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

the wrapper. "Denis, how did your dumpling turn

told you to stuff so much meat in

like meat," she had replied

me-I'll show you," Denis had said, putting down what he was working on to guide her. His large hands had enveloped her small ones as he helped her pinch the dumpling

now?" Denis had asked softly

dumplings!" Daria had exclaimed with a laugh. Her laughter was beautiful-her

noticing his dazed expression, had mischievously

her fingers in flour and smeared it on his

fingers in flour to draw lines on her face, turning her into

so mean!"

down!" their mother had intervened, catching the two flour-covered children as they ran

help but smile

all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Asher waved a hand in

was thinking about Daria again but chose

them a basic method of folding dumplings. It wasn't fancy-just closing the edges of the wrapper.

dumplings were intricately folded with delicate pleats, standing out among the simpler ones

ones? Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're just

his intelligence suddenly plummeted? Competing over who made the prettiest dumplings? And

it. I just thought the fancy ones might be too difficult for you. If you want to

to learn the more complicated

dumplings without saying a word. He even set aside a small section

area, he would pick them up and toss them aside-literally

off.

placed it next to Nick's dumplings for comparison, only for Nick to pick it up and throw it aside like trash. "Get