Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Big Head held a dumpling in his hand, his eyes didn't move, and he said, "I think it's quite cute."

After saying that, he brushed the flour off his hands and openly took a sneaky photo.

Sasha vigorously wiped her face with her sleeve and stretched out her palm to block the camera, saying, "You're not going to post an ugly picture of me on your WeChat Moments, are you?"

Big Head pressed the shutter button, "You're the one who never uses beauty filters on others but takes close-up photos of their faces, okay?"

Seeing the relaxed atmosphere between the two of them, Qiu Shiyue used the dumplings in her hand as an outlet for her frustration.

With a firm squeeze, all the filling came out, just like someone's brain.

Aunt Qian, seeing this, took the broken dumplings from Qiu Shiyue's hand without hesitation and said, "Don't you know how to wrap them? It's okay. When my Qianqian was your age, I never made her do any housework."

Qiu Shiyue ignored Aunt Qian's mutterings, looked at the flour in front of her, and casually rubbed it on her face twice.

"Oh dear, it's so hot."

My palm brushed across the tip of my nose, leaving a striking white mark.

Aunt Qian looked around. The space was so big that she couldn't turn on the air conditioner. Although the doors and windows were closed, it shouldn't be too hot.

"Are you hot? Then let me help you... Wait a minute, I have some wet wipes here, you can wipe your face first."

He was about to reach out and wipe her down.

Qiu Shiyue leaned back. "Don't touch me! You're putting all sorts of substandard products on my face. You don't want my face to ruin, do you?"

Her gaze fell on Aunt Qian, scrutinizing her without restraint.

Regardless of whether her work clothes are good or bad, the shoes she's wearing look quite old.

Are older people willing to buy wet wipes?

Once, her parents had a fight, and her father refused to give her any money for household expenses. She also had a bad cold.

Regular tissues hurt her nose when she wipes it, so wet wipes are very convenient. She used wet wipes excessively and was scolded by her mother, who told her to use a small towel that was wet and to wash it when it got dirty.

Aunt Qian chuckled awkwardly twice, took back the wet wipes, looked at the small, exquisite package in her hand, and muttered to herself:

"This is my daughter's favorite brand of wet wipes, not some cheap stuff gathering dust on the shelf."

Qiu Shiyue rolled her eyes, shifting her position slightly here and there, until she was diagonally opposite Da Tou.

She coughed twice.

Big Head bent down to pinch dumplings, but there was no reaction.

She coughed twice more.

Big Head didn't look up as he spoke: "If you have a cold, go back to the dorm. The dumplings you made aren't hygienic, so you should eat them yourself."

She didn't care about being ridiculed even though she didn't achieve her goal.

"Brother, is this how you wrap dumplings?"

She ruined another dumpling, then leaned close to Da Tou and asked him for pointers, hoping he would see the silly, adorable look on her face when he looked up at the dumpling.

Da Tou didn't even lift his head.

"You have aunties on both sides of you, and they are more experienced than me. You're asking me? Is the area between your two ears a taboo for Hui people?"

Qiu Shiyue asked instinctively, "What do you mean?"

Blizzard leaned closer to Sasha and said in a voice that Qiu Shiyue could hear, "Hey, do you know that Hui people can't eat pork?"

Qiu Shiyue: "..."

Doesn't Brother Tou mean she's a pig's head?

She doesn't look like a pig at all.

"Judging from her expression, she seems to agree with you." Blizzard pointed at Qiu Shiyue's face. "Look, she's planning to wrap herself up like a dumpling."

Big Head finally raised his head.

The flour on Qiu Shiyue's nose could be scraped off and used to make a dumpling wrapper.

"Did you fall into the flour bowl?" Big Head asked.

Seeing that Da Tou had finally seen through her little scheme, she feigned shyness and said, "Oh dear, you saw it... I just didn't mean to..."

"It really fell in?" To Da Tou, her words were an affirmation. He immediately pointed to the dumpling wrappers and filling in front of her and said, "Your dumplings will be cooked in a separate pot later, so you can eat them by yourself."

Qiu Shiyue's fingers froze, and it took her a long time to find her voice again.

"Didn't you say it was kind of cute and silly?"

Big Head said, "It depends on the person, you know? Being cute requires talent. Obviously, you don't have it."

Qiu Shiyue was furious: "You, you..."

"Are you trying to say it's a double standard?" Blizzard interrupted.

"Yes, it's a double standard. Boss, look, everyone else thinks that way."

Big Head carefully arranged the dumpling he had just made—the only one with a proper shape—before speaking:

"I set my own standards."

"So you're in charge," indeed.

Qiu Shiyue looked at the other people at the table. Little Fatty had his head down, afraid of being called out by Qiu Shiyue.

The eel seemed oblivious to their conversation, focusing solely on making dumplings.

Chen Meng did hear it, and stared directly into Qiu Shiyue's eyes, seemingly waiting for her to call her name.

Qiu Shiyue swallowed and lowered her head.

She didn't intend to ask Chen Meng to speak for her.

Since Chen Meng found out what he said in Fang Bo's car last time, he has completely offended her.

Her eyes didn't look like she was going to speak up for her; instead, they looked like she was waiting for an opportunity to scold her.

Qiu Shiyue rubbed the flour off her face with the back of her hand.

Aunt Qian noticed this and didn't dare to offer the wet wipes again.

Qiu Shiyue couldn't get it clean no matter how hard she tried.

Seeing Aunt Qian hesitating as she held the wet wipes, I snatched the package away.

"I didn't expect older people to enjoy watching the show. Didn't you see how hard I tried to clean it? Why won't you let me use it? How stingy."

She snatched the wet wipe away without saying a word.

Aunt Qian looked at her profile; her puffed-up face made it seem as if Qianqian was angry that she didn't want to buy her candied hawthorns.

"I just want to eat a skewer of candied hawthorns; my teeth won't fall out right away."

"No way," Aunt Qian said sternly. "Have you forgotten how you cried and rolled around on the floor when you had a toothache?"

Qianqian got angry and turned her back to her.

She couldn't help but glance sideways to see if she would give her a little bit to eat.

Qiu Shiyue looks so much like Qianqian from this angle.

It's just that her tone is different; her Qianqian wouldn't talk to her like that.

A pack of wet wipes contains ten individually wrapped wipes. Qiu Shiyue used seven or eight wipes to wipe her face, and put the rest directly into her pocket.

Aunt Qian didn't say anything, silently cleaning up Qiu Shiyue's dumpling mess and repairing every dumpling she had ruined.

When it came time to cook the dumplings, Qiu Shiyue's dumplings were cooked in a separate pot at Da Tou's request.

Qiu Shiyue didn't make a scene.

Perfect timing. She doesn't want to give the dumplings to anyone else. Once they're cooked, she'll only give them to those she wants to share them with; it's a blessing.

She's never cooked for anyone before.

Blizzard even ordered a separate pot to cook Sasha's large dumplings.

Sasha asked why.

Blizzard said, "I'm afraid your dumpling will be squeezed out of the pot by 80 other little dumplings."

Sasha chuckled, "I wrapped this especially for you, you have to finish it."

"Huh?" Blizzard found it amusing. "Give me a bag, fine, but why make such a big one? After eating that, you won't need to eat anything else."

"It's good that you can't eat anymore," Sasha said with a smile. "That way you can just eat mine."

She expressed the most beautiful love in such a light and cheerful tone.

Blizzard looked at the smiling Sasha and a thought struck him. Even six pairs of Boots of Resistance couldn't quell the heat in his eyes.