The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

When Lan Qing sent Si Lingling back to Qingyuan community that day, the latter said that she would treat her to dinner another day.

Hearing what Si Lingling said that day, Lan Qing didn't take it seriously.

But today, when she smelled the fragrance from the sensor, Lan Qing wanted to bite her tongue/head off.

Only then did she understand what Si Lingling meant when she said that she was invited to dinner.

Just when she was wondering if there was a way to go back to a few days ago, before refusing Si Lingling's dinner invitation, she immediately agreed to Si Lingling's promise.

But I didn't expect that someone would suspect that Si Lingling's body would be deformed by eating star beast meat.

This made Lan Qing, who had watched the live broadcast for a long time and didn't dare to speak, finally couldn't hold back, and jumped out to help others.

She felt a little bit regretful about her crush, for fear of arousing Si Lingling's dislike.

So no matter how others responded, she dared not speak anymore.

Just staring at the live broadcast room, silently waiting for Si Lingling to divide the food, and then let the live broadcast sensor transmit it.

In any case, today I have to be the first fan to taste Sister Lingling's food.

Thinking of this, she kept moving her limbs and emptying her mind.

The girl held back her energy and stared at the live broadcast room, for fear of missing the best opportunity.

Si Lingling didn't care about the trolls in the studio either.

She came to the kitchen and took out the small dishes that hadn't been used for a long time from the space to clean them.

Only then did the dishes in the pot be divided into about 30 dishes, and an instruction was sent to the live broadcast equipment.

Let it be uploaded to the star network according to the quota of 30 people per disc.

Less than five seconds after the food was uploaded on the Internet, someone wailed and sent out a barrage: Ah, I was just a little short, and I didn't grab it.

I grabbed it and am preparing to taste it.

It smells so good, and my saliva keeps flowing out. Let's not talk about it, I will eat it first as a respect.

Damn it, it's just a little bit short, and I'm a poor person who missed the delicious food by 0.01 seconds.

Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Mother of the anchor, in fact, you can share such a dish according to the share of 200 people.

That's right, if it's 200 servings per disc, I'll definitely grab it.

Si Lingling: If you share too much, won't it affect the taste?

It won't affect.

If there are two hundred people, it is the most perfect distribution of food, and it will not affect the taste of the food.

Si Lingling: Well, sorry, I don't know.

Also, for the solemn statement, I am not a food anchor.

The implication is, please don't ask me to cook food for you, and I want everyone to taste it.

What I eat for you to taste is already interesting enough, but I want her to cook more and share more, what a joke.

She would never do such a waste of food.

Even if everyone spent star coins to buy it, Si Lingling would not do it.

In particular, after learning through the bullet screen that the food that has been tasted by too many people will affect the taste, it is even less likely for her to allocate too many tasting places.

The food cooked in the pot is the amount of her meal, how can it be wasted by others?

All beings in the live broadcast room: ... This anchor is so cool!

Si Lingling ignored everyone's inner thoughts. After finishing all this, she returned to the living room and took care of the children while eating.

As for who won the tasting quota and who didn't, it has nothing to do with her.

Lan Qing looked at the empty shelves and beat her head in frustration: Why am I so stupid? I didn't get a place to try something.

Tell me what you eat, how does it feel?