The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

The reason why Si Lingling was willing to let someone in was because this person did not break into the door violently because of his status, and he behaved relatively well.

The second is because of her strong mental power, she didn't feel the slightest malice from the other party.

The key point is that although Si Lingling is no longer the boss of the last days, her gradually recovering abilities ensure that she can deal with the person in front of her.

Especially today, when cleaning and strengthening the courtyard wall, the ability of the wood system was successfully promoted to two stars, and the ability of the metal system was about to reach one star.

Cooperating with mental power, her combat power is already much higher than yesterday.

That confidence is still quite sufficient.

Seeing this, the man was taken aback for a moment, then nodded gratefully: "Thank you!"

After thanking Jons, he walked towards this side.

"You're welcome."

Si Lingling stepped aside a bit, but replied indifferently, "The genetic warriors guard our homeland, and the Star People should respect and awe them enough."

The textbook-like answer made Jons pause again.

Looking into Si Lingling's eyes in astonishment, the latter stood calmly and calmly in front of the door under the streetlight, allowing the other party to look at her.

"Is the little girl still very young?"

Jons saw that the woman in front of him was at most twenty years old.

Although his eyes were wary of himself, his demeanor was calm and calm.

With that expressionless face, it can't be seen at all that she is a little girl who doesn't know much about the world.

Especially those eyes, which reveal firmness and seriousness, are inexplicably convincing.

Seeing this, the man's pale face couldn't help showing a smile: "You can say such heart-warming words at such a young age, and the genetic warriors will definitely boost their morale when they hear it."

"Thank you!"

Jons bowed to Si Lingling very solemnly, and thanked Si Lingling very sincerely, "Thank you for understanding the difficulty of genetic soldiers!"

Si Lingling turned her body slightly to avoid the other party's gift.

Casually said: "This should be a consensus, you don't need to be so polite."

"Please, I just stewed a pot of rabbit-eared mousebirds, and you caught up."

Si Lingling waited for the other party to enter the courtyard, closed the gate carefully, and raised her hand to lure her.

"Rabbit-eared mousebird?"

Jons didn't understand anything else, so he understood these words, paused again, and looked back at Si Lingling, "What do you mean?"

In his perception, apart from nutrients, there is nothing to fill his stomach.

I didn't understand that I just wanted to buy nutritional supplements from her, how did she say what kind of rabbit-eared mousebird was stewed.

"The smell in the air, can you smell it?"

Si Lingling didn't explain, but asked instead, "How do you feel?"

grunt~

This time, it was the sound of the other party swallowing saliva.

When Si Lingling heard this, she didn't talk nonsense, she stepped over the opponent, and motioned for the opponent to come in quickly.

Seeing this, Jons still didn't understand what was going on, but he hurriedly followed.

Si Lingling didn't wait for the other party to enter the door, she went directly into the kitchen, and brought a pot of stewed meat to the hall first.

Seeing Jons come in, he greeted casually: "Take a rest first, there is still a pot of soup inside."

Before the words were finished, the figure had disappeared from the other party's sight again.

suck~~~

Smelling the fragrance from the pot, Jons took a deep breath unconsciously, the saliva in his mouth kept secreting, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on it.

But after all, he was in someone else's house, and he still maintained the reserve of a young master of a big family.

Sitting upright at the big round table, he tried his best to look at the kitchen door.

After a while, Si Lingling came out with a steaming pot.

Si Lingling: "Rat head sheep and scorpion soup."

"Wait a minute, I'll get the bowls and chopsticks."

Although these things are in the space, she still doesn't want to show her space in front of strangers.