"Majority rules" is a principle familiar to many people and often accepted by default. In cases of disagreeing opinions regarding collective actions, decisions are mostly made according to this principle, which applies to various groups, including families.

For instance, when it comes to having dumplings for dinner, Li Peifeng, who considers himself the "head of the family," casts a dissenting vote, but the other three are in favor, so he has to agree as well.

The entire day passed in a hurry, everyone busy in their own rooms, and lunch wasn’t eaten together either. Instead, everyone just snacked on some junk food and fruit individually, leaving more anticipation and stomach space for the dumplings at dinner that evening.

Li Peifeng originally planned to go down to prepare the dough around four in the afternoon, but received a WeChat message from his beloved mentor Zhao Qingge just after three.

Three words, strong and forceful...

"Make dumplings!"

What impatience!

Li Peifeng glanced at the time, it was still early. He was in the middle of writing, and didn’t want to interrupt himself, so he pretended not to see it, pulled out his keyboard, and continued his creation.

Who would’ve thought that half a minute later, another message arrived...

Zhao Qingge: "Make dumplings!!"

Will eating later starve you to death?

His train of thought was thoroughly disrupted. Li Peifeng slammed the keyboard with a cold snort, still deciding to play dead. He wanted to see what could happen if he didn’t respond at all.

Most web novel authors are devoid of emotion while writing, or rather, during that period, they pour all their emotions into the book’s characters and world.

This is called "focus time."

Especially for successful web novel authors, the more successful they are, the more emotionless and focused they become. Things like children’s car accidents, parents’ illnesses, wives’ water breaking... these don’t bother them at all, nor do they affect these writing machines’ daily updates.

Li Peifeng was showing this tendency, which signified he was one step closer to truly being not a human... no, one step closer to becoming a true web novel master.

"Ring ring ring~"

Half a minute after Zhao Qingge sent the second message, Li Peifeng’s phone rang with a WeChat voice call tone. Yes, it was from his beloved mentor.

No more pretending to be dead—if he didn’t hear this, he’d probably have to knock down the door upstairs.

Li Peifeng sighed and chose to connect: "Hello?"

"Didn’t see my WeChat?"

Old Zhao’s tone was very calm, and Li Peifeng was slightly surprised: "You sent me a WeChat? Sorry, I didn’t see it."

"Okay, then I’ll say it again."

Zhao Qingge enunciated each word: "Make dumplings, come downstairs to make dumplings, did you hear me?"

I’ll include you in the dumplings too, eat the Zhao Qingge filling, though a bit old, it wins in texture, with lingering aftertaste, steamed and boiled for an hour and a half, absolutely fragrant, the taste must be quite good!

At this point, although it’s annoying to have his train of thought disrupted, Li Peifeng could only go downstairs, entering the living room to arrange things: "Making dumplings, everyone put down what you’re doing, take some precious time to come help me."

"Already making them?" Tianxuan was the first to open the door, somewhat surprised: "It’s only three, I just ate an apple."

To avoid speaking the truth and causing trouble, Li Peifeng rationally said: "Making dumplings takes time, besides, none of you know how to wrap them, so it will take even longer. Starting now, we can eat by five-thirty if we’re fast."

Zhao Qingge was the second to step out: "What should we do first?"

"You sit first. Wenyue, come out."

Opening the master bedroom door, Wu Wenyue was sitting in front of the computer, seemingly in a video meeting, luckily about to conclude. She hurriedly said a few words, rose, left the room, and followed Li Peifeng to the kitchen.

"What do we do?"

Li Peifeng opened the fridge, glanced at the home ingredients, and casually said: "We can only make cabbage pork dumplings, and add some pork fat to render into lard and put into the filling. Wenyue, you’re responsible for mincing the lean meat, cutting the fat into small pieces to render lard, then chopping the cabbage for the filling. First like this, then like that, finally that..."

After explaining the dumpling filling preparation, Wu Wenyue roughly understood and went to busy herself, while Li Peifeng put the board and flour on the dining table, preparing to knead the dough.

Tianxuan pointed to herself and Zhao Qingge: "What do we do?"

Li Peifeng looked askance at them: "Don’t ask me what you should do, first ask yourself what you can do!"

Tianxuan chuckled faintly: "Just half a month and you’re impatient, yet want to have it all? You’re really both incapable and daring."

Li Peifeng glanced at her, then at Zhao Qingge, paused for a moment, bowed his head, and started playing with the dough. He drew a flag shape slowly with flour on the board, saying deeply: "No longer dare to imagine, this is my white flag, let’s change the topic!"

Tianxuan raised her eyebrows, watching as the white flag painted with flour was soon covered by more flour he added, remaining silent.

"Whew~"

Zhao Qingge exhaled lightly, her gaze shifted from Li Peifeng to the dining room, where Wu Wenyue was intently washing pork to thaw it. Her expression gradually became complex, she pursed her lips tightly, not saying anything.

...

The dumpling-making process is tedious, not a single person’s task, but the main steps are two: kneading dough and mincing ingredients.

Although Wu Wenyue wasn’t skilled at the former, she was decent at the latter, and Li Peifeng admired her knife skills, which could finally come into play at this time.

He himself served as the main force in dumpling-making, responsible for mixing the dough, kneading it, and rolling out the wrappers. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Nevertheless, the other two didn’t just sit and watch as Li Peifeng said, after sitting for a while, Zhao Qingge and Tianxuan went to the kitchen to help Wu Wenyue mince the ingredients. Whether they knew how or understood wasn’t important; what mattered was their involvement.