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.

had muttered 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

"Denis, how did your dumpling turn out so

much meat in there?"

I like meat," she had replied

guide her. His large hands had

now?" Denis had asked

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

the moment. Daria, noticing his dazed expression, had mischievously

had dipped her fingers in flour

brat!" Denis had retaliated, dipping his fingers in flour to draw lines on her face, turning

mean!" she

intervened, catching the two flour-covered children as they

Denis couldn't help but

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Daria again but chose not to call

of the group were beginners, Asher kept the lesson simple, teaching them a basic method of folding dumplings. It wasn't fancy-just closing the edges of the wrapper. The group barely managed to keep

long mastered the art of dumpling-making. His dumplings were intricately folded

"Why didn't you teach us how to make those fancy ones? Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're just hoping that

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

fancy ones might be too difficult for you. If you want to learn, I can teach you," Asher said,

beginning to learn the more complicated folds

even set aside a small

pick them up and

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

comparison, only for Nick to pick it up and throw it aside like