The Guide of How to Be an Interstellar Tycoon

[You guys still don't jump to conclusions so early, let's see what Bai Xiaobai is going to do, and then it's not too late to black out. 】

[Yes, I was really scared of being beaten in the face in seconds before. Who knows what kind of dough Bai Xiaobai needs to make this omelet, if this is the case, wouldn't it be another beating? Face? 】

[You'd better not send the barrage so early, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to be slapped in the face. 】

A few black fans quietly persuaded the head of black fans, thinking that their barrage was mixed in with Xiaobaifen's barrage, and no one would notice.

Sure enough, after Gu Bai added the water, he began to stir slowly until the dough was fine and free of particles, which was not the dough that the black powder thought it was. on.

Fortunately, I didn't follow along with the brainless black, otherwise I would be slapped in the face again.

"It's enough to stir it to this level. It shouldn't be too thin or too thick. Of course, if you like to eat different tastes, you can also add different amounts of water according to your personal preferences." Gu Bai put the water in the big bowl. The face is mixed in front of the live broadcast camera, so that all fans can see it clearly.

He heated the pan, poured oil, put in a spoonful of noodles, Gu Bai picked up the frying pan, turned his wrist, the only small lump of noodles in the pot instantly turned into a thin round cake, very regular It's good-looking, and it has attracted the continuous amazement of fans in the live broadcast room.

Gu Bai's cooking speed is relatively fast. Usually, in order to take care of the fans in the live broadcast room, he will slow down the speed at first, try his best to let them see each step clearly, and then gradually increase the speed.

Otherwise, after a meal is done, the time to eat will be over.

The scent of oil mixed with the scent of eggs drifted in the kitchen, constantly seducing the audience in the live broadcast room, and also attracting another little guy.

"Ouch..." A milky voice came from outside the door, pulling the kitchen door open, and after a while, a small furry head stuck into the kitchen, staring straight at Gu Bai... Do jī quiche.

"The nose of the wooden ball is really smart, and I found it so quickly." Gu Bai waved at the wooden ball, then tore off a small piece of egg cake, and handed it to the wooden ball's mouth.

The fragrance became more intense, the wooden ball opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and immediately rolled the omelet into his mouth, the soft tongue rubbed against Gu Bai's fingers.

Gu Bai didn't mind, he touched the little milk dog... Oh, no, it was the little milk dog's head, "It's so cute."

【What's this? So cute and cute, I want to rua~]

【Ah ah ah... let go of that furry and let me come. 】

[Ah ah ah... The furry walks away, and I want Xiaobai to touch his head. 】

[Hmph, a group of superficial people, let go of that quiche and let me come! ! ! 】

[What choices do adults make, omelettes, Xiaobai, and little milk dogs are all mine! 】

[Why did a little milk dog suddenly appear, was it raised by Xiaobai? 】

Because of the intrusion of the wooden ball, the fans in the live broadcast room immediately boiled. .

Gu Bai simply didn't care what the fans said, and focused on feeding the wooden ball.

Mumu stood at the door of the kitchen, staring straight at the person inside, if Mumu had an expression, it must be a pair of "scumbags got me down" at the moment.

"Does Mumu want to eat too?" Gu Bai discovered Mumu's existence and continued to wave with a smile.

"嘤嘤嘤!" Mumu threw off the cane above his head, making a look of turning his head and ignoring him.

How could Gu Bai, who was in the same mind with the rattan Mumu, didn't know what it was thinking? He picked up the whole plate of omelettes, walked to Mumu, and coaxed, "These are all Mumu's."

Mumu still wanted to continue ignoring Bai, but the scent of the omelette was really tempting, and it had not eaten the omelette for a long time. Plate in white hands.

Although Mumu is a rattan, it uses the energy of plants as its source of life and does not need to supplement human food, but it just likes to eat what Gu Bai makes, and it has been like this since the end of the world.

Gu Bai was also happy to divide the food he found or prepared in half.

After comforting Mumu, he rubbed Muqiu's little head again, sent the two little ones out of the kitchen, turned around and continued to make omelettes.

[What did Xiaobai go to just now? I seem to hear Xiaobai's gentle coaxing voice, does Xiaobai already have a girlfriend? 】

[Impossible, how old is Xiaobai, how can he have a girlfriend? 】

[Maybe not a girlfriend, but a boyfriend. 】

[I don't care, Xiaobai is mine, and no one can rob me. 】

[Upstairs is a primary school student, so naive, and... you even said this, when the boss comes, you will be finished. 】

【Ding! Xiaobai is Mumu's presenting anchor for a meteor shower. Everyone, come and grab the meteors. 】

【Ding! Xiaobai is Mumu's presenting anchor for a meteor shower. Everyone, come and grab the meteors. 】

The same broadcast rang dozens of times in a row, topping off all the barrages just now. The fans in the live broadcast room had long been surprised, and they were excited to grab the meteor.