Chapter 10

Ning He rubbed Qian Lin’s head lovingly: “Eat slowly, there is still a lot. If you want to eat more, mom will make it tomorrow!”

Qianlin nodded vigorously: “Mom, Dad, you try it too!”

Ning He sat back in his seat, picked up the dumplings with his chopsticks and reached for the dish of spicy dipping sauce.

A pair of chopsticks also reached out from the other side, and both pairs of chopsticks, holding dumplings, reached into the dish of spicy dipping sauce.

The two dumplings were stuck together, inseparable.

Ning He was slightly stunned, raised her head and looked directly opposite, and He Shaochuan’s deep eyes also fell on her.

Their eyes met. Ning He coughed lightly, quickly withdrew his hand holding the dumpling, lowered his head, and stuffed the dumpling into his mouth in one bite.

He Shaochuan paused for a moment until Qianlin reminded him, “Dad, the dumpling wrappers are already dyed.”

He came to his senses and swallowed the dumpling in one bite.

The spicy taste of the dipping sauce has permeated the dumpling skin, and the aroma of the meat filling inside the dumplings fills the mouth. The aroma of meat, vegetables, and the unique spiciness of ginger instantly cover the greasiness of the oil residue, making the entire filling refreshing and delicious.

Ning He secretly looked up at He Shaochuan, and when she saw that he ate the dumplings without disgust, Ning He breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that He Shaochuan doesn’t hate her original body that much, so it seems she still has hope of redemption.

He Shaochuan raised his eyebrows, with a hint of confusion in his deep eyes.

He still couldn’t help asking, “Is there meat and ginger in the dumpling filling?”

“I put in the grease.”

“Oil residue?” He Shaochuan was stunned.

It seems that no one expected that someone would put oil residue in dumplings.

But I have to say that dumplings made with oil residue do taste pretty good.

Ning He smiled and said, “Isn’t there a saying? If you want the meat filling to be fragrant, add more green onions and ginger.”

He Shaochuan had never heard of this sentence, but what Ning He said made sense.

Ning He’s pot of dumplings tasted much better than any he had ever made before.

But who taught her to do this?

“Did Sister Zhao teach you this?” He Shaochuan asked.

“Sister Zhao?” Ning He looked at He Shaochuan in confusion. Under his inquiring gaze, Ning He realized that the Sister Zhao He Shaochuan was referring to was Zhao Lan.

Ning He didn’t want He Shaochuan to doubt her, so she nodded decisively: “Yes, Sister Zhao Lan is very nice. Today she taught me how to mix dumpling fillings, knead dough, roll out dumpling wrappers, and make dumplings.”

Ning He was afraid that He Shaochuan would be suspicious, so she added, “I saw you often make dumplings for Lin Bao. Later, I asked Lin Bao if he liked dumplings, and he said he did. I have never cooked before, so I thought of asking Sister Zhao Lan for advice.”

“Is that right, Linbao?” Ning He said, and looked at Qianlin again.

Qianlin looked at the smile his mother gave him and nodded.

This explanation made sense, and He Shaochuan’s frown relaxed a little.

Ning He saw that he had dispelled his doubts, so she quickly finished the dumplings in her bowl, stood up and said to He Shaochuan.

“I’m done eating. Please wash the dishes.” Ning He remained calm.

That’s how it is. If one person cooks, the other has to wash the dishes.

Men and women work together, work is not tiring, and only by dividing the work and cooperating can we build a beautiful home!

Ning He originally thought that He Shaochuan would question this.

After all, from the brief conversation with He Shaochuan, she could see that He Shaochuan was a traditional Chinese man.

She thought, He Shaochuan must be a very patriarchal man at heart, right?

But she was wrong.

Instead of refutation, He Shaochuan accepted it with pleasure.

“Well, come in and rest for a while. I’ll wash the dishes and boil some water for you.”

Ning He: ???

Boil water for her?

Without waiting for Ning He to ask, He Shaochuan continued, “Take a shower first, then Qianlin.”

Ning He suddenly realized that the boiled water was for her to take a bath.

This, isn’t this a bad thing?

Ning He lives in modern times, and no one has ever boiled water for her. After all, there is no need to boil water for taking a bath in modern times.

Could it be that He Shaochuan doesn’t have a male chauvinist nature?

A male chauvinist would never boil water for a woman, let alone take the initiative to wash dishes.

Thinking of this, Ning He felt more relieved.

That’s good, that’s good, it’s even better if you’re not a male chauvinist.

It also saves her the trouble of training.

Although Ning He was born solo, she was influenced by her father since she was a child and saw how her father held her mother in the palm of his hand.

Her mother also told her that men need to be trained. Even when Ning He didn’t even have a boyfriend, her mother had already started teaching Ning He how to train a man.

Her mother’s training method has the following four points:

1. If you have an idea, don’t wait for a man to guess it, express it directly.

2. Mistakes can be tolerated, but there must be a bottom line.

3. Give affirmation to men for things they do well.

4. Guide him to love you in the way you like.

After hearing this, Ning He exclaimed, “Mom, you are my God!”

Even she, who had never been in a relationship, expressed her agreement and perfection after hearing the four points her mother said.

Ning He decided to put what he learned into practice.

When He Shaochuan finished washing the dishes and boiled water for her, Ning He walked to the kitchen door and looked at the man’s back as he added firewood to the fire.

“Is the water ready?” Ning He’s voice broke the silence.

He Shaochuan turned around and looked at the slender figure standing at the door.

“It’s almost done. Go wait outside. It’s hot here.”

It was summer, and there was still a fire burning in the kitchen, like a big steamer.

But Ning He didn’t care. She walked up to He Shaochuan with a handkerchief in her hand and handed it to He Shaochuan.

“You also know it’s hot? You’re sweating all over, why don’t you wipe it off?” Ning He greeted with a smile.

He Shaochuan raised his eyes, his gaze fell on the white hands, stayed there for a few seconds, and then he quickly looked away.

He refused coldly: “No, it’s good to sweat a little.”

Ning He was not discouraged by the rejection. She laughed out loud: “Well, you are right. In the summer, sweat more to detoxify.”

He Shaochuan looked at Ning He again, and the light from the tungsten filament lamp above his head fell on Ning He’s bright smiling face.

It also makes her face look softer and more beautiful.

Ninghe’s beauty is recognized by all.

They had been married for more than three years, and He Shaochuan had just realized that Ning Hebi was indeed prettier, even prettier than she had been in the previous three years.

Soon the bath water was ready. He Shaochuan scooped the hot water into the bucket, and then he took the empty bucket outside and fetched a bucket of cold water from the hand-pumped well. After putting the bucket down, he went to get a wooden barrel, poured the hot water into the barrel, and added some cold water.

After testing the temperature with his hand, He Shaochuan looked at Ning He and said, “The public bathhouse is not open today, so let’s just wash here.”

He Shaochuan knew that the original body was very clean. Ever since she came to the compound, she had to take a bath every day. She would go to the bathhouse if it was open. If the bathhouse was not open, she would ask He Shaochuan to boil water for her to take a bath.

He Shaochuan was used to this, and without Ning He asking him to ask, he took the initiative to boil water for her.