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

In order to maintain healthy living habits.

After lunch, Qian Yiman went to the bedroom to take a nap.

I had a refreshing sleep. I didn't know what time it was when I woke up. I felt so insecure.

The ancients could tell the time by looking at the sun, but her skill was not good enough.

"Call cutie."

No matter what happens, just find some space and it can usually be solved.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Can you tell me what time it is now?" It's really insecure without a mobile phone and a watch, just like going out without wearing underwear.

"Thirty-thirty."

"I understand, you can leave."

"Master, with your throw-it-away attitude, do you want to lose me?" This was a question from a young space steward.

"It's my fault. I will change it next time and give it another chance, little cutie..." Qian Yiman thought to himself that only by being able to bend and stretch can you make a lot of money.

"I'll forgive you for now. I hope to see your progress next time."

"Don't worry, you will definitely see a more stable me next time." Qian Yiman continued to maintain a good attitude.

One person, one space, just like that, it ended perfectly in a good atmosphere of dialogue.

For the dream of being a rich woman, she is willing to coax it every day.

It's almost time to prepare the ingredients for the soup.

Open the refrigerator and take out a bag of ribs, a white radish, and some Chinese herbs for making soup. Today, I will give it a try and start with a pot of entry-level radish and ribs soup.

The space is still a little considerate, and the ribs are chopped into pieces.

Cut the white radish into cubes, blanch the ribs, and prepare them for the pot.

Here comes the problem, I forgot to buy a casserole...

Qian Yiman slapped his forehead and cried because of his stupidity.

Okay, I have to go to the supply and marketing cooperative again.

So she went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought a casserole and a large spoon.

Wash the casserole, add ribs, ginger slices, angelica root, dangshen, white radish cubes, salt and MSG, sprinkle with old wine, and add the body-building spring water in the space.

Just put it on the stove and simmer until you drink it.

After drinking the Shiquan Dabu Decoction stewed with Lingquan water, I estimate that I can still fight Yan Zhengting for 300 rounds at night.

Speaking of keeping fit, Qian Yiman ran to the water tank and added some spiritual spring water that could cure all diseases.

She wants to live a long life with her man, free from illness and disaster.

I don’t want to leave the regret of leaving money but not having spent it all.

Now that the soup is ready, stir-fry the winter melon to relieve the greasiness. It’s perfect.

While the soup was simmering, Sister-in-law Lin came over and gave her some easy-to-live vegetable seeds.

Qian Yiman naturally expressed his thanks again.

Thinking of having guests over for dinner tomorrow, Yan Zhengting started studying the recipes. Yan Zhengting said that if there were only about 10 people at the table, he would prepare ten dishes.

There are a lot of supplies in the refrigerator, but many of them are difficult to use. I can only use some common ingredients that can be bought these days.

Finally, Qian Yiman decided to get these, bacon, ribs, sausages, hairtail fish, tofu, and bean sprouts.

Coupled with the existing dishes at home, it should be quite enough.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, it must be Yan Zhengting coming back.

After wiping the water off his hands, Qian Yiman went out.

Watching him come in from the door, the sunset shines on him, and the whole room is filled with warmth.

When the mood came up, Qian Yiman suddenly wanted to hug him. Then, she followed her heart and ran over to hug him without saying a word.

"I miss you." Now, this man is the person she is most familiar with in the world.

The little woman in her arms suddenly said this. Although her voice was very soft, Yan Zhengting heard it clearly.

"Be good." Yan Zhengting reached out and hugged her hard, feeling that his heart was filled again.

This little woman always brought him many different emotions, making him reluctant to refuse.

The two hugged each other for a long time.

"I made pork ribs and radish soup for you. My soup is delicious."

I heard that for people who are not good at cooking, stew soup is generally quite good.

"Okay, then you sit down and I'll bring out the food." Yan Zhengting rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen to bring out the food.

"Yeah." This damn tenderness made her heart beat faster.

"Does it taste good?" Qian Yiman is very confident in his soup-making skills.

"It tastes good." Yan Zhengting didn't lie. The soup tasted really good, which was beyond his expectation.

But the next second, the plate of fried winter melon also surprised him. It was not only salty, but also had a mysterious taste.

But he didn't say anything and ate in silence.

"It tastes so bad..." Qian Yiman finished the soup, picked up a piece of winter melon, and couldn't help but complain about himself.

She admits that she is not only partial to reading, but also partial to cooking. Except for the delicious stew, other dishes are not good.

"Fortunately, I can eat it." Yan Zhengting didn't want to offend her.

"Hehe, I'm good at making soup, cooking is not my strong point. If you have a day off tomorrow, I'll be responsible for stewing the soup, and you'll be responsible for cooking, okay?"

Her cooking skills are really not suitable for entertaining guests. You can tell from the noodles she ate in the morning that Yan Zhengting is a good cook.

"Okay, leave it to me."

After eating, when Yan Zhengting finished washing the dishes and came out, Qian Yiman discussed the menu with him.

When it was mentioned that she bought the ingredients from a nearby village, Yan Zhengting looked at her twice, but in the end said nothing.

Although Qian Yiman felt guilty, he continued to pretend that nothing had happened, adhering to the principle that if you don't admit it, there is nothing you can do to me.

Afterwards, Yan Zhengting went to the drawer in the bedroom and took out an iron box and handed it to her. There were passbooks, cash and various tickets in it.

Qian Yiman asked him what he meant with his eyes, and he seemed to receive her question.

He opened his mouth and said, "This is what I have saved over the years and will be handed over to you in the future. Except for some tickets, the monthly basic salary is 75 yuan, but I have to remit 10 yuan to my parents every month as Jingqiu's living expenses." "

"Yes, yes, Comrade Yan Zhengting, you are very enlightened, but aren't you afraid that I will run away with a huge sum of money?" Qian Yiman teased.

There is 9716 yuan in the passbook, which is indeed a huge amount of money in this era, and he will immediately join the ranks of households with yuan.

"Remember to take me with you when you run." Yan Zhengting said cooperatively.

Ergou, you have changed.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhengting's flirtatious remarks came so quickly, and now it was Qian Yiman's turn to be speechless.

Before going to bed, Yan Zhengting naturally held Qian Yiman's hand and had another in-depth discussion.

Familiar rhythm, longer time.

It seems like it was overdone...