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.

fixed on his mother's hands. He had always been a quick learner, and in no

wrapper. "Denis, how

to stuff so much

like meat," she

Watch me-I'll show you," Denis had said, putting down what he was working on to guide her. His large hands had

had asked softly by her

Denis, I finally know how to make dumplings!" Daria had exclaimed with a laugh. Her laughter

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

she had dipped her fingers in flour

flour to draw lines

so mean!"

intervened, catching the two flour-covered children as they

couldn't help but smile

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

He knew Denis was thinking about Daria again but chose not to

a basic method of folding dumplings. It wasn't fancy-just closing the edges of the wrapper. The group barely managed to

dumpling-making. His dumplings were intricately folded with delicate pleats, standing out among the simpler ones

think I don't know what you're up to. You're just hoping that Little Bunny will praise you for

was so startled by Julian's childish accusation that he nearly dropped the dumpling wrapper in his hand. Was this really the Julian he knew? How had his

for you. If you want to

learn the more complicated folds from

dumplings without saying a word. He even set aside a small section of the table for

area, he would pick them up and toss

showed it off. "Bro, look at

placed it next to Nick's dumplings for comparison, only for Nick to pick it up and throw it aside