The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

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

"Jiujiu, stop crying."

Si Lingling's voice interrupted her daughter's emotional rhythm in time, "You broke the pen in a fit of temper, why do you have the nerve to cry?"

Her voice was not loud, but it was full of majesty and warmth in the child's ears.

The child, who was about to cry, paused and looked at his mother with his mouth half open: "Mom?"

"good."

Si Lingling was amused by her daughter's little expression, and reached out to pat that pink and tender face, "That's right."

"Don't you just cut a piece of paper and break the refill."

While talking, she raised her eyebrows at the child, "Look at mom doing a magic trick for you, the paper will be ready soon, and the refill will come out soon."

While speaking, while the thoughts were moving slightly, the piece of paper that was cut by the daughter turned into a brand new piece of paper.

And pencil lead recovery is even easier.

The gold-type ability turned into a small pencil sharpener at the fingertips, put the pencil with a broken lead in it, and turned it around a few times, and then it came out.

"See, it's all intact."

Si Lingling handed the sharpened pencil to the child, and said with a childish smile, "Isn't this magic trick interesting, Mom?"

"interest."

Jiujiu nodded vigorously, smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

Si Lingling taught the child to hold the pen again and let her continue to draw by herself.

"Just now, did you see how the host's mother did it?"

"The paper is easy to explain. It must be in the storage button of the host's mother. If you move quickly, you will be fine."

"We also know this. I just want to ask, what is the little thing that appeared on the anchor's mother's fingertip? Does anyone know?"

"I only saw her appear, and then disappeared quietly after finishing the pen, and I didn't figure out anything else."

"Oh, big brother, come out and tell me, what did the anchor's mother just do?"

"@必升-领洛, are you here, come out and explain."

"That's right, let Nijue-Zhengao speak out."

"I don't know if he is in the live broadcast room yet."

No one in the live broadcast room answered this question, and Si Lingling didn't bother to pay attention to them.

After the children finished drawing and painting, they took the children to play games and do handicrafts.

In short, she wanted to teach the children everything, and she really wished for ninety-six hours a day to instill everything she knew into the children.

"This child has been out for two days, why hasn't he come back?"

Si Lingling listened to her mother's daily chanting of missing her son, the corners of her lips slightly raised, but she didn't bother her.

"Oh, Ling'er said that Yue Yue went out to practice, why do you keep talking about it?"

The voice of father's daily impatient comfort to mother also came, "It is said that experience takes time, you really..."

"Why? If you think I'm nagging you, stay away from me."

My mother was furious, "I didn't let you stay here and listen. If you don't like to listen, you just plug your ears. What's wrong with me just talking about it?"

"Okay, okay, I won't say it, it's okay if I don't say it."

Father always takes the initiative to admit defeat when mother loses her temper.

This familiar feeling reminded Si Lingling of another pair of parents, and their way of getting along was the same.

Said to be happy enemies by grandparents and maternal grandparents.

The parents in front of me are nasty, so Si Lingling recognizes the feelings of the current parents very much.

She was about to call the children back to resume class, but she was stopped by a communication ring.

"Sister, come, come, come."

As soon as the communication was connected, Leng Zheng'ao's handsome face appeared on the light screen, and he spoke with a deep smile, "It's really here."

Seeing him so excited, Si Lingling couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "What is it that can make you so excited, the majestic Abyss Prison?"