The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

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

The man's pupils shrank fiercely, and his whole body tensed up.

At some point, Jiujiu stood up with the help of grandpa's big hand.

After supporting the grandfather's body and walking a few steps, the little hand left the grandfather's body.

Striding those two short legs wobbly, waving his arms to keep his balance.

"Ah mother."

Jiujiu called her mother, but her short legs ran towards Jun Moyao with a clear goal.

Such a young child still doesn't understand what blood relationship is.

But when she was little, she just felt that there was an intimacy similar to that of her mother in this strange uncle in front of her.

So when I saw him, I couldn't help but want to get closer and hug him.

Even if the child walks wobbly, it is not very stable.

But the frequency of the short legs was very fast.

It's not so urgent, it's just that the child walks unsteadily and wants to find a support point to stop quickly.

But in Jun Moyao's eyes, it was like seeing a miracle.

He never knew that a child who was only eight months old could have such potential.

Look at that speed, as if there is wind under your feet.

Seeing this, the man couldn't sit still any longer, left the sofa, and half squatted to meet the child.

I was afraid that she would accidentally fall and hurt.

"Hey, Jiujiu, where are you going?"

Si Chongzu never expected that the child who didn't dare to let go while walking would be so bold at this moment.

Let go of his care completely and run towards Jun Moyao.

He quickly turned over and stood up from the animal skin, reaching out to pull the child.

He didn't hold back for the first time, and hurriedly took another step forward, stretching out his long arms and hugging his granddaughter into his arms.

With lingering fear, he glanced at Jun Moyao who was approaching half-squatting, then turned around and carried the child back to its original position.

Only then did she softly comfort the screaming granddaughter: "Jiu Jiu, good boy, let's not run around."

"Mom is cooking delicious food for you, and you won't be able to eat it if you run away."

"Good seven festivals."

As soon as Jiujiu heard that there was something delicious, his little head turned from Jun Moyao to the kitchen, and his little finger pointed there, "Mom, it's a good day."

Ding Fengying also patted her chest with lingering fear.

Reaching out and pinching the raised little hand of the granddaughter: "Yes, Mom is cooking delicious food for you in the kitchen, let's wait obediently."

"Hee hee, good seven days."

Jiujiu, the snack foodie, was so happy that he held his grandpa and grandma's big hands and jumped around in place, "Good Qijie."

Liuliu was in grandma's arms, and jumped excitedly, "Mom, seven."

Looking at the two children who were guarded by Si Chongzu and his wife in their arms, Jun Moyao felt a deep sense of loss in his heart.

Almost, just that little bit, the child was by his side.

It's a pity that the father-in-law's reaction was too fast, and he watched helplessly as his daughter was carried back by the father-in-law.

People who have never experienced it can't understand that kind of loss.

Since Jun Moyao knew the existence of a pair of children, he imagined the feeling of holding that soft little dumpling in his arms more than once.

He was even willing to give up everything in order to hug their siblings, and truly experience what it's like to be a father.

However, despite the loss in his heart, the smile on the noble man's face did not diminish at all, and instead he smiled at the two children from a distance away.

His lips moved, and his deep and deep voice spoke out softly: "Liu Liu, Jiu Jiu, what do you like to eat?"

He was wondering if he had the opportunity to narrow the distance with his children from this aspect.

"Don't ask me about that, my nephew only likes to eat pastries made by my sister and food specially made for them."