Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 873 - 120 Li Mumu Doesn’t Want to Make Dumplings

Jiang Xiaotang had already given up hope, because she could see that her eldest brother truly had eyes only for Li Mumu.

Eldest Miss Li had the advantage in every way imaginable, leaving Xiaotang completely unmotivated to even try competing.

But He Lan was different. After all, Xiaotang couldn’t see what was so impressive about her. That woman could be summed up with one term: large bust, small brain.

And yet, to top it off, she had a personality of relentless persistence, stubbornly clinging to her brother without letting go.

These past few days at the bureau, Xiaotang had been enjoying peaceful moments of solitude with her brother in the office, but that woman just had to find every excuse to come over with "fevers."

Her brother wasn’t willing to deal with her harshly either. I mean, come on, just slap her across the face twice, and wouldn’t everything be solved?

To put it plainly, he’s just a scumbag.

Why don’t you scumbag *me* though?

What am I lacking compared to He Lan?

Jiang Xiaotang felt deeply indignant.

Today, she happened to bump into Youtiao and Chen Yan being all lovey-dovey, and her eldest brother’s face wore a bitter expression as if to say, "I don’t even have dumplings to eat." Xiaotang decided to go straight for the jugular.

"We’ve been sharing an office for days now, but you treat me like thin air?"

"Even an uncle can endure this, but an aunt certainly cannot!"

"You’re just annoyed that I don’t exude femininity!"

Though her brother didn’t admit it, Xiaotang could read his thoughts clearly from the look on his face.

I don’t exude femininity? Isn’t it because I hang out with all of you, soaking up this rough-and-tumble Jianghu World vibe?

I’d love to be dignified and elegant like Eldest Miss Li, exuding poise and sophistication in every gesture!

I’d also love to sway my hips to walk and speak in a tender voice, fragile and sensitive, bursting into tears at the slightest provocation, just like He Lan!

But isn’t that simply impossible?

"Alright, alright, why are you even comparing yourself to them?"

Wang Yunxiao was utterly exasperated, having no idea why Little Gourd had bottled up so much frustration that suddenly spilled out.

"You see, you’ve got all these brothers spoiling you; they don’t have that."

"Where’s the spoiling? You’re always hanging out with the younger underclassmen instead!"

"Well, how about I take you out tomorrow?"

"No thanks, with all this work piled up, who’s going to do it? And I certainly don’t want your pity."

Xiaotang thrust her meager chest forward and declared loudly, "Starting tomorrow, don’t call me Little Gourd anymore! If you want dumplings, just come out and say it outright—say ’Xiaotang, go make me some dumplings!’"

"I don’t want dumplings!"

"What’s there to be afraid of admitting?"

"Fine, fine, I admit, tomorrow I’ll humbly request Miss Jiang Xiaotang to make me dumplings, alright?"

Satisfied, Jiang Xiaotang nodded, turned, and walked away.

Wang Yunxiao silently lamented: Women’s hearts—like needles at the bottom of the ocean. All this fuss over dumplings?

Stretching a little, he sat back in his chair and glanced at the phone, only to hear Jiang Xiaotang muttering beside him, "You want to call Li Mumu and talk to her about dumplings."

What the heck... Do you seriously have nothing better to do than max out your "mind-reading" skill proficiency by practicing on your brother?

"Go ahead and call."

"Now that you’ve said that, how am I even supposed to make the call?"

"If you want to call, then call. Don’t act like I’m somehow blocking your romance."

Jiang Xiaotang spoke in a sarcastically melodious tone: "Besides, Li Mumu would never actually make dumplings for you herself. She’s a high and mighty eldest miss—a woman whose hands have never touched mundane tasks like household chores."

Not necessarily... She still pairs garlic with her noodles.

"Only your sister here genuinely cares about you."

Wang Yunxiao glanced at the phone in his hand and looked at Xiaotang. "If I actually get to eat dumplings hand-made by Li Mumu, what will you say?"

"What can I say? I’d just have to congratulate you, big brother, on your excellent training skills!"

Wang Yunxiao let out a cold snort and directly dialed Li Mumu’s home number.

Jiang Xiaotang tiptoed closer to eavesdrop.

"Hello? Who are you looking for?"

After a few busy signals, Li Mumu’s slightly tired voice came through the receiver.

"It’s me."

"Oh, Head Officer Wang. A rare visitor! What brings you to me?"

"You sound exhausted."

"If you had a wildly unreliable mom like mine, you’d be tired too."

Li Mumu, abandoning all pretense, yawned lazily on the phone.

"She wouldn’t shut up about wanting chocolate doughnuts... Where am I supposed to buy doughnuts? In the end, I bought six fried pastries for her, she devoured them all in one sitting, and then spent the entire night throwing up into a basin from acid reflux."

Sounds like quite the struggle.

"Need me to help?"

"Help? What could you possibly help with? Not making things worse is good enough."

Wang Yunxiao cleared his throat and said seriously, "Well, Chinese New Year is coming up... Doesn’t your family plan on making some dumplings?"

"Too much trouble."

"I’ll help you make them! If we make some ahead of time and freeze them, you can eat them anytime you like."

Jiang Xiaotang’s jaw dropped.

Big brother, you’re practically throwing yourself at her to make dumplings? How shameless!

Wang Yunxiao pressed his finger to his lips in a "shh" gesture, signaling her to stay calm.

It’s strategic.

"Eh? Better not. Eating dumplings made by you on Chinese New Year just feels... odd."

As expected, Li Mumu rejected him outright.

Wang Yunxiao felt he had already figured out her patterns.

"It’s just a favor, after all. Isn’t Jiang Yinyin or Nanny Wu around? Besides, Eldest Miss Li, you grew up overseas, don’t tell me you can’t make dumplings... Wait, do you even know what dumplings are?"

"What nonsense is that? Just because overseas Chinese live abroad doesn’t mean they don’t eat dumplings."

"Well then, how about I make the dough, and you shape the dumplings? Let me try your culinary skills."

"Wang Yunxiao, are you beating around the bush all this time just because you want to eat dumplings made by me?"

On the phone, Li Mumu’s voice suddenly grew lively.

"What’s the matter, got jealous seeing other people’s wives making dumplings for their husbands?"

"Don’t tell me I hit the nail on the head!"

Wang Yunxiao was rendered speechless.

This woman is so infuriating; I don’t want to have feelings for her anymore.

"But we’re not even a couple. Such intimate gestures are improper for an unmarried lady like me."

You liar!

Back at the Special Service Bureau hospital, when you were wielding the surgical knife to cut people open, why didn’t you remember you were a delicate unmarried lady?

You’ve seen it all on that operating table!

Wang Yunxiao gritted his teeth. "Alright, what are your conditions?"

"No conditions. I just don’t want to do it. Too lazy."

Li Mumu hung up decisively.

Nearby, Jiang Xiaotang was pounding the desk, laughing hysterically.

"Hahaha! Big brother, so this is how you act in front of Li Mumu? And in the end, you didn’t even get to lick her boots. I’m dying of laughter!"

Wang Yunxiao replied coldly with a blank expression, "What’s so funny? Don’t you have something to do?"

Jiang Xiaotang leaned against the table, suppressing her laughter, and whispered in Wang Yunxiao’s ear, "I’m not laughing at anything else. It’s just the image of you, big brother, marrying Li Mumu one day—who knows what your household status would be then? Would you be kneeling on a washboard, hahaha!"

"Get back to work!"