The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

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

"No, what did you say?"

Jun Moyao looked at Xiaoxing with burning eyes, "Si Ling wants to teach all interstellar creatures her cooking skills?"

Why is she so generous?

Does she know how precious the culinary skills she has mastered are?

Why does this woman dare to spread the word? !

Doesn't she know that these abilities in her are priceless treasures that cannot be exchanged for the wealth of the entire interstellar?

Just the year before last, the Star Federation voted unanimously to include cooking skills as the intangible cultural heritage of the Star Federation.

But this woman is lucky, she has such a precious thing in her hands, she doesn't know how to hide it under her armpits, but she dares to show it to others!

No, you can't let this guy mess around.

Xiaoxing didn't notice Jun Moyao's inner madness.

I just heard the disbelief in his tone, so I quickly explained: "The news came through the little wolf."

"The mistress wants to sell the natural ingredients she collected at a high price through this method, so..."

"Snapped."

Jun Moyao slapped the chopsticks on the table, "How can she use the little ingredients in her hand to sell them to others?"

Xiao Xing observed the master with throbbing veins, and was too scared to speak anymore.

From Xiaoxing's point of view, the mistress can't think of such a way to sell things, it's really clever.

Why is the master angrier when he hears this news than when he learns that she is going to teach interstellar creatures to cook?

Jun Moyao ignored Xiaoxing's inner doubts, and immediately ordered: "Immediately, immediately, cancel all the schedules for this afternoon."

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Before it could answer, the doorbell rang outside the office.

Jun Moyao looked at the uneaten food on the table, quickly covered it and put it in the storage lock.

After adjusting his facial expression to the original expressionless face, he pressed the call button and said to the outside: "Come in."

Xiaoxing was shocked by the speed at which his master changed his face.

In the past, before the mistress appeared, it had never seen its master lose its temper.

But today, because of a decision made by the mistress, not only did he lose his composure.

Let it, the smart housekeeper, witness a textbook-level face-changing kung fu.

Xiao Xing admiringly looked at the elegant and dignified master who had regained his composure, and disappeared into the air in a flash.

Soon, footsteps came from the direction of the door.

Not long after, a middle-aged man holding a working optical brain appeared in front of Jun Moyao.

The other party respectfully said: "Your Majesty, the lords of the Federation are ready, and there are still two minutes before the meeting time."

"What you need, the thinking materials about this meeting, have been sent to your work computer, please check them in due course."

"understood."

Jun Mo Yao glanced at him, "It's all right here, you can go down."

The visitor looked at Jun Moyao in astonishment: "Didn't your lord say that this meeting will be recorded by the younger one?"

"You take notes and go back to your office to do it, don't bother me here."

Jun Moyao ignored his stunned gaze, lowered his head and turned on his working optical brain, and flipped through the materials needed for this meeting.

Hearing his irrefutable words, the middle-aged man hesitated slightly, stood up and bowed: "Yes, the little one will go out now."

Jun Moyao: "By the way, let me know immediately, this meeting will be postponed for a quarter of an hour."

As for why it was delayed for a quarter of an hour, he did not explain, nor did he bother to explain.

The middle-aged man took a deep look at Jun Moyao, took a deep breath and respectfully said, "Yes, I'll tell everyone to wait for a quarter of an hour."