The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

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

Si Lingling raised her hand and tapped lightly on the light screen: "You, you."

Her actions made Leng Zhengao feel like he was back when he was young, when he made a mistake and was taught by Si Lingling.

Stubbornly lowering her head, she called weakly, "Sister."

"What do you say these have to do with me?"

Si Lingling said amusedly, "You didn't know I would come, let alone today."

"So, what your life is like depends on what kind of life you want to live."

"As for whether to figure out the interstellar environment, it is also directly related to your own quality of life. Why do you want to help me figure it out?"

"Didn't I already figure out these things when I came here?"

"That last point, you really should be ashamed."

Speaking of this, Si Lingling couldn't help being laughed at by him, "You said, coming here from such a dangerous place, what is more difficult than being in the reverse?"

"Why has it been several years? Not only did you do nothing for yourself, but you were almost forced to die in the palace. I feel ashamed for you."

Leng Zheng'ao was so scolded that he couldn't lift his head up, his face was blushing and he lowered his head: "Sister, I'm incompetent as my younger brother."

"Okay, I won't say more."

Seeing him like this, Si Lingling softened her tone slightly, "You are so old now, it is impossible for my sister to teach you hand in hand like Jiujiujiu."

"Sister, Zhengao understands."

Leng Zheng'ao raised his head and looked at her seriously, "I really understand this time."

"I believe you."

Si Lingling nodded, "Is there anything else? If not, I won't waste time with you."

"Have."

When Leng Zhengao heard this, he suddenly shouted, "Sister, wait, there is something very important."

"Then be straight and don't beat around the bush."

"That's right. Originally, I was thinking of buying today's paintings from you."

Before the young man spoke, he turned his head and looked around, and then whispered, "But now, I'm not going to ask for it."

"Oh?"

Si Lingling raised her eyebrows slightly, "Why did you change your mind?"

"Because what my sister said can't blindly benefit them."

Leng Zheng'ao winked, "The more they want my sister's painting, the more I want to whet their appetite and drive them to do things for me."

"Yes, I know how to use my own advantages."

Although his idea was not very thorough, Si Lingling still praised, "Okay, then, when you want it, sister will draw another one in person."

"I know that my sister treats me the best."

Leng Zheng'ao looked at her happily, "Sister, how are you going to arrange those paintings?"

"Do you know what effect your paintings have?"

"I'm waiting for you to tell me yourself."

Seeing that he was really worried about herself, Si Lingling smiled very kindly, "I saw a lot of people asking me for a painting in the live broadcast room, so I guessed it might work."

"As for the specific effect, you can tell me the truth."

According to Leng Zheng'ao's description, Si Lingling found that the information provided by Jun Moyao was almost the same.

She nodded in satisfaction: "Well, okay, I see."

"How is the sister going to arrange it?"

Leng Zheng'ao looked at her seriously, "Don't just sell it to others casually, it is just like the delicious food you cook, it is a good thing that can't be found."

"Anyway, I'm sensible."

Si Lingling waved at him, hung up the communication, hesitated and sent a message to Jun Moyao, then ignored him and continued to teach the children.