The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

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

Looking at what her son had drawn, Si Lingling couldn't help laughing.

She squatted in front of the child and asked softly, "Liu Liu, what is this drawing of yours?"

"painting."

Liuliu grinned, and answered concisely with delight.

Si Lingling was amused by her son's answer, she held his small face and kissed him: "Well, there is nothing wrong with this answer."

"Puff ha ha ha..."

"I was amused by the interaction between the anchor's mother and child."

"Indeed, there's nothing wrong with Liu Liu's answer. Liu Liu is just a picture."

"Hahaha... I just don't know what kind of thing he drew, whether it's round or square, let alone, it's pretty pretty."

"Don't you think, Liu Liu's painting looks a bit like a flower?"

"How can there be such an ugly flower? I saw that the flowers made by the people from the School of Biological Sciences are very perfect and symmetrical."

"Upstairs, I'm afraid you are not a fool. It was made by the School of Biological Sciences. It was carefully designed. How big is Yoyo?"

"That's right, with such a small size, you can draw such a good picture. I think this is better than the one made by the School of Biological Sciences."

Si Lingling didn't have time to pay attention to the audience's reaction to the interaction between her mother and child in the live broadcast room.

After making her son giggle, she turned to look at her daughter.

Seeing this, Si Lingling's smile grew wider.

Jiujiu did not follow the steps taught by his mother to draw at all, but put the pen down and never picked it up.

From one point to a circle, the lines circle after circle, like an endless coil of mosquito coils, and the thread ends never overlap.

Jiujiu didn't want to stop until he finished drawing on a piece of paper.

But seeing that there was no place for her to draw, the little girl lost her temper in a hurry: "Ahhhh, mom draws."

While Jiujiu yelled to vent his depression of not being able to finish the painting smoothly, the pen in his hand poked hard on the small table without mercy.

Looking at the things drawn by the children and the infinitely extended lines, a deep smile rose on the corners of the lips.

He quickly turned his head and softly comforted him: "Jiujiu, do you think this paper is not enough?"

"Hey, look, mom will help you turn the paper over, and you can continue drawing."

While speaking, he held the daughter's little hand with one hand in a very slow motion, and turned over the paper full of lines for Jiujiu with the other hand.

"Look, is this usable again?"

"Hahaha, mom is great."

Jiujiu looked at the white paper in front of him, danced with joy, and couldn't wait to continue drawing.

But……

With a 'hiss' sound, the originally intact piece of paper was scratched by the pen in his hand, not to mention losing the ink, the paper was also damaged.

Jiujiu heard the sound of paper cracking, his movements froze, and then his mouth was flattened, his eyes turned red, and tears welled up from his eyes.

Before her mother could comfort her, she cried out with a 'wow'.

The movement was so loud that Yoyo and Kayla stopped what they were doing and looked over curiously.

"Mom, cry."

Seeing her sister crying sadly, Liu Liu felt a little overwhelmed. She stood up from her seat and reached out to hug her sister, while turning her head to look at her mother next to her.

"What's the matter with my sister?"

The Kaila siblings quickly got up from their seats, ran a few steps to Jiujiu, and looked at Si Lingling anxiously, "Auntie, why are you crying?"

"What's the matter, why are you still crying?"

Ding Fengying's nervous voice came from the door, "Ling'er, what's the matter with the child?"

Si Lingling: "...Mom, it's okay, you can go about your own business."

"The child is crying like this, how can I be busy with my own business?"