His Domineering Lover
Chapter 653

Of course, Adam wasn't the only one henpecked, as here was Caesar, who followed Rose's lead.

Caesar would do whatever Rose demanded.

Steve and Lance should feel lucky that they were still single.

These men could summon the storm and churn the waves in the business field, but they became submissive to their lovers/wives at home.

"Since you have nothing to do, why not help make dumplings? We will have steamed dumplings for lunch."

Lance had a question, "There are ready-made dumplings in the supermarket, and why don't we buy them and spare all these troubles?"

"Those in the supermarkets don't taste good as ours. Do you know how to make dumplings? I can teach." Steve rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands in the bathroom. "Wash your hands to make dumplings," Adam ordered, and Lance turned to Caesar for help.

Rose at the door of the kitchen tipped Caesar the wink, and Caesar stood up immediately, "Come wash your hands."

"Bro..." Lance was dejected.

Something crossed Wilson's mind, and his expression was complex. Then, he went to wash his hands.

The paste was ready, and Steve rolled the dough into wrappers. Then, he taught others how to make dumplings.

The old memories relived in Wilson's mind. Still a child, Wilson sat beside his mother with Chelsea, and his mother rolled the dough into wrappers with a rolling pin. "Let's make dumplings today. It's our traditional food."

"Mom, I like dumplings the most. Hurry up." Chelsea sat obediently on the small bench.

"Alright, Wilson, you should learn too."

"Boring," Wilson complained in a low voice. Even so, he focused on the movements of his mother and learned fast. Soon, he made a dumpling.

Chelsea put too much meat in her wrapper and said, "Wilson, how come your dumpling is goodlooking? Look here, mine is bursting."

"You have put too much meat inside."

"Well, I love meat."

"Fool! Look here." Putting down his dumpling, Wilson taught Chelsea how to make dumplings

hand by hand.

"Got it?" Wilson asked beside Chelsea.

"A piece of cake! Wilson, look at the dumpling I made!" Chelsea burst into laughter. She looked beautiful when laughing, and her arched eyes were like the crescent moon in the sky. Wilson was lost in her smile. Chelsea waved her hands before him, "Wilson, are you OK?"

She smeared some flour on the face of Wilson for fun, "Ha-ha, stupid Wilson."

"Wicked girl!" Wilson left his finger marks on Chelsea's face with flour, and Chelsea looked like a messy kitty.

"You're so mean, Wilson."

"Stop, both of you." His mother caught two naughty children in escape.

Wilson couldn't help smile at these old times, and Steve waved his hands before his eyes, "What amused you?"

"Nothing." The smile on Wilson's face disappeared.

Steve knew that he was thinking about Chelsea but kept silent, "Well, let's begin."

Steve was thoughtful enough to teach these rookies the easiest way to make dumplings.

He put the meat into the center of the wrapper and

pressed the edge of the wrapper together. Those rookies copied mechanically. However, the dumplings Steve made were with a wrinkled edge, looking more beautiful.

Shooting a cold glance at those eye-catching dumplings made by Steve, Adam said, "Why are yours different from ours? Foul play! You try to steal the focus with your good-looking dumplings before Tracey." Shocked by the words from Adam, Steve dropped the wrapper in his hand, 'Is he the Adam I knew? Not a moron?'

'Steal the focus before Tracey with a dumpling?' It seemed to Steve that Adam had lost his mind because of a relationship.

"Come on. You're a rookie, and it's reasonable to start with the easy way. I can teach you if you like my way." Steve was helpless.

"You'd better teach me." Adam learned how to make the wrinkled edge from Steve.

Caesar concentrated on his work. He left his dumplings in an encircled area. If his territory was intruded he would throw those dumplings away without any hesitation. Yes, he threw them away directly.

It took half a day for Lance to make a perfect dumpling, "Caesar, Look, what a good-looking dumpling! It will win in the competition of golden dumplings."

Then, Lance put his dumpling in the territory of Caesar's dumplings. The next second, this poor dumping was thrown away like rubbish by Caesar, "Get lost." "Bro..." Lance felt like weeping but had no tears, 'Caesar doesn't care about my happiness?'

Caesar rolled his eyes at Lance, "My dumplings are for Rose only."

It was an explanation, and Lance felt sad.

What Wilson did was confusing. All his dumplings were almost too full to be closed up. And he didn't stop putting the meat inside until it seemed to burst. Steve advised several times, "Wilson, too much meat!"

"I like it." Wilson replied calmly, and Steve was at a loss for words.

Wilson still remembered that Chelsea loved dumplings with much meat.

Adam worked at his dumplings with great care, "No, this one is fatty, this skinny." He dumped into the bin all ugly dumplings.

"Come on, we will end up with starvation if you go on like this." Steve didn't feel like accompanying these insane guys.

Lance kept prattling and stole dumplings from others from time to time.

However, those dumplings with features and peculiarities spoke fortheir owners.

Lance was beaten up, and Adam threatened coldly, "These belong to my Tracey. I'll chop your hands off if you dare to touch them once."

Lance looked at Caesar pitifully, "Bro, please give me two."

"Get lost."

Lance turned to Wilson, but Wilson didn't spare a glance at him. Out of sympathy, Steve was the only one who gave some to Lance, and Lance was overjoyed. Tracey and Rose were ignorant of what happened in the living room.