The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

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

Speaking of this, Si Chongzu looked at Jun Mo Yao with more complicated eyes: "Only you people who don't worry about food and drink have so many ideas."

"If you've ever had a hard time surviving, you'll understand what us people really think."

Faced with Si Chongzu's sudden anger and dissatisfaction, Jun Moyao was startled at first, and then felt a little ashamed.

Own……

This is caring people don't care to the point.

"Uncle is right. I haven't experienced your life personally, so I don't know much about it."

Jun Moyao didn't dare to argue with Si Chongzu, but he remembered his words in his mind.

The so-called integration into them is not just talk.

It is to have the same experience with them, to see the life they have lived, and to understand their needs deeply.

Taking a deep breath, he said with the same smile: "Thank you uncle for your teaching, my nephew will remember it in my heart."

"Fault."

Si Chongzu complained in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, "Okay, let's go in, don't make people wait too long."

Fortunately, I was wearing clothes made of adjustable fabric developed by Linger.

The great thing about this fabric is that it can be adjusted to keep you warm or cool it down depending on your environment.

With clothes made of this fabric, their family's life this winter will be much easier.

It's not like when I was in the wild planet, I didn't have anything at home.

In summer, it depends on perseverance and the wind of nature to cool off. In winter, it also relies on perseverance and burning some dry firewood that emits a bad smell to keep warm.

These two seasons are the most difficult days for their family every year.

Unexpectedly, Ling'er of his family researched such a high-grade and expensive fabric by herself, and made such comfortable and beautiful clothes for them to wear.

Otherwise, standing in the courtyard with this young man now, wouldn't he be frozen to death?

Look at Jun Moyao's clothes...

Although it looked good, Si Chongzu always felt that the clothes looked good because Jun Moyao himself was good-looking.

Therefore, the style of the other party's clothes made him not flattered.

Jun Moyao didn't notice Si Chongzu's inner activities.

Hearing his urging to enter the house quickly, he nodded quickly: "Uncle, please first."

Si Chongzu looked at him more complicatedly, and nodded: "You're welcome, let's go."

The two entered the room one after the other, and Si Chongzu stopped again: "Wait a minute."

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

Jun Moyao stopped and looked at him in astonishment.

After finally being able to see Ling'er and the pair of sons and daughters again, why does this elder always have so many delays?

Fortunately, he is Si Lingling's father.

If it was someone else, I'm afraid Jun Mo Yao would have kicked him out long ago.

"Let's dissipate the cold air here first."

Si Chongzu didn't know the emotion in Jun Mo's heart at all, and told the reason why he called to stop, "It's not good for the child's health to bring the cold air in our bodies."

"So that's how it is."

Jun Moyao nodded suddenly, "Thank you uncle for teaching my nephew this, my nephew didn't know about it before."

Si Chongzu said arrogantly: "My Ling'er taught them all. I'm a bumpkin from a rare star, how can I know so much?"

"Yes, yes, Ling'er is the most capable and versatile woman in our interstellar world."

Although he doesn't understand what a bumpkin is, he understands that anyone who praises Si Lingling is right to say it.

"Hmph! Don't think that if you say something nice, I will change my opinion of you."

Jun Moyao's words made Si Chongzu very useful, but he still muttered something in his heart.

After touching his body, the coldness had almost dissipated, so he said: "Okay, let's go in."