1970s Gangster Couple NOT MTL

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Every meal is a torment, yet they willingly endure it. It's just too delicious—the fragrance is not created by piling up seasonings, but rather the pure and lingering aroma of the ingredients that permeates the heart and lungs, lasting for a long time.

Wang Wei finished making the dumplings and, with Xiao Xiao, stepped out. They saw that the neighbors on both sides had their doors open, and quite a few heads were peeking out, looking in their direction.

When they came out, everyone seemed embarrassed.

Being tempted by the food, they stared at the doorframes like children. Moreover, they were caught by their hosts, making the situation quite awkward.

Wang Wei pretended not to notice, going door-to-door to deliver dumplings. These neighbors didn't expect to receive dumplings and expressed their gratitude, returning the favor by bringing over some well-prepared dishes for dinner.

"Girl, we enjoyed the dumplings. The taste is really amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this? Can I also learn from you? You don't know, after eating the dumplings you sent, my husband and two kids all said my cooking is like pig food."

Now, the neighbor on the right is delivering bone broth. She is also a woman in her thirties. Although she says her own cooking is being criticized, her face is beaming with a smile.

Xiao Xiao honestly says, "It's not me; my husband cooks all the meals at our home."

The neighbor sister is quite disbelieving after hearing this.

When Wang Wei and Xiao Xiao delivered dumplings to them, these neighbors were all amazed that the newly arrived young couple looked so good, especially Wang Wei, who was incredibly handsome and charming. However, he had a forbidding demeanor, giving off an air that suggested not to mess with him.

The neighbors were still feeling regretful in their hearts. Despite being good-looking, they feared that this man must be difficult to deal with. On the other hand, the hostess seemed to be soft and gentle, likely often bullied by the husband.

Preconceived notions made them believe that Wang Wei definitely held a privileged position at home. Even if he was good-looking, and even if their own husbands didn't look like much, being a worker in the factory, the family relied on him, and at home, he was a big shot.

Upon hearing that the husband is the one cooking in this household, the neighbor sister instinctively thought Xiao Xiao was joking, "Girl, you must be kidding. Your husband also works in the factory. Where does he find the time to cook? Sure, there's always some time available, but fundamentally, the man is the head of the household. He earns money to support the family. If he doesn't allow his family members to serve him, that's already considered good. Who would come back home and cook for the family?"

"Really? Wang Wei cooks faster than me. Sister, take this soup back with you. We still have plenty of dumplings left, and we won't be able to finish them all tonight. Plus, it's too hot to leave it out," Xiao Xiao pushed the bowl of soup back into the hands of the neighbor sister.

The neighbor sister seemed a bit dazed, but she responded with an "Oh" and indeed took the soup bowl with her.

Upon returning to her own home, she finally snapped out of it. She glanced at her own husband and then thought of Wang Wei's demeanor, sighing inwardly, "Comparison is the thief of joy!"

After Xiao Xiao saw off the neighbor who brought the soup, she was just about to close the door when Wang Wei lightly tapped her forehead. "You're so honest. Can't you just say that you made the meal? What if someone says you're not capable? It's fine if you say it yourself, but if someone else says it, I feel really uncomfortable."