Chapter 26 Making Dumplings

Being beaten black and blue was commonplace, and not having any broken bones was already a sign of mercy from her brother.

There are still bruises on her body that have not disappeared.

It should be said that she has never been completely well since she started exercising.

After getting ready, Jiang Mi walked to the opposite side of Jiang Xun. As soon as he got into position, Jiang Xun hit him with a straight punch without even saying a word.

Jiang Mi's pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted "that was unethical" and quickly bent down to avoid it, then squatted and swept across.

Jiang Xun's height of nearly 1.9 meters gave her a great sense of oppression, and due to the different physiological structures of men and women, men naturally have a certain advantage in strength. Therefore, Jiang Mi had no way to confront him head-on. She could only rely on skills to find Jiang Xun's flaws 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.

Jiang Mi gritted his teeth and rubbed his extremely sore arm. His wrist was noticeably swollen, and blue spots could be clearly seen on the exposed skin.

"Brother, you are really ruthless."

Jiang Xun glanced at her, took out the safflower oil, and massaged her while saying lightly: "I will not hold back in the future. Your current strength is enough for me to go all out."

Hearing him say this, Jiang Mi immediately forgot the pain in his body, and asked excitedly with shining eyes: "Really? Am I so powerful now?"

Seeing that she was like a little child, Jiang Xun couldn't help but chuckle, "So you have to be prepared. If you get hurt again, it won't just be flesh and blood. You may also break bones."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Mi suddenly felt as if his bones were a little painful. He couldn't help but shudder and muttered softly: "Brother, aren't you bullying me?"

Jiang Xun patted her head and said, "Okay, go back and rest."

Jiang Mi curled her lips and limped back to her room. After washing up, she lay down on the bed. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Jiang Mi was eating breakfast while listening to her parents talking about fertilized eggs.

After a day of research yesterday, Father Jiang felt that these fertilized eggs should be able to hatch, but it might not be possible to see the results in the next two days.

Cultivating fertilized eggs is quite laborious, and coupled with the anticipation of welcoming a new life, Father and Mother Jiang dare not relax for a moment. After hurriedly finishing their breakfast, they rushed to the incubator to keep an eye on it.

After finishing his morning exercise, Jiang Mi went to the monitoring room. Two of the surveillance screens on the wall went black again, but from the remaining surveillance screens, he could see that the dark mountain was covered with a thin layer of snow, but the snow was not white, but gray.

Heavy snow is still falling from the sky, and it is getting heavier.

It looks like the temperature outside has dropped below zero.

The falling snow reminded Jiang Mi of the winter solstice, and he suddenly felt like eating dumplings.

Since there was nothing to do for the time being, she might as well do it. So she stood up from the recliner and ran straight to the incubation room.

When she arrived, Father and Mother Jiang were still observing the incubator face to face, mumbling something to each other. When they heard the door open, they turned around and hurriedly urged, "Quick, quick, close the door, don't let the cold wind in."

Jiang Mi obediently closed the door, then walked up to the two of them and leaned over to take a closer look, but after staring for a while he didn't notice anything different.

"Are the eggs moving?" she asked curiously.

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

"You guys watching here won't speed up the hatching process. Mom and Dad, why don't we make dumplings? It's been a long time since I had dumplings made by you." Jiang Mi blinked and said with a smile.

Mother Jiang's eyes lit up, and she said cheerfully, "Okay, okay, let's make dumplings today."

Father Jiang reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the incubator and said, "Okay, then let's make dumplings and prepare more fillings."

The three of them walked towards the kitchen together.

Some people are kneading the dough, some are picking vegetables, and some are chopping meat. The division of labor is clear and everything is in order.

Father Jiang always chops the meat himself when making dumpling fillings; he doesn't like using a machine to mix it.

As for why, according to him, dumplings should have hand-rolled skin and hand-chopped stuffing, so that they have soul and taste.

Jiang Mi agreed with this statement. No matter how many varieties of dumplings there are out there, she felt from the bottom of her heart that only the dumplings made by her father tasted the same.

Although my mother can't cook, she can roll out dough and make dumplings. She is even particularly talented at making dumplings. She can basically make dumplings of various shapes just by looking at them. And she can make them look pretty good. Once she becomes skilled, she can make them very delicate.

"Let's start with the leeks, eggs and shrimps." Father Jiang pushed the bowl of prepared stuffing towards the two of them, then turned around and continued to make the next stuffing.

Jiang Xun also came out of the training ground at this time. Seeing the three people busy making dumplings, he washed his hands and joined in.

There were already more than a dozen rolled dumpling wrappers piled in front of Jiang's mother. The rolling pin and dough were in her hands just as she pleased. Jiang Mi blinked, and a dumpling wrapper that was thin on the outside and thick in the middle was ready.

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

Spread the dumpling wrapper on the palm of your hand, scoop a dollop of stuffing and put it in the middle, then close the two wrappers, tuck the two ends inward, and press down along the edges of the dumpling wrapper one by one, and a plump dumpling will come out.

Although it doesn't look exquisite, it is very authentic. Its main feature is that it has a thin skin, lots of fillings, and won't break.

The dumplings made by Jiang Xun were much better looking than hers. They were shaped like wheat ears and very delicate, but the fillings were not as good as hers.

As Jiang Mi watched, he suddenly felt a little competitive. He stopped making dumplings, which he was good at, and instead started making fancy things.

In a short while, a few strange-looking dumplings appeared on the neatly arranged dumpling plate.

"Eat these dumplings yourself!" Mother Jiang complained while rolling out the dumpling wrappers.

"Eat it by yourself." Jiang Mi curled his lips.

Anyway, this is how Hui people make dumplings. It would be abnormal if there weren't some strange things mixed in the dumplings.

Jiang's mother had finished rolling out the first batch of dumpling skins. Both of them had only wrapped less than one-third of them. Jiang's mother put down the rolling pin and started to join the dumpling-making army.

"How many times have I taught you? Look, put your hands together like this, pinch them hard, and squeeze them like this, isn't it a perfect dumpling?" While teaching, Jiang's mother did not stop her hands. In just a few seconds, a round and plump dumpling appeared in her hands.