The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

"The almighty master of the last days is raising buns in the interstellar ()"

Si Lingling sat down on the chair opened by her father, looked at the children who were staring at her and smiled: "The children haven't eaten yet?"

Si Chongzu: "That's right, we have to wait for you to come back to eat together."

Ding Fengying was also helpless: "Not only the Kaila siblings, but even Yoo and Jiujiu are waiting for you to come back."

After listening to the parents' explanation, Si Lingling looked at the children with gentle eyes: "My baby is so good."

As he spoke, he pressed kisses on the faces of the four children.

But the topic changed, and he said seriously: "Silly children, you are starving yourself like this, what if you starve yourself to death?"

"My mother used to give you meals on time, but today it's been more than half an hour. Aren't you hungry?"

"Waiting for your mother (aunt) can express your filial piety, but isn't it bad to starve yourself and grandpa, grandma and them?"

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Hearing her mother's reproachful tone, Jiujiu looked at her pitifully, but a sly look flashed in her eyes.

"Just you little witty ghost."

Si Lingling stretched out her hands to pinch her daughter's little face, "Okay, let's eat quickly, I don't want to starve my little baby."

"A Xing and the others..."

Ding Fengying reminded her in a low voice with some embarrassment, and looked at her daughter expectantly.

"Mom, don't worry, I asked Jian Niu to help them make meat porridge."

Looking around while talking, "Did Mrs. Chill come into the kitchen too?"

"Yeah, she said to see if she could help Stubborn Niu."

Si Chongzu replied casually, "Leave food for the two of them, let's eat first."

"Um."

Si Lingling nodded, and first prepared meals for the children, and let them eat by themselves, then she and her parents left meals for Mrs. Chill and Stubborn Niu.

After finishing these, just sat down to prepare for dinner, the communicator on her wrist suddenly rang again.

Before she could answer the call, Lu Peng's voice came from her mind: "Boss, there is a man named Jun Moyao, you said you invited him here?"

Si Lingling: "Well, let him in."

Responding to Lu Peng in his mind, he connected to the communication skillfully, and said directly: "Come in by yourself, and I will open the door for you."

"Is Yueyue back or Zhengao back?"

Listening to her words, the parents looked at her expectantly, "You take care of the children at home, and Dad will open the door."

Si Lingling: "Dad, it's Jun Moyao who's here, and it will probably take a few minutes to get outside the courtyard."

When Si Chongzu heard this name, he paused when he walked out, and then returned to normal: "Dad knows."

Si Lingling could clearly see her father's brief pause.

But she didn't say anything about it, she looked back and saw her mother looking at her worriedly.

She smiled and said, "Mom, don't be nervous, I just have a few paintings that I want to sell, just ask him for a favor."

After observing these days, that man is really not as strong as they imagined.

As long as he didn't want to, he didn't dare to force it, and he didn't have the dangerous idea of ​​taking the child back to Jun's house.

Otherwise, her attitude towards him would not be so gentle.

"Then I'll go get a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Listening to her daughter's words, Ding Fengying secretly heaved a sigh of relief, got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Si Lingling took care of the children's meals, and didn't care about how his father would treat Jun Moyao.

At the gate of the courtyard, Si Chongzu looked back into the room.

Because of the angle, he couldn't see the family members preparing to eat in the hall at all.

But his gaze seemed to penetrate the wall, and he could clearly see the way his wife and daughter spoke.

Hearing the two grandsons speak short words, they looked like their mouths were dripping with oil.

A warm smile rose from the corner of the man's lips and he looked back at the door in front of him. The smile gradually disappeared.