Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

It wasn't just him who was under the thumb of his wife. Nick, too, now followed Irene's every word. If Irene told him to go east, he wouldn't dare head west. If she told him to stand, he wouldn't dare sit.

Asher and Robert, though still single at the moment, would undoubtedly be the same once they had girlfriends. These men, who commanded the winds and rains outside, turned into obedient lambs at home. When it came to their wives, there was only one word to describe them: submission.

"Since you're all idle now, why don't we make dumplings? Later, we'll steam them," someone suggested.

Robert frowned at the idea. "Isn't it easier to just buy pre-made dumplings from the supermarket? Why go through all this trouble to make them ourselves?"

"Supermarket dumplings can't compare to homemade ones. Don't you know how to make them? If not, I can teach you," Asher said, rolling up his sleeves and heading to the sink to wash his hands.

"Wash your hands and get ready to make dumplings," Julian ordered in his usual commanding tone. Robert looked helplessly at Nick, silently pleading for help.

At that moment, Irene, standing at the kitchen door, gave Nick a quick glance. Without hesitation, Nick stood up. "Wash your hands," he said.

"Bro..." Robert's face was full of despair.

Denis, his expression complicated as if lost in thought, also obediently went to wash his hands.

The dough was already prepared. Asher began rolling out the wrappers and proceeded to teach the group how to make dumplings.

For Denis, the scene in front of him triggered a flood of memories. He saw an image in his mind: his younger self and Daria sitting around their mother, who was carefully rolling out dumpling wrappers with a rolling pin.

"Today, I'll teach you how to make dumplings," their mother had said.

"Mom, I love dumplings! Teach me quickly!" Daria had chirped, sitting on a small stool with a bright, eager smile.

"Alright. Denis, you should learn too," their mom had encouraged.

under his breath, though his eyes remained fixed on his mother's hands. He had always been a quick learner, and in no time, he managed to copy

overly ambitious, stuffing too much filling into the wrapper. "Denis, how did your dumpling turn out so pretty? Look at mine! The

told you to stuff so much meat in there?" Denis had shot

meat,"

putting down what he was working on to guide her. His large hands had enveloped her

Denis had asked

with a laugh. Her laughter was beautiful-her eyes

in the moment. Daria, noticing his dazed expression, had mischievously waved her hand in front of his face. "Denis, are you staring

a sly grin, she had dipped her fingers in flour

in flour to draw lines on her face,

mean!"

their mother had intervened, catching the two flour-covered children as they ran around

the present, Denis couldn't help but smile as he recalled

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fooled. He knew Denis was thinking about Daria again but chose

group were beginners, Asher kept the lesson simple, teaching them a basic method of folding dumplings. It wasn't fancy-just

the other hand, had long mastered the art of dumpling-making. His dumplings were intricately folded with delicate pleats, standing out among the

those fancy ones? Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're just hoping that Little Bunny will praise you for making the

he nearly dropped the dumpling wrapper in his hand. Was this really the Julian he knew? How had his intelligence suddenly plummeted? Competing over who made

fancy ones might be too difficult for you.

Julian said, beginning to learn the

saying a word. He even set aside a small section of the

them up

Robert, who had spent ages making a perfect dumpling, proudly showed it off. "Bro, look at this one! It's so good, it

Nick's dumplings for comparison, only for Nick to pick it up