noffsinger Chapter 428 Nothing is difficult in the world as long as you are willing to give up
Chapter 428 Nothing is difficult in the world as long as you are willing to give up
If we're talking about the person who makes the best dumplings, then it has to be our Ninth Prince, Yin Tang. His hands are truly accustomed to handling abacus beads; just look at them, he can skillfully handle anything even remotely related to silver.
Yinzhuo glanced at the pile of crooked and misshapen dumplings in front of him, then looked at the neat and beautiful dumplings in front of Yintang, which resembled small gold ingots. For the first time in his life, he felt the difference between people.
As the saying goes, nothing is impossible if you are willing to give up. After realizing that he was not cut out to cook, Yinzhuo decisively chose to stop torturing himself. He threw the dumpling wrappers he was holding onto the table, patted the flour off his hands, and got up to approach Kangxi.
"Father, you'd better put in a good effort. Whether our son can have dumplings tonight depends on you."
Well, when Yinzhuo started to act nonchalant, Yinti, who was tormented by the dumpling wrapper in his hand, immediately followed suit. Today, he was really going all out. Even though he was in his thirties or forties, he shamelessly went up to Kangxi and started acting like a scoundrel.
"Father, my hands are fine for rough work like carrying things, but they really can't do delicate work like making dumplings. So I'll have to ask you to make my dumplings tonight."
Compared to Yinzhuo's bluntness, Yinti at least came up with a plausible excuse. Kangxi, being in the midst of the New Year, was too lazy to argue with him. Hearing this, he nodded slightly, then took the rolling pin from Liang Jiugong and handed it to Yinzhuo, who was sitting next to him.
"You may want to eat the dumplings I made, but these dumplings aren't just for show. Yinzhuo, although your dumpling-making skills aren't great, your dough-rolling technique seems pretty good. So, I'll leave the dough-rolling to you from now on."
Rolling out dough was not a difficult task for Yinzhuo. When Kangxi handed him the rolling pin, he readily took it and then got up and went to Liang Jiugong's side to take over his work.
Seeing how obedient Yinzhi was, Kangxi's smile deepened. He reached out and touched Yinzhi's forehead before turning his gaze to Yinti on his other side.
"As for you, Yinti, didn't you say you're good at doing rough work like carrying things? Then take some men outside and set up the tent. Liang Jiugong, go to the kitchen and call a few people over now. Once the dumplings are wrapped, cook them in the tent outside."
Seeing that Yinzhuo and Yinti had escaped their misery one after another, Yinzhen, the thirteenth, and the fourteenth, who were also struggling to make dumplings, couldn't help but have their own plans. However, the three of them didn't have the courage of their eldest and sixth brothers to beg their father, so Yinreng and Yintang ended up in trouble.
Yinzhen had the best relationship with Yintang, so he spoke to him without any reservations. After making up his mind, he patted the flour off his hands, got up, and walked towards his ninth brother.
Yinzhen and Yinzhen were inseparable since childhood, and Yinzhen knew him better than his own mother who died young. When he saw Yinzhen get up and come towards him, he knew exactly what Yinzhen was up to. Before Yinzhen even reached him, Yinzhen spoke first.
"Tenth Brother, if you want me to help you wrap those dumplings, then Ninth Brother advises you to keep your mouth shut. However, we are brothers who grew up together, so it's not like we can't discuss it, but..."
"As long as we can discuss it, that's fine." Seeing that there was still room for maneuver, Yinzhen immediately quickened his pace and walked around to Yinzhen's side.
"Ninth Brother, just tell me what you need. As long as it's within my power, I will do my utmost to fulfill it, even unto death..."
As soon as Yin said this, he immediately received eye rolls from everyone, including his father. No, if we were not very learned, we would not need to quote classics when we speak. We would not mind if you used it like that.
Whether Mr. Kongming minded it or not, Yinzhen was given goosebumps by his brother's fawning face. If his hands weren't covered in flour, he would have definitely slapped the thing in front of him aside.
"Alright, you don't need to work yourself to the bone anymore. I'll make these dumplings for you. I only have one request: you get out of here right now, or I'm afraid I won't be able to get rid of these goosebumps."
Yinzhen wasn't annoyed by his ninth brother's disdain. Upon hearing this, he immediately stood up and took two steps back. So what if he had to roll over and squat to the side? No problem at all; squatting was his specialty.
"Alright, little brother will squat down to the side right now and make sure he doesn't get in your way, Ninth Brother. I'll leave the dumpling-making to you, Ninth Brother."
Now that Yinzhen is free of trouble, he naturally has the leisure to watch the Fourteenth Prince make a fool of himself. The Thirteenth Prince and Yinzhen are not as close as Yinzhen, so he is naturally embarrassed to ask him for help. But our Fourteenth Prince has no such concerns. Seeing that his tenth brother succeeded so easily, his confidence immediately increased.
"Brother Ninth..."
Hey, are you still not done yet? It's true that Yinzhen is quite good at making dumplings, but that doesn't mean he likes doing it. I only helped him out of consideration for our friendship of over ten years, but I have no intention of condoning this kind of bad practice.
Before the Fourteenth Prince could even open his mouth, his Ninth Brother stuffed a dumpling into his mouth. After chewing it a few times, he spat it out. He wasn't stupid; he could tell from his Ninth Brother's attitude that the other man had rejected his request. But was our Fourteenth Prince the kind of person who would easily back down at the first sign of trouble? Obviously not.
"Ninth Brother, don't be in such a hurry to refuse me. Let's make a deal. You've been eyeing Sixth Brother's mountain dwelling painting, haven't you? How about this, when we get back, I'll go to his place and steal that painting for you..."
What I'm saying is, Fourteenth Master, isn't what you're saying a bit too blatant? Can't you see the owner of that mountain dwelling painting is sitting right here? Our Sixth Brother isn't deaf either; if you say something like that, we might both get punished by him.
Yinzhuo was indeed not deaf; he had heard what the Fourteenth Prince had just said. But no matter what, the Fourteenth Prince was someone he had watched grow up since he was a child. It was New Year's Eve, and it wasn't appropriate to hit a child. There was plenty of time in the future; if he wanted to discipline him, there would be plenty of opportunities later.
"Xiao Jiu, promise him that if he can't give you the Mountain Dwelling Picture, you can take him to our Khan and ask him to judge the matter for you. I believe your father will be very willing to help you get justice."
Yin Tang always listened to Yin Zuo, and upon hearing this, he nodded to Yin Zuo and then looked at the Fourteenth Prince beside him.
"Alright, since Sixth Brother has spoken, I'll reluctantly agree. But you have to keep your word, about that Mountain Dwelling Painting..."