Chapter 25.2: Who’s The One Experiencing Social Death? (2)
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Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss (BL) Chapter 25.2: Who’s The One Experiencing Social Death? (2)

When He Jiang got back, Shang Jing was in the hotel lobby, teaching the baby how to walk. It was a trying time as the adult had to support the child with a bent back for extended periods of time.

Shang Jing was ecstatic to see He Jiang, his savior finally arrived. “Go get changed and take him out of my hands.”

Three minutes later, He Jiang came back in a set of casual wear and carefully picked up the child. Shifting the baby’s weight to one side, he freed a hand out to rub Shang Jing’s waist, “Is it very tiring?”

In the arms of the tall and muscular He Jiang, the weight of the one year old seemed insignificant, like he could carry Nan Nan all day with a single hand.

Shang Jing: “Why are you so experienced in this?”

He Jiang: “I’ve carried my cousin’s child before. He was also another troublemaker… Let’s not dwell on it. Can you help me open the can of milk powder?”

Shang Jing followed the instructions on the can to mix the milk powder and water, keeping to the measurements strictly like he was conducting a science experiment, then fed it to the baby.

When it was all done, Shang Jing collapsed in hunger. “I’m going to cook some dumplings, do you want some?”

He Jiang: “I’ll have some.”

Shang Jing took out two catties of dumplings from the refrigerator. In an attempt to avoid taking care of the baby, he decided to make some gyozas instead.

Mimicking the methods shown in an online tutorial, he heated up some oil and arranged the dumplings on the pan. When a sizzling sound appeared, he added in water till the dumplings were half-submerged. Now all he had to do was wait for the moisture to evaporate and he would have crispy and fragrant gyozas.

And true enough, the evaporation did take place but the dumplings were also charred.

To make things worse, when he tried to scrape them off the pan with a spatula, not only did the dumplings not move, the large motion tore the skin off cruelly, revealing the filling within.

“What’s so good about dumpling skin? The filling is the true essence.”

Shang Jing took out a plate and piled the meat fill

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ANNOUNCEMENT (22/5/2022):
My dear readers, I have some bad news to break. Recently I've been tied down with work and study and can't keep up with the translations. I'll be going on a month of hiatus after Chapter 43 and I hope to still see you guys when I'm back! Thank you for all your support! :)