The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

Leng Zheng's Australian Secretary surpassed them to get up, and also reminded: "In order to deliver the gift to everyone, please don't be confused, so as not to miss something."

Several hall masters also hurriedly helped to maintain order: "Don't worry, everyone, everyone has one, and there will be no one missing."

"I don't know what the anchor mother has prepared for us? I'm looking forward to it."

"Could it be food?"

"I wish it was drawn by the host's mother!"

"Don't think about such a beautiful thing. If the anchor mother really paints for you, would you dare to accept it?"

"Don't dare, I'm afraid that I will be killed and seize the treasure when I go out."

Although there's probably something for everyone here.

But no one can guarantee it, whoever has a broken heart, spreads the things here, and then people know that there is such a miraculous thing in him.

Therefore, even if someone hopes to get Si Lingling's paintings, they dare not really ask for them.

Si Lingling stood quietly on the stage, watching all this with a smile on her face.

Si Chaoyue, Jian Niu and Lan Qing were each in charge of a row, opened their own storage buttons, and took out the gift carefully prepared by Si Lingling.

The gift was packed by the robot in a beautiful box, and a beautiful bow was tied on it with a ribbon.

"What is this? The packaging looks good."

"I smell it. It smells like food. It must be food."

"I really want to open it and have a look, but I don't know if I can open it now."

"Wait and see what the host's mother will say later."

...

Those who received the gift stared straight at the gift box, wishing they could see through the box and see what was inside.

If you didn't get it, you looked at it eagerly, and you really don't know how eager your heart is.

"Sister, what have you prepared?"

Leng Zheng'ao moved closer to her and asked in a low voice, "This gift box is not small."

"It's nothing, it's just food.

"

Si Lingling answered casually, "Mung bean cake, red bean cake, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, peach blossom cake, bamboo leaf cake, eight treasure cake, millet cake and rice flower candy."

"A total of eight kinds!"

Leng Zheng'ao couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he heard these pastries, "Sister, I'm so hungry because of what you said."

Si Lingling looked back at him, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, you guys are indispensable."

"Yeah, I knew my sister was the best for me."

When Leng Zhengao got this answer, he was so excited that he almost jumped up.

In fact, if it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have jumped up.

Si Lingling laughed and said angrily: "Look at your future, you are already a powerful person, and you are still so greedy."

"Ouch, sister, do you know how many years I haven't eaten what you made?"

He didn't feel embarrassed at all when she disliked him. Instead, he said plausibly, "It's a blessing to have something to eat."

"The people who came today are really lucky."

Leng Zheng'ao said in a low voice, "Sister, why don't you prepare more and let the audience in the live broadcast room also draw a lottery, let's send it over."

"After all, it's not just the hundreds of people in front of you who really support you these days."

Si Lingling nodded: "I have also considered it, so I prepared some more at home and let the nanny robot start to do it."

Leng Zheng'ao: "The ones made by robots don't have the same effect as those made by your own hands, do they?"

"These days, I have observed."

Si Lingling told him in a low voice, "I found that no matter who made the food, as long as it is baptized by my spiritual power, the effect will be the same."

"Especially what the nanny machines do, after my spiritual baptism, they are exactly the same."

"As for what other people do, other than that effect, what other effect it has depends on the person's attitude towards me."

"puff……"