CHAPTER 311: CHAPTER 311: WOLF IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING

Summer Monroe gritted her teeth, put down the vegetable basket, and took a notepad and pen out of her pocket, handing them to Dottie. "Dottie, can you do me a favor... If you get it right, I promise, you’ll be able to go to school without worries, and our house won’t be flooded during rainy days."

Dottie’s eyes lit up. "Really?"

Summer Monroe nodded. "I won’t lie to you."

"Then let’s pinky swear!" Dottie extended his little finger.

Summer Monroe hooked pinkies with Dottie and then carefully explained what she needed him to do.

Though young, Dottie had an excellent memory; Summer Monroe only had to say it once, and he could repeat it perfectly.

Just then, Old Madam Stanton’s voice suddenly rang out, "I asked you to get some vegetables, what are you up to?!"

"I’ll be right back!" Summer Monroe called back loudly, then winked at Dottie and said, "This is a secret just between the two of us. You can’t tell anyone, not even your dad, or our agreement won’t count."

"Don’t worry! A man keeps his word, I’d never go back on it!" Little Dottie said in clumsy Mandarin, making Summer Monroe laugh.

She ruffled Dottie’s hair, picked up the vegetable basket, and headed back.

Whatever people do, heaven is watching. She would make sure this family got their comeuppance!

An hour later, under the relentless urging of the Old Madam, Summer Monroe’s dumplings were finally fresh out of the pot.

As soon as the dumplings were on the table, Old Madam Stanton immediately showed a disdainful expression.

She started speaking right away, "I thought you’d been cooking some grand feast all this time! Just a few dumplings?!"

Henry Stanton, off to one side, shook his head. "Sadie, your grandma doesn’t like dumplings."

Summer Monroe thought to herself that earlier, when Old Madam Stanton walked into the kitchen and saw her making dumpling skins, she hadn’t mentioned she didn’t like dumplings. Now she’s clearly trying to give her a hard time.

She put on a sorry expression, saying, "Sorry, Grandma, I thought your teeth might not be good, so I specially made something easy to digest..."

The truth was, with the dumpling filling wrapped inside, no matter what she added, Old Madam wouldn’t notice.

This was her intention all along for making dumplings.

Summer Monroe continued, "Shall I make a few more dishes? But it’s so late... Would you like to have a few dumplings to tide you over first?"

"Never mind, never mind!" Old Madam Stanton said, scowling. "If I wait any longer, I’ll starve to death here! Should’ve known better than to expect anything from you!"

As she spoke, she stuffed a dumpling into her mouth.

The dumpling filling was made with cabbage, pork, carrot, and bamboo shoots, with a perfect umami taste, impeccable in flavor.

As Old Madam took a bite, the umami of the filling immediately burst in her mouth; the taste and texture were excellent.

More incredibly, the bite was full of juice, bringing immense satisfaction to her taste buds instantly.

Old Madam’s eyes lit up instantly. This was the best dumpling she had ever had in her life.

No, it was the best thing she had ever tasted in her life!

After finishing one, she couldn’t wait to grab a second.

This second one she dipped in the sauce Summer Monroe had prepared. The fresh dumplings combined with the special sauce—sour with a spicy kick—instantly enriched the flavor.

Old Madam eagerly went for a third, a fourth...

Henry Stanton watched as his mom, who supposedly didn’t like dumplings, ate more than ten in a row, feeling a bit perplexed.

Just dumplings, right? Why this sudden change after one bite?

Could they really be so delicious?

Skeptical, he couldn’t help but reach for one, noticing how plump and perfectly round it was, beautifully white and chubby. It looked great, but how would it taste?