The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

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

At the same time, I did not forget to ask curiously: "Stubborn cow, tell me, what kind of delicacies does my sister cook?"

"That, I can't tell the whole story."

Zhuang Niu put the cold dish in his hand on the dining table, and said with a smile, "These two are garlic eggplant, and this garlic white meat."

"The rest, you can ask the master later, I didn't remember everything."

Si Chao waved his hand: "All right, all right, pretend I didn't ask."

While talking, I couldn't help lying on the table, wanting to taste the taste of these two delicacies.

But as soon as he lay down on the table, he was slapped on the buttocks.

My father's serious voice sounded in my ears: "You brat, have you forgotten how your sister taught you?"

"Ouch."

Si Chaoyue covered the place where he was photographed, and innocently turned his head to look at his father: "Dad, let's just take a look, why are you so hard on yourself?"

Si Chongzu's face was serious: "I don't focus on what to do, I'm afraid you will embarrass your sister if you go out."

"understood."

Si Chao stood up and said, "I'll help my sister serve the food."

"Humph!"

Seeing his son walking towards the kitchen, Si Chongzu snorted softly, "If you let your sister know that you don't obey the table rules, believe it or not, she will punish you for not eating."

"Dad, am I your real son?"

His father's warning left Si Chao speechless, "They all said they knew they were wrong, but you still hold onto it."

"Cooperating with you, I wish I was hungry."

"If you weren't my son, I wouldn't bother to care about you."

Si Chongzu laughed angrily at his own brat, "Is it true that anyone can learn such an important thing?"

"Slightly slightly."

The boy turned his head and made a grimace, then turned and ran to the kitchen.

As soon as they arrived at the door of the kitchen, it happened that Stubborn Niu and Mrs. Cheer came out with two plates of cold dishes each.

"Oh, so many delicious things?"

Si Chao hurriedly stepped forward to help open the door, his eyes sparkling, "Did my sister tell me what kind of food this is?"

"This is three shredded salad, this is animal ear, this is tofu, this is animal lung."

Mrs. Cheer and Stubborn Niu reported the names of the dishes in their hands one by one.

Si Chaoyue's eyes widened: "Hey, why are there all cold dishes today?"

Mrs. Chill put down her hands and laughed at the dishes: "Si Ling said, I'm going to make a big feast for everyone today, eight cold and eight hot, eight steamed and eight stewed, plus one soup and one melon."

"Wow, so rich?"

Hearing these words, several people in the hall couldn't help but exclaimed.

Especially the two guests, who had never heard of this statement, were extremely curious.

Jonce: "My star god, so the dishes of the twin mothers are so rich?"

Jun Moyao: "..." Can natural ingredients really make so many tricks?

Although there are many varieties of food made from interstellar synthetic ingredients, in Jun Moyao's impression, there are only twenty or thirty kinds of dishes.

And the methods are relatively simple and crude, there are no such tricks as cold, hot, steamed, stewed, or boiled.

He couldn't help but look in the direction of the kitchen, with hope shining in his eyes:

Are these all her culinary skills?

Although Si Lingling was cooking in the kitchen, her mental strength followed Mrs. Cheer and Stubborn Bull to the hall.

Feeling everyone's shock, the corners of her lips raised slightly...

If I let you know that this is just the tip of the iceberg of Lanxing's thousands of years of food culture, I don't know what kind of expression it will be?

Let me give you Xiaolu a hand today.

As for who will be lucky enough to taste his cooking again in the future, it depends on fate.

With the cooperation of Mrs. Chill and others, it took Si Lingling only two hours to prepare thirty-two dishes, one soup and after-dinner drinks.

Seeing that the big round table was well-arranged and filled with delicacies, Si Lingling unconsciously felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart.