxian and asked about some things, but I don't know much about the specific things. When he comes back, he will tell you something."

"Nei, I know Uncle Jiula." Jin Minshuo nodded gratefully.

"Okay, it's getting late. Thank you for your hard work today, go to bed early." Jin Jiula no longer had the interest to continue speaking and got up to go back to her room.

"But Minshuo, I'll ask more," he seemed to remember something again, paused and asked in a warm voice.

"Please tell me." Kim Minshuo would not refuse.

"Where did you use your money after you borrowed so much loan shark?"

Looking at Kim Jong-ra's inquiring eyes, Kim Min-soo was stunned. He opened his lips hesitantly, but he couldn't say a word.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. But, uncle wants to warn you a word," Jin Jiula saw Jin Minshuo's embarrassment, stopped asking questions, and smiled and said, "A man, you must be worthy of yourself and don't do anything you regret."

"Okay, go to the study to sleep. The quilts and other things are newly replaced, and no one has used them." After Jin Jiula finished explaining, she was already in a very difficult situation and went straight into the master bedroom to sleep.

Kim Minshuo sat at the dining table, with complex emotions constantly flowing, either in pain, self-blame, or confusion.

Finally, he made up his mind and got up and bowed deeply to the room where Jin Jiu pulled it into.
Chapter completed!