Being beaten to a bruised nose and swollen face is commonplace, and the absence of fractures is already considered a mercy to her brother's subordinates.

She still has traces of bruises on her body.

It should be said that since she started exercising, she has not been completely better.

Ready, Jiang Mi walked to the opposite side of Jiang Xun, and as soon as he put on a posture, Jiang Xun greeted him without a single straight punch.

Jiang Mi's pupils shrank suddenly, and after shouting a word of not talking about martial arts, he hurriedly bent down to dodge, and then swept away.

Jiang Xun's height of nearly one meter nine brought her a great sense of oppression, and due to the difference in the physiological structure of men and women, men naturally have a certain advantage in strength, so Jiang Mi has no way to fight him head-on, so she can only rely on skills to find the flaws exposed by Jiang Xun and fight back.

"18 minutes and 57 seconds." Jiang Xun let go of Jiang Mi, who had completely lost the ability to resist, and pressed the stopwatch in his hand by the way.

Jiang Mi gritted his teeth and rubbed his sore arm, his wrist was obviously swollen, and he could clearly see one cyan stain after another on his exposed skin.

"Brother, you're really dead."

Jiang Xun glanced at her, took out safflower oil, and said lightly while rubbing her: "I won't keep my hands in the future, your current strength is enough for me to go all out." ”

Hearing him say this, Jiang Mi suddenly forgot the pain on his body, and his eyes lit up and said excitedly: "Really? Am I that good now? ”

Jiang Xun couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her like a child, "So you have to be prepared, if you get injured again, it's not just flesh and skin, it's possible to break bones." ”

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Mi suddenly felt as if his bones hurt a little, and he couldn't help but shrink a little, and muttered in a low voice: "Brother, aren't you bullying people?" ”

Jiang Xun patted her head, "Okay, let's go back and rest." ”

Jiang Mi pursed his lips, limped back to his room, lay on the bed after washing, and fell asleep directly as soon as his head was next to the pillow.

Early the next morning, while eating breakfast, Jiang Mi listened to her parents talk about fertilized eggs.

After yesterday's day of research, Father Jiang felt that these fertilized eggs should be able to hatch, but they should not be able to see it for the time being in the past two days.

Cultivating fertilized eggs is still quite laborious, coupled with the expectation of ushering in a new life, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother did not dare to relax for a moment, and after eating breakfast in a hurry, the two hurried to the hatchery room to star.

Jiang Mi went to the monitoring room after finishing the morning workout, and the surveillance pictures on the wall were two more black, but from the remaining monitoring screens, it can be seen that the black mountain has been covered with a thin layer of snow, but this snow is not white, but gray.

Heavy snow continues to fall from the sky, and it is still getting heavier and heavier.

It looks like the temperature outside should have been below freezing.

The heavy snow made Jiang Mi think of the winter solstice, and suddenly wanted to eat dumplings.

Anyway, it's okay for the time being, so she just thinks about it, so she rubs it off the recliner and gets up and goes straight to the hatchery.

When she arrived, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were still observing the incubator head-to-head, and the two muttered that they didn't know what they were talking about, and when they heard the movement of opening the door, the two turned back together, and hurriedly urged: "Hurry up, close the door, don't let the cold wind in." ”

Jiang Mi obediently closed the door, and then walked up to the two of them and leaned his head over to take a closer look, but he stared for a while and didn't notice any difference.

"Are the eggs moving?" She asked curiously.

Father Jiang coughed, "Not yet, but there should be movement soon." ”

"You're not going to speed up the incubation process by watching here. Mom and Dad, let's make dumplings, it's been a long time since I've eaten the dumplings you made yourself. Jiang Mi blinked his eyes and said with a smile.

Mother Jiang's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said happily: "Okay, okay, then let's make dumplings today." ”

Father Jiang reluctantly withdrew his eyes from the cultivation box, "Okay, then let's make dumplings and make a few more fillings." ”

The group walked to the kitchen.

The harmony of noodles, the selection of vegetables, and the chopping of meat, the division of labor is clear and orderly.

Father Jiang has always chopped the meat himself when making dumpling fillings, and he doesn't like to stir them out with machines.

As for why, according to his words, dumplings should be hand-rolled skins and hand-chopped fillings, so that they have a soul and a taste.

Jiang Mi said that she thought it was true, no matter how colorful the dumplings outside were, but she felt that only the dumplings made by her father were that taste.

Although my mother can't cook, she can roll out the skin and make dumplings, and even has a special talent in making dumplings.

"Let's wrap leeks, eggs, and shrimp first." Father Jiang pushed the prepared stuffing basin towards the two of them, and then turned around and continued to make the next stuffing.

Jiang Xun also came out of the training ground, and saw that the three of them were busy or making dumplings, so they washed their hands and joined in.

Jiang Mu has piled up more than a dozen rolled dumpling skins in front of her, and the rolling pin and dough are simply as she wants in her hands, Jiang Mi blinked, and a dumpling skin with a thin outer ring and a thick middle has been rolled out.

Seeing that there were more and more dumpling wrappers, Jiang Mi also hurriedly started to wrap them, but she would only wrap one style.

Spread the dumpling skin in the palm of your hand, scoop a lump of filling and put it in the middle, then close the two skins, put the two ends into a nest, and then press and compact them one by one along the edge of the dumpling skin, so that the full dumpling will come out.

Although the appearance is not exquisite, it is very sincere, and the main thing is that the skin is thin and the filling is too much, and it will not break.

Jiang Xunbao's is much better looking than her, shaped like an ear of wheat, very delicate, but the filling material is not as good as her feet.

Looking at it, Jiang Mi suddenly had a little sense of comparison, and no longer made dumplings that he was good at, but instead started doing flower work.

After a while, there were a few more strange-looking dumplings on the neatly arranged dumpling plates.

"You can eat these dumplings by yourself!" Jiang's mother complained while rolling the dumpling skin.

"Eat it yourself, eat it yourself." Jiang Mi pursed his lips.

Anyway, it's like this when you go back to making dumplings, and it's not normal if you don't mix a few strange things in those dumplings.

Jiang's mother finished rolling out the first wave of dumpling skins, and both of them only wrapped less than one-third, so Jiang's mother put down her rolling pin and began to join the dumpling-making army.

"How many times have I taught you? Look, isn't it a perfect dumpling with your hands folded like this, pinched hard, and squeezed like this? Mother Jiang was teaching, and her hands did not stop, and almost a few seconds a round and chubby dumpling appeared from her hand.