The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

  Chapter 373 The tip of the iceberg shocks everyone

  At the same time, I didn’t forget to ask curiously: “Sir, let’s talk about it. What kind of food does my sister cook?”

   "That, I can't say enough."

  Shen Niu put the cold dish in his hand on the table, and sneered, "The two are the garlic eggplant and this garlic white meat."

   "The rest, please ask the master later, I didn't remember everything."

  Si Chao Chao waved his hand: "Okay, do it, when I didn't ask."

  While talking, I couldn’t help but lie on the table, wanting to taste the taste of these two delicacies.

  But as soon as he lay on the table, he got a slap on the fart/stretch.

   Father’s solemn voice sounded in his ears: "You stinky boy, forgot how your sister taught you?"

   "Ouch."

  Si transcended the place where he was photographed, and turned his head to look at his father innocently: "Dad, let me take a look, why are you doing so hard?"

  Si Chongzu's face is serious: "I don't focus on starting, I'm afraid you will embarrass your sister when you go out."

"understood."

  Si Chaoyue stood up and said, "I'll help Sister serve food."

"Humph!"

  Looking at his son walking towards the kitchen, Si Chongzu snorted, "If your sister knows that you are not abiding by the table rules, believe it or not, she will punish you not to eat."

   "Dad, am I your son?"

  Father’s warning made Si Chaoyue speechless, "I said I knew I was wrong, and you still hold on to it."

   "With you, I wish I was hungry."

   "If you weren't my son, I wouldn't bother to care about you."

  Si Chongzu laughed angrily by his own stinky boy, "Is it really such an important thing, anyone can learn it?"

  "Slightly omitted."

  The boy turned his head and made a face, then turned and ran to the kitchen.

  As soon as I arrived at the door of the kitchen, Yan Niu and Mrs. Kyle came out with two plates of cold dishes each.

   "Oh, so many delicious foods?"

Si Chaochao stepped forward to help push the door open, his eyes sparkling, "Did my sister say, what kind of dish is this?"

  "This cold dressing three threads, this cold dressing animal ears, this cold dressing tofu, this is cold dressing animal lungs."

  Mrs. Qier and Yan Niu reported the names of their dishes one by one.

Si Chaoyue's eyes widened: "Hey, what are all cold dishes today?"

  Mrs. Qier put down her hand to scare the dish and smiled: "Si Ling said, today I will make a big banquet for everyone, eight cold and eight hot, eight steamed and eight stewed, plus one soup and one melon."

   "Wow, so rich?"

  The people in the hall couldn't help exclaiming at these words.

  Especially two guests who have never heard of this statement before, so curious not to want it.

  Jones: "My star god, is the original twin mothers' dishes so rich?"

  Jun Moyao: "..." Can natural ingredients really make so many tricks?

  Although there are many types of food made with interstellar synthetic ingredients, in the impression of Jun Moyao, there are only twenty or thirty dishes.

  Moreover, the methods are relatively simple and rude, there is no such thing as cold, hot, steamed, stewed, and boiled tricks at all.

  He couldn't help but look in the direction of the kitchen, his eyes gleaming with hope:

  Are these all her cooking skills?

  Si Lingling was cooking in the kitchen, but her mental power followed Mrs. Qier and Yan Niu towards the hall.

   Feeling everyone’s shock, the corners of her lips raised slightly...

  If you let you know, this is just the tip of the iceberg of Blue Star’s food culture for thousands of years. I wonder what expression it will be?

  I will show you a hand today.

  As for whoever is blessed to taste his own cooking skills in the future, it depends on fate.

  With the cooperation of Mrs. Qier and others, it took only two hours for Si Lingling to prepare thirty-two dishes, a soup, and a drink after dinner.

  Looking at the large round table scattered with delicious dishes, Si Lingling unconsciously felt a sense of accomplishment.

  (End of this chapter)