The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

"Anchor, don't worry about those nonsense words, you just need to answer our normal questions."

The audience has gotten used to it in the past few months. When asking questions, the gifts are also displayed without hesitation.

Si Lingling tried to persuade her many times, but unfortunately she couldn't persuade her, so she just let it go.

The live broadcast in the past few months has successfully improved the plight of Si Lingling's mother and son without star coins.

She also understands that earning star coins by live broadcasting is a feasible way.

What's more, live broadcasting to raise children and carve wood art is also teaching everyone knowledge, and she earns this money very calmly.

In order to be worthy of the gifts that everyone sends these days.

Si Lingling will try her best to answer everyone's questions without affecting her daily life.

Therefore, after seeing the questions raised by everyone, she quickly synthesized several representative questions and enthusiastically helped explain them.

After she finished speaking, the barrage on the light screen began to dance wildly again.

"I really learned this time."

"My girlfriend and I have discussed that we will have cubs in the future, and we will raise them according to the method taught by the anchor."

"Me too, my boyfriend said that in the future our cubs will also have to be raised according to the method taught by the anchor."

"I have recorded all the content of the host these days. If you need a parenting video, you can contact me. The communication number is XXXXXXXXXX."

"Damn, this guy is really treacherous, he came here to catch the anchor's popularity."

For a while, similar bullet screens dominated the screen, so lively.

Seeing that no one had any problems, Si Lingling withdrew her gaze and disappeared in front of the camera, then turned and went into the kitchen.

But at this moment, a rather inconsistent barrage flashed across the light screen:

"Can you be sure that you can conceive and give birth to offspring?"

These words made the light screen quickly fall into silence.

Immediately, someone couldn't help cursing: "Damn, what is this, why did you say something so disappointing?"

"That's right, let's ask the anchor later, what should be paid attention to when giving birth to a baby?"

"I don't believe it, I can't conceive a child by myself."

Si Lingling ignored the smell of gunpowder in the live broadcast room. She made a bowl of millet soup for herself, steamed two drawers of steamed buns, and fried a few deep-fried dough sticks.

In order to thank the fans, she selected dozens of the most active people at the moment, and passed the steamed buns directly through the sensor.

"Ahhhhh, I received a food gift from the anchor."

"I got it too, I got it too."

"Mother of the anchor, what are these two things? They look delicious."

"One is soft, chubby and cute, and the other is golden and oily. Why is it so beautiful and fragrant?"

Si Lingling came to the hall with food, and happened to see everyone's inquiries.

Casually explained: "The soft and chubby ones are Xiaolongbao, the inside of which is sunken, so be careful when eating, lest the soup inside will overflow and scald you."

"The other long, golden, oily thing is called youtiao, and it's made from wheat flour."

"Ah, is it the kind of wheat that the anchor harvested yesterday?"

Si Lingling: "Yes, I processed the wheat harvested yesterday into fine flour, and then made dough. I just used it to make steamed buns and deep-fried dough sticks."

It has to be said that those who have space have a great advantage.

The rice noodle processing machine that was once randomly collected in the last days came to the interstellar and came in handy.

The wheat was harvested yesterday, plus the crops of grain grown by the space these days, all were processed by her and stored in the space.

Only a very small part is released from the kitchen, and it can be taken out of the space after eating.