Is the beginning of a catastrophe? The little farm cook is raising a family with a full warehouse.

As the morning light began to shine, Cheng Yuntao was already busy in the kitchen.

She had a slender figure, wearing a neat coarse cloth dress and a clean apron around her waist. Her hair was neatly combed, and a few strands of hair fell on her white neck, adding a touch of gentleness and competence.

Cheng Yuntao stood in front of the chopping board, picked up a piece of pork belly with the right amount of fat and lean meat and placed it on the cutting board. The kitchen knife in his hand flew up and down. As the knife rose and fell, the pork belly instantly turned into uniform pieces of meat, each piece was of similar size.

After pouring the chopped meat into the hot iron pan, hold the spatula and stir-fry lightly. The meat will jump happily in the pan. After a while, the oil will seep out, sizzling, and the aroma of the meat will slowly spread.

While the meat was being fried, Cheng Yuntao took the time to turn around, picked up a few soaked mushrooms from the basin, placed them on the table and quickly diced them. The diced mushrooms were then poured into the pot and stir-fried with the meat.

With a slight shake of the wrist, the spatula moves freely in the pot, and the unique aroma of the mushrooms is instantly stimulated, blending with the aroma of the meat.

When the heat was just right, Cheng Yuntao picked up the fermented black bean oil can beside her, tilted it slightly, and the golden fermented black bean oil poured down, instantly infusing the ingredients in the pot with a rich and fresh aroma.

After stir-frying quickly and evenly, take out the fried filling and place it in a large bowl on the side.

The glutinous rice had been soaked the night before. Cheng Yuntao picked up the basin where the glutinous rice was soaked, drained the water, used both hands to spread the glutinous rice out, poured it into the steamer, spread it flat and covered the pot with a lid.

The stove fire was blazing, and soon, steam carrying the aroma of rice escaped from the edge of the pot lid.

When the glutinous rice was steamed and each grain was plump and translucent, Cheng Yuntao opened the lid of the pot and the hot steam hit her face. She tilted her head slightly to avoid the warm mist, then used a spoon to scoop the glutinous rice into the bowl of filling, waving her arms and stirring vigorously.

Then he moved to the soup bucket next to the stove. In the bucket was a broth that had been simmered over a low fire for several hours. It was translucent and semi-milky white in color, rich and mellow.

Cheng Yuntao held a long-handled soup spoon, stirred it gently a few times, scooped up a full spoonful of broth, and slowly poured it into the filling. The soup fell as smooth as silk. Her eyes were focused, her hands moving non-stop, stirring with chopsticks while pouring, allowing the glutinous rice to fully absorb the deliciousness of the broth.

Finally, I pinched a pinch of pepper from the seasoning box and sprinkled it evenly. I also grabbed a handful of chopped green onions from the basket beside the counter and sprinkled them finely over the noodles. The aroma of onions and the filling filled the air, and the siu mai filling was ready.

The filling is delicate, and the production of the dough must be equally critical. Cheng Yuntao poured flour into a basin, added water, and reached into the basin, skillfully kneading, rubbing, and pressing the dough. The dough gradually became smooth and flexible in her hands.

She pinched off a small piece of dough, placed it on a floured chopping board, gently rolled it into strips with her hands, and then skillfully pinched it into even pieces of dough.

He picked up the rolling pin and skillfully rolled out the dough. The dough spun rapidly under the rolling pin. In the blink of an eye, the edge became as thin as a cicada's wing and translucent enough to reflect the lines on the palm of his hand.

Take a piece of dough and spread it on the palm of your hand. Use a spoon to scoop up the filling and place it in the center of the dough. Then use your fingers to flexibly pinch the folds, making the folds fine and even. When closing the dough, gently lift and close it, and a steamed bun shaped like a small bundle will appear on your fingertips. Its round appearance is very pleasing.

While the dumplings were being steamed, Cheng Yuntao slowed down, leaned against the door, and looked at the master and apprentice who were practicing martial arts in the yard.

The light of dawn spread across the open yard.

Jiang Yu was wearing a neat brown shirt today, with a black belt around his waist. He had a strong posture and exuded a calm and sharp aura, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Cheng Jingzhu was still young, dressed in coarse cloth shorts, his clear eyes were full of a burning desire to learn martial arts, but he could not hide the nervousness of his first close combat practice.

At this moment, he was staring at Jiang Yu intently, clasping his fists and saluting. Although his posture was immature, his etiquette was very thorough.

"If you want to learn, you have to learn the most practical things. Time is short and the task is heavy. I won't use any fancy tricks. I will directly teach you the tricks of close combat. Please listen carefully and watch carefully!"

With that, Jiang Yu planted his feet slightly apart, planted them firmly on the ground, knees slightly bent, and his center of gravity lowered. His entire body seemed like an old, rooted pine tree, indestructible. Simultaneously, he bent his arms slightly, clenched his fists, and raised them to his chest, palms facing inward, elbows lowered, protecting his vital chest and abdomen. His movements were fluid and seamless.

"Standing like this, your lower body is solid and difficult for the enemy to break, while your upper body is flexible, making both offense and defense easier. Don't underestimate this starting position."

Cheng Jingzhu blinked his eyes and followed suit, adjusting his posture with great effort, but his feet seemed out of control and he swayed a few times before he could barely stand steady.

Seeing this, Jiang Yu took a few steps forward, lightly lifted his foot and tapped the outside of Cheng Jingzhu's ankle, slightly adjusting the distance, and then lightly pressed his shoulders to help him lower his shoulders.

"Don't be impatient. Martial arts training doesn't happen overnight. When you're standing firmly on your feet, your muscles shouldn't be tense as if they were strings. They should be like a needle hidden within cotton, relaxed but with strength within. Only then can you sustain a lasting response."

"Furthermore, his eyes are as sharp as a hawk, closely watching the enemy's body."

There was a gleam of brilliance in Jiang Yu's eyes, and he raised his hand and waved it quickly. Cheng Jingzhu's eyes were panicked and he turned his head hastily to respond.

"Don't panic at this point! Keep your eyes locked on your opponent's shoulders and hips. Movements there can best reveal their intentions to attack. Anticipating their attacks gives you the upper hand."

After that, Jiang Yu slowed down his movements to demonstrate. Cheng Jingzhu frowned, stared intently, and tried hard to imitate.

"In close combat, timing is as precious as gold. When your opponent makes a move, don't rush in and meet it head-on. Look for a weakness, just like a cheetah waiting for a deer. Wait until the opponent's strength is exhausted and the old move is about to be released, then strike decisively."

"Like this, using the twisting force of your waist and abdomen to transfer to your fists and arms, a short, swift blow will defeat the enemy in one go."

Jiang Yu threw a punch sideways, the wind from his fist was whistling, but it stopped abruptly just inches away from Cheng Jingzhu's face, frightening the little guy so much that he shrank his neck and closed his eyes.

After Cheng Jingzhu had digested the information for a while, the two of them started sparring.

At first, Cheng Jingzhu was timid, his moves were weak, and he dodged in panic. Jiang Yu's attacks were slow and steady, and he used his palms instead of fists from time to time, patting his shoulders and arms, and giving him advice on how to respond.

After a few rounds, he gradually got into the groove. Cheng Jingzhu's face flushed, his eyes were determined, his punches became bolder, and his steps became more flexible.

After practicing for a while, the master and disciple stopped and stood still. Cheng Jingzhu was sweating profusely and panting, but he grinned innocently: "Master! I feel like I've finally gotten the hang of it!"

"Very good! Then come again!" Jiang Yu grinned, clenched his fists, and rushed forward again with his moves.

"Ah? Coming again?!"

Cheng Jingzhu had thought today's training intensity had reached its target, but he never expected it was just the beginning. With a whine, he had to pull himself together again. Although he grumbled, he didn't dare slack off even a bit. He took a serious stance, his eyes fixed intently on Jiang Yu's movements.

Cheng Yuntao, who was leaning against the door, smiled and shook her head, turned back to the kitchen, opened the steamer and took a look. She felt that the time was almost right, so she started frying the pancakes.