Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

Qian Yiman didn't want to be bored in the bedroom all day.

So I always go out for dinner by myself and sit at the dining table to eat with my family.

"Jingqiu, you should eat whatever you want to nourish yourself. Drink more of this pork rib soup." While Yan's mother was not in the kitchen, Qian Yiman secretly added some more spiritual spring water to the casserole.

"Yes, eat all this big bowl." Yan's mother agreed, then filled a large bowl of soup and handed it to Yan Jingqiu, with a large bone in it.

There is a kind of appetite that makes your grandma think you can finish it!

After the meal, Yan Jingqiu was drowned in the enthusiasm of Yan's mother and Qian Yiman.

What she didn't expect was that as soon as she put down her chopsticks, her grandma was ready to help her fill the rice.

He was still chanting: "You kid, eat more, eat more, eat so little, no wonder you are so thin..."

Yan Jingqiu: "..."

She came back to her senses and quickly stretched out her hand to stop it, "Grandma, I really can't eat anymore, please don't serve it to me."

Yan Zhengting glanced at it and then spoke, "Mom, she knows how much she should eat, so don't force yourself on it."

"Okay, okay, it seems like we have to cook less food tomorrow." Seeing that her granddaughter didn't look like she was lying, Yan's mother gave up.

I remember when she was young, she could eat two bowls with one meal. These young people these days have such a small appetite.

Her father rescued her, and Yan Jingqiu crumpled one foot and hurriedly escaped to sit on the sofa, fearing that she would continue to be fed if she was too late.

"Wow wow wow wow..."

As soon as she sat down, she heard the loud cry of Yan Qinbei's child coming from the bedroom.

Qian Yiman continued to sit there steadily, eating and drinking when necessary. She knew that her man would definitely hug her.

"Yeah! The baby is awake. I'll hold him."

When Yan's mother heard the cry, she immediately put down the dishes and prepared to go in to pick up her grandson. Before she could even take a step forward, she was stopped by her own son.

"Mom, just sit there and eat your food. I'll be there." Yan Zhengting immediately put down his chopsticks halfway through the meal, pushed away his chair and stood up.

In the bedroom.

Child Yan Qinbei was crying in his crib, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

When he was picked up by Yan Zhengting, he immediately stopped crying and secretly opened his eyes to take a look at him.

Then he may realize that it is not the familiar look and smell of his own mother, so he closes his eyes again, flattens his mouth and continues to cry...

Such a small child really weighed nothing in a man's hands. The pitiful and aggrieved look made even the old father Yan Zhengting feel a little distressed.

Yan Zhengting grabbed his son's waving little chubby hand and coaxed softly: "Stop crying, let's change a diaper, and dad will take you to mom..."

After feeling that the diaper was already wet, Yan Zhengting took another clean diaper and helped his son change it.

Maybe it was because he felt better after changing his diaper, or maybe it was his father's warm comforting voice that had an effect, but Yan Qinbei's crying gradually became quieter.

However, he was still sobbing quietly, looking even more pitiful.

Worried that he would catch a cold, Yan Zhengting carefully put a small coat on his son before carrying him out of the bedroom.

Qian Yiman was holding a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, chewing it with relish.

Watching the man come out with his son in his arms, he asked, "Didn't he just eat and fall asleep? Why did he wake up again..."

Yan Zhengting walked around the living room with his son in his arms, putting his big hands on his back and patting him gently, "I guess he peed and he feels uncomfortable."

Yan Jingqiu looked at her younger brother. The little one was held in his arms by his father. He was so cute.

"Dad, can I hug my brother?"

Before Yan Zhengting said anything, Qian Yiman spoke, "Of course, you can give him a hug. He's quite cute when he's not crying."

In fact, her calculation was that having one more person to hold her would mean one more person to help take care of the child, and she would be able to save some effort.

Everything must be considered in the direction of saving effort, which is the truth.

The younger wife has no objections, and Yan Zhengting has no objections even more.

"Be careful, remember to support his head and neck with this hand..." He carefully placed his son in Yan Jingqiu's arms, while instructing her on the correct way to hold the child.

Maybe it's because girls are born with motherly instincts, so after being taught a lesson, Yan Jingqiu picked up her little brother like a decent girl.

Yan's mother also had a look of relief on her face, and laughed loudly and said: "It's quite like holding her. We Jingqiu really look like a sister. From now on, you two will have someone to help you hold the child."

It has to be said that Yan's mother expressed Qian Yiman's feelings.

Even though Yan's mother and Yan Zhengting helped take care of the child most of the time, she only needed to breastfeed.

But she still felt that raising children was really more tiring than moving bricks. One more person would be more helpful, and she couldn't wish for it.

Suddenly, she felt that Yan Zhengting had fewer children in the past.

If he had two or three daughters as old as Yan Jingqiu, or even older, what kind of children would he need to take care of?

As long as every daughter comes to help, won't the children grow up easily...