When making milk powder, you must use warm boiled water below 45 degrees; you must add milk powder first, use water to make milk powder instead of using milk powder to make water!
I followed my mother's instructions and clumsyly shook the bottle in my hand; obviously, I didn't consider that there was an opening in the bottle's pacifier, and milk splashed all over my hands.
You are really a young master. You are quite smart when you are studying, but why can't you even make milk powder? My mother complained while shaking the bottle in her hand skillfully.
Ah, no! I can't think of it anyway! I was scrambling the milk on the bottle with a rag, and then handed her to my mother.
The bottle has an ordinary lid. Look, my mother put the bottle in front of me, pointed to the closed bottle cap beside her, and added in a disappointed tone: My dear genius son, the milk powder you made is really like the water of the Yellow River, with mud and sand; pour it down, work hard again
When I come back from school in two days, I can rinse it with cold water! I carefully covered the bottle cap and vented all my resentment to the bottle in my hand. I shook the sealed bottle with all my strength. This is my sixth brewing. This is my only success and not failure!
The water temperature was too low, and my mother's lazy words interrupted my venting. She was obviously the father of eight children, but she was still so irritable.
After looking at the thermometer that was close to room temperature in front of me, I had to swallow my resentment back and re-receive water.
After feeding eight children sparsely, I was exhausted and sat on the floor, leaning against the edge of my wife Sammy's bedside. After serving the nine ancestors, I could not squeeze out any strength (actually, I just helped my mother). This was the third night when Sammy returned home. It was two weeks after she gave birth. I missed the nurses and sisters in the hospital. It was not because of this, but they mainly helped my mother in the hospital. I was only responsible for the purchase of goods and the concerns about my wife's verbal concern. The most desperate thing was in the middle of the night. As soon as I settled down the old one, the younger ones started to make a fuss: it was often when I just closed my eyes in tranquility, and a cry broke the silence, followed by a louder symphony, like a light bulb connected, and as long as one lights on, the others would illuminate.
After giving birth, his wife Sammy's physical function showed a significant decrease. As a demigod, she was supported by her physical strength, she could still move normally even if she lost more than two-thirds of her blood. Even if her limbs were cut, she could recover completely within 72 hours. Even if some of her body's organs were ruptured due to trauma, she could recover her skills after simple treatment.
However, after gynecology, Sammy's wound healing rate was close to that of ordinary women, and the surface wounds were nearly 6 days before healing. What made me even more uneasy was that Sammy's hemoglobin and various hormone levels were still far beyond ordinary people, but compared with prenatal levels, it also dropped by more than 30% compared to prenatal levels.
The most intuitive impression of Sammy after giving birth is that she loses muscle mass, is thin, and is too thin!
From the two-meter giant body that was originally like a giant muscle, it has shrunk into its current tall figure; its originally strong chest muscles have disappeared completely, and the breastless breasts are like a steel plate
Am I old and ugly now? Just after coaxing the last and most stubborn child, Sammy's weak and hoarse voice seemed to be heard in his ears. As an elderly person, it may be because of the decline in hormone levels in the short term after childbirth. His originally heroic and generous personality also began to become submissive and became sensitive and fragile.
No, look at your slender legs, perfect waist-to-hip ratio, you are now a supermodel in body shape. I lay on my side, held Sammy's big hand, and gently kissed her lips
Obviously, as long as you kiss me, I would definitely fuck you excitedly until the next day I couldn't get out of bed. Her barbarian cock was obediently on my big glans, and her voice was a little sobbing, and she continued to say vague words: Am I not worthy of being a mother? I don't even have breasts.
She became more and more excited as she spoke. I could feel her anxiety through her spiritual energy, unwillingness and helplessness.
Little baby, drink milk well. After enjoying the long-lost adequate sleep, a gentle sound came from my ears. In the hazy, I seemed to have seen a vague wisp of silver white
I quickly rubbed my eyes and saw that Ida, the 11-year-old, was naked in front of me, feeding two babies on the left and right with huge breasts that were not matched by her petite figure.
Just like a watermelon with incisions, the top of Ida's huge breast ball is outlined with plump, uneven bright red areola, and the sunken nipples in the middle areola are like fountains of two eyes; with the baby's sucking, slightly yellow milk leaks out from the mouth
Brother, don't stare at others. Ida's little face turned aside shyly, and he stroked the baby's breasts with his slender white index finger.
Oh, I'm really sorry; just sister, shouldn't you be there in Ivan now?
I hurried to Ida's side and asked my sister in a low voice, for fear of waking up my sleeping wife who was sleeping beside me.
Sister Beifa seems to be pregnant, so Brother Ivan is also busy. Ida heard that Aunt Sammy gave birth to eight children, so she secretly ran back without telling her brother Ivan. Brother, you won’t blame Ida, right?
Ida put the children back on the bed, then lowered her head to face me, her thick bangs covered her eyes
It's okay, but you leave so unswervingly, Ivan will be worried. I touched Ida's head and hurriedly reported my safety to Ivan.
Brother Ivan and sister Befa are very good to Ida, and Ida likes them very much; but Ida misses his brother
The little girl raised her little head, revealed her watery silver eyes, and opened her arms to give me a hug
The surging breast balls are squeezed and deformed in the hug, and bursts of milk are pouring out from the sunken springs.
When did Ida's breasts start to secrete her grandma?
I gently poked Ida's nipple with my fingers, and it was dipped in a lot of Ida's light yellow milk. I sent it to my mouth to taste it. Like the raw milk supplied in the south, it has a strong milk fragrance, but it is more fishy than raw milk.
Don't poke Ida, Ida hurriedly wrapped her chest and covered her big breasts with her forearm. But Ida's forearm must be her big areola that is too slender. Her big, uneven areola can still be clearly seen from the gap between her arms crossed.
It was this morning, just after entering my brother's room, Ida felt her chest swelling, and then,
Then it leaked?
Don't say it out, my brother bullies people
The little girl was still a little shy about her milk flowing out and gently pushed me with her hands. Although she didn't exert force, the power to support her during adolescence was beyond ordinary people, and she almost knocked me out with the bench.
Maybe it was driven by her instinct that even if she was a sperm provider, she could breastfeed her face when she was her child?
Or does Ida, whose breasts are more developed, automatically release progesterone and progesterone when puberty is about to end?
Among my eight children with Sammy, there are two daughters (one who supports her with pure blood and her sex chromosome Xt-X, with scrotum and testicles; one who supports her with mixed blood and her sex chromosome Xt-X, without scrotum and any form of testicles, the ovary creates sperm cells and egg cells at the same time, and the clitoris completely develops into a penis) and one son's chromosome is from Ida; it may be the homology displayed by the sperm cells, or it may be that my uncontrolled psychic energy distorts the laws of reality, resulting in the chromosome of the sons of those three babies being completely unrelated to Sammy (provided by Ida and Ida, with sex chromosome Xt-Y)
Can my brother take some Ida's breast milk for testing?
Before Ida's agreement, I collected Ida's breast milk with a clean bottle on the side. As a researcher, this was a rare opportunity.
No, no! Ida shyly glanced at the side, but she didn't refuse me, but clamped her arms so that the big watermelon on her chest would be more solid
Half an hour later, my mother rushed over from Sirius mansion and she changed shifts to take care of Sammy and the babies; while I took Ida to the Sirius Academy Mars Laboratory on the grounds of going to the college to use a centrifuge to analyze Ida's minor's ability to help her milk and body
I followed my mother's instructions and clumsyly shook the bottle in my hand; obviously, I didn't consider that there was an opening in the bottle's pacifier, and milk splashed all over my hands.
You are really a young master. You are quite smart when you are studying, but why can't you even make milk powder? My mother complained while shaking the bottle in her hand skillfully.
Ah, no! I can't think of it anyway! I was scrambling the milk on the bottle with a rag, and then handed her to my mother.
The bottle has an ordinary lid. Look, my mother put the bottle in front of me, pointed to the closed bottle cap beside her, and added in a disappointed tone: My dear genius son, the milk powder you made is really like the water of the Yellow River, with mud and sand; pour it down, work hard again
When I come back from school in two days, I can rinse it with cold water! I carefully covered the bottle cap and vented all my resentment to the bottle in my hand. I shook the sealed bottle with all my strength. This is my sixth brewing. This is my only success and not failure!
The water temperature was too low, and my mother's lazy words interrupted my venting. She was obviously the father of eight children, but she was still so irritable.
After looking at the thermometer that was close to room temperature in front of me, I had to swallow my resentment back and re-receive water.
After feeding eight children sparsely, I was exhausted and sat on the floor, leaning against the edge of my wife Sammy's bedside. After serving the nine ancestors, I could not squeeze out any strength (actually, I just helped my mother). This was the third night when Sammy returned home. It was two weeks after she gave birth. I missed the nurses and sisters in the hospital. It was not because of this, but they mainly helped my mother in the hospital. I was only responsible for the purchase of goods and the concerns about my wife's verbal concern. The most desperate thing was in the middle of the night. As soon as I settled down the old one, the younger ones started to make a fuss: it was often when I just closed my eyes in tranquility, and a cry broke the silence, followed by a louder symphony, like a light bulb connected, and as long as one lights on, the others would illuminate.
After giving birth, his wife Sammy's physical function showed a significant decrease. As a demigod, she was supported by her physical strength, she could still move normally even if she lost more than two-thirds of her blood. Even if her limbs were cut, she could recover completely within 72 hours. Even if some of her body's organs were ruptured due to trauma, she could recover her skills after simple treatment.
However, after gynecology, Sammy's wound healing rate was close to that of ordinary women, and the surface wounds were nearly 6 days before healing. What made me even more uneasy was that Sammy's hemoglobin and various hormone levels were still far beyond ordinary people, but compared with prenatal levels, it also dropped by more than 30% compared to prenatal levels.
The most intuitive impression of Sammy after giving birth is that she loses muscle mass, is thin, and is too thin!
From the two-meter giant body that was originally like a giant muscle, it has shrunk into its current tall figure; its originally strong chest muscles have disappeared completely, and the breastless breasts are like a steel plate
Am I old and ugly now? Just after coaxing the last and most stubborn child, Sammy's weak and hoarse voice seemed to be heard in his ears. As an elderly person, it may be because of the decline in hormone levels in the short term after childbirth. His originally heroic and generous personality also began to become submissive and became sensitive and fragile.
No, look at your slender legs, perfect waist-to-hip ratio, you are now a supermodel in body shape. I lay on my side, held Sammy's big hand, and gently kissed her lips
Obviously, as long as you kiss me, I would definitely fuck you excitedly until the next day I couldn't get out of bed. Her barbarian cock was obediently on my big glans, and her voice was a little sobbing, and she continued to say vague words: Am I not worthy of being a mother? I don't even have breasts.
She became more and more excited as she spoke. I could feel her anxiety through her spiritual energy, unwillingness and helplessness.
Little baby, drink milk well. After enjoying the long-lost adequate sleep, a gentle sound came from my ears. In the hazy, I seemed to have seen a vague wisp of silver white
I quickly rubbed my eyes and saw that Ida, the 11-year-old, was naked in front of me, feeding two babies on the left and right with huge breasts that were not matched by her petite figure.
Just like a watermelon with incisions, the top of Ida's huge breast ball is outlined with plump, uneven bright red areola, and the sunken nipples in the middle areola are like fountains of two eyes; with the baby's sucking, slightly yellow milk leaks out from the mouth
Brother, don't stare at others. Ida's little face turned aside shyly, and he stroked the baby's breasts with his slender white index finger.
Oh, I'm really sorry; just sister, shouldn't you be there in Ivan now?
I hurried to Ida's side and asked my sister in a low voice, for fear of waking up my sleeping wife who was sleeping beside me.
Sister Beifa seems to be pregnant, so Brother Ivan is also busy. Ida heard that Aunt Sammy gave birth to eight children, so she secretly ran back without telling her brother Ivan. Brother, you won’t blame Ida, right?
Ida put the children back on the bed, then lowered her head to face me, her thick bangs covered her eyes
It's okay, but you leave so unswervingly, Ivan will be worried. I touched Ida's head and hurriedly reported my safety to Ivan.
Brother Ivan and sister Befa are very good to Ida, and Ida likes them very much; but Ida misses his brother
The little girl raised her little head, revealed her watery silver eyes, and opened her arms to give me a hug
The surging breast balls are squeezed and deformed in the hug, and bursts of milk are pouring out from the sunken springs.
When did Ida's breasts start to secrete her grandma?
I gently poked Ida's nipple with my fingers, and it was dipped in a lot of Ida's light yellow milk. I sent it to my mouth to taste it. Like the raw milk supplied in the south, it has a strong milk fragrance, but it is more fishy than raw milk.
Don't poke Ida, Ida hurriedly wrapped her chest and covered her big breasts with her forearm. But Ida's forearm must be her big areola that is too slender. Her big, uneven areola can still be clearly seen from the gap between her arms crossed.
It was this morning, just after entering my brother's room, Ida felt her chest swelling, and then,
Then it leaked?
Don't say it out, my brother bullies people
The little girl was still a little shy about her milk flowing out and gently pushed me with her hands. Although she didn't exert force, the power to support her during adolescence was beyond ordinary people, and she almost knocked me out with the bench.
Maybe it was driven by her instinct that even if she was a sperm provider, she could breastfeed her face when she was her child?
Or does Ida, whose breasts are more developed, automatically release progesterone and progesterone when puberty is about to end?
Among my eight children with Sammy, there are two daughters (one who supports her with pure blood and her sex chromosome Xt-X, with scrotum and testicles; one who supports her with mixed blood and her sex chromosome Xt-X, without scrotum and any form of testicles, the ovary creates sperm cells and egg cells at the same time, and the clitoris completely develops into a penis) and one son's chromosome is from Ida; it may be the homology displayed by the sperm cells, or it may be that my uncontrolled psychic energy distorts the laws of reality, resulting in the chromosome of the sons of those three babies being completely unrelated to Sammy (provided by Ida and Ida, with sex chromosome Xt-Y)
Can my brother take some Ida's breast milk for testing?
Before Ida's agreement, I collected Ida's breast milk with a clean bottle on the side. As a researcher, this was a rare opportunity.
No, no! Ida shyly glanced at the side, but she didn't refuse me, but clamped her arms so that the big watermelon on her chest would be more solid
Half an hour later, my mother rushed over from Sirius mansion and she changed shifts to take care of Sammy and the babies; while I took Ida to the Sirius Academy Mars Laboratory on the grounds of going to the college to use a centrifuge to analyze Ida's minor's ability to help her milk and body
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