Jian Hang suddenly smelled a unique aroma, “Mom, are you steaming meat buns?”

“No, shrimp dumplings. It’s my first time steaming shrimp dumplings, so I’m trying one pot first to see how they taste.” The pot was boiling, the steam rising, and the aroma of dumplings spread in the air.

“Why did you think of making shrimp dumplings? For Qin Moling?”

“Jiang Shenghe wants to eat it.”

“…”

These two weird elementary school classmates both have a special liking for steamed shrimp dumplings.

… …

In the evening, Qin Moling and Jiang Shenghe arrived. Jian Zhongjun went upstairs with them. He had waited downstairs for his son-in-law and Jiang Shenghe to arrive.

Qin Moling took his own slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on, then took out a new pair for Jiang Shenghe.

Jiang Shenghe looked at Qin Moling. For the first time ever, Qin Moling helped him get his—just because he wanted to show off that he was a family member and he was the guest.

“Come in, it’s hot outside,” Chen Yu came out of the kitchen. Jiang Shenghe still vaguely looked like he did as a child, but she hadn’t seen him for more than 20 years. If she ran into him on the street, she would definitely not recognize him.

Jiang Shenghe brought a large bouquet of flowers and said with a smile, “Teacher Chen, I am here to reflect on my mistakes.”

He gave the flowers to Chen Yu and hugged Chen Yu gently, “I made you angry a lot when I was a child.”

Chen Yu smiled, “If you were all obedient, I wouldn’t necessarily remember you.” 

Jiang Shenghe half-jokingly said, “I was actually very obedient, it was Qin Moling who kept dragging me into things.”

Qin Moling: “…”

His mother-in-law was there, so he endured it for the time being.

Jian Zhongjun invited them to sit in the living room and made coffee for them.

Qin Moling came here more often and gradually regarded this place as his own home. He simply took a cup and poured a glass of warm water and placed it in front of Jian Hang.

Jian Hang looked at him, said nothing, but the corner of her mouth raised slightly.

Qin Moling sat down next to her.

Chen Yu brought out two plates filled with crystal-clear steamed shrimp dumplings. This was the second pot, made with a little more seasoning, and it tasted better than the first pot.

There were two plates; one had four dumplings, which was for Jiang Shenghe.

Chen Yu didn’t know whether Qin Moling liked to eat them or not, so she only put two in his.

“You can’t drink on an empty stomach. Eat something first. It’s fresh out of the pot.”

“Hanghang, there’s more in the kitchen, go get it.”

“Okay,” Jian Hang got up and went to the kitchen.

Qin Moling didn’t like steamed shrimp dumplings in general, but he had eaten Jian Hang’s steamed shrimp dumplings when he was a child, and when he thought about it, he felt that it was different from the others he had eaten.

In most cases, Jiang Shenghe would only be casual in his home and in Qin Moling’s home. To outsiders, he seemed cold and indifferent, difficult to get along with. But Chen Yu has seen what he was like as a child and witnessed all the embarrassing things he did back then.

He didn’t bother to be polite anymore and picked up his chopsticks to start eating.

He naturally couldn’t remember what the steamed shrimp dumplings he ate when he was a child tasted like, but when he bit into them now, the skin was thin, and the inside was juicy and delicious.

“Teacher Chen, I have remembered this steamed shrimp dumpling for many years. I only ate one at that time, and the rest of the box was coaxed away by Qin Moling.”

Qin Moling: “…” He didn’t expect that Jiang Shenghe still remembered this.

Chen Yu finally understood why Jiang Shenghe specially ordered steamed shrimp dumplings today. 

Back then, Jian Hang would get out of school at noon, and she would buy some food for Jian Hang to eat when she picked her up from kindergarten. Sometimes she would buy steamed shrimp dumplings. She was afraid that they would get cold, so she would bring a thermal box with cartoon design and put the dumplings in it.

After picking up Jian Hang, she would take her back to the teachers’ office.

For naughty children like Qin Moling and Jiang Shenghe who disrupted the order of self-study classes, she used to ask them to go to the teachers’ office and do their homework there.

Maybe they took advantage of her absence to coax Jian Hang into giving them her steamed dumplings.

Because the dumplings were served in her own thermal insulation box, Jiang Shenghe mistakenly thought that the dumplings were made by her.

Qin Moling explained, “Mom, it’s not because of my coaxing, Jian Hang gave them to me herself.”

Jiang Shenghe said, “Are you sure she gave them to you?”

Qin Moling: “…”

He was left speechless by Jiang Shenghe’s retort.

He couldn’t very well say that he didn’t want to do his homework at that time so just kept teasing Jian Hang and even gave her an English name that was not as nice as her original name.

Jian Hang gave him the steamed dumplings then.

Jian Zhongjun joked, “No wonder Hanghang had become so thin due to hunger that her eyes became big.”

Several people laughed.

Qin Moling turned his head; Jian Hang had brought the steamed dumplings over and looked at him meaningfully.

Jian Hang put the plate of steamed dumplings on the coffee table and said, “So, when we were kids, you actually snatched my steamed dumplings from me.”

Jiang Shenghe smiled, “I didn’t steal it, your husband did.”

Jian Hang didn’t remember Qin Moling when he was a child, so she sat down next to him and asked, “Did you really coax me so you could eat my steamed dumplings?”

“No.” Qin Moling insisted, “You gave them to me.”

Jian Hang: “…”

Did she think that Qin Moling was handsome when she was a child?

That shouldn’t be, right?

If she had thought that he was good-looking, then why didn’t she remember him?

Jian Hang stood up, took Qin Moling’s hand, and said to Jiang Shenghe, “Mr. Jiang, take your time eating. Qin Moling and I will settle our childhood accounts.”

Jiang Shenghe smiled, having exposed Qin Moling’s tricks, “Go settle the accounts that need to be settled. Don’t show any mercy.”

Chen Yu said with a smile, “You two have been quarreling since you were little, and you are still quarreling now.”

They continued in the living room talking about interesting things that happened in their old class and what industries those kids were in now.

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Jian Hang pulled Qin Moling into her room and locked the door. She didn’t really want to settle old scores but wanted to ask him about his childhood.

Qin Moling looked at her, “You still can’t remember me?”

Jian Hang shook her head. She really couldn’t remember.

The things that happened in kindergarten were very vague. She could only remember one or two things, but he was not one of them.

“You’ve always remembered me when I was little?”

Qin Moling nodded.

“Then why didn’t you say you knew me when we were talking about your class before?”

“You didn’t remember me, so I didn’t tell you.” He added, “Jiang Shenghe and I were the disobedient little boys you mentioned. We were often called to the teachers’ office to do homework.”

“…”

Jian Hang was dumbfounded. Her mother had indeed mentioned that they were disobedient when they were young, but she didn’t take it to heart. After all, even top students could be naughty sometimes. She didn’t expect them to be that naughty.

“I didn’t want to do my homework at that time,” he teased her with these words, but he couldn’t really say them, “so I read you your English picture book.” Today he had the chance to tell the truth, “Jian Hang, Olivia sounds good.”

“…You… You’re that older brother?”

Unbelievable.

She only remembered that an older brother said that ‘Little Olive’ sounded nice.

When she got home later, she changed her English name.

Jian Hang tried hard to imagine what he looked like as a child, but she just couldn’t piece it together.

Qin Moling went out to the living room and got his bag which contained his wallet.

He took out the two-inch ID photo and said, “See if you can remember it.”

Jian Hang stared at his ID photo. He was handsome even when he was a child. No wonder she gave him her steamed dumplings to eat and insisted on changing her English name to Olive.

She had a vague impression, but she still couldn’t remember what happened in the teachers’ office that day.

She didn’t remember anything about English picture books or steamed shrimp dumplings.

“Give me this photo, okay?”

“Sure.” Qin Moling asked her, “Do you have a childhood ID photo?”

“Yes, I have all my ID photos from childhood to adulthood. I have kept all the unused ones.” She pointed to a study table in the room. “It’s on the far right drawer.”

Jian Hang also went out to the living room to get her bag.

The two of them came out one after another to get their bags, and the three people in the living room were wondering what they were doing.

Jian Hang locked the bedroom door again, took out her wallet, put the bag casually on the edge of the study table, and put Qin Moling’s photo in her wallet.

“Have you found it?” She glanced at Qin Moling.

“Found it.” Qin Moling said, “I’ll take one.”

He was familiar with her appearance as a child; it was the same as he remembered it.

Qin Moling put her ID photo in his wallet as well. They looked at each other without saying anything. He lowered his head and gently kissed her lips.

Jian Hang hugged his waist, and their kiss had just deepened when there was a ‘thud!’ — Jian Hang’s bag had not been placed firmly, lost its balance, and fell off the study table.

Qin Moling let her go and bent down to pick up the bag. A book fell out of the bag with the cover facing up. Without the borrowed high-end cover, the big, bold words ‘Love Skills’ came into view.

Jian Hang: “…”

She brought it home and forgot to take it out of her bag.

Qin Moling picked up the bag, picked up the book and handed it to her.

Jian Hang calmed herself down and thought of a solution, “Didn’t I ask you to chase me? I was afraid you wouldn’t know how to chase someone, so I bought it for you to read, but I haven’t had time to give it to you yet.”

Then she stuffed the book back into his hands.

Qin Moling: “…”

Marriage First, Love Later translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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T/N: This was a super cute chapter 🥰

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Chapter 49.1 — Weekend Trip
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