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

Today is Saturday.

Qian's father didn't have to go to work. He went to the vegetable market early in the morning and bought a lot of Qian Yiman's favorite vegetables.

Among them, fresh pork ribs are naturally indispensable.

After returning home, Qian's father went straight into the kitchen to process various ingredients, preparing to show off his skills.

Not long after, Qian's mother also got up.

She came to the kitchen and saw that he had bought so many vegetables. She nodded with satisfaction and said, "Old Qian, today's ribs look very fresh. Instead of making soup, just make sweet and sour pork ribs. Manman likes to eat them." …”

"That's what I planned. Don't worry." Qian's father said while washing the ribs: "By the way, I've cooked porridge in the pot. You can eat some to cushion your stomach. The medicine will be ready later. Take it on an empty stomach. The medicine is not good for your stomach.”

"I know."

Qian's father is also a good man who cares about his wife. He and Qian's mother have been together for most of their lives, and they usually have a good relationship.

……

In the bedroom.

Qian Yiman woke up in a daze and subconsciously rolled to the side, trying to get into his man's arms.

Um? empty?

Where did Yan Zhengting go?

She immediately opened her eyes and sat up, looked around, and then realized that she was now at Qian's house in Hangzhou.

She patted her face, suddenly missing her man's warm embrace.

However, since you have woken up, let's get up early and accompany Qian's mother. It is a rare trip to Hangzhou.

Qian Yiman got out of bed and changed her clothes. She walked to the crib and took a look at Yan Qinbei's child. This crib used to be slept by her nephew, but she moved it here yesterday.

At this moment, the little guy in the crib was sleeping soundly. Qian Yiman tucked him in and then tiptoed out of the room.

There was no one in the living room, but the kitchen was quite lively.

She walked towards the kitchen, "Dad, Mom, what are you talking about here so early in the morning? It's so lively..."

After Qian's mother heard her daughter's voice, she looked back and muttered, "Your dad is very messy, I'm here to teach him how to cook..."

"Manman, wake up. Your mother just loves to find faults. She won't get used to it if I don't say a few words." Qian's father was still smiling. Even though Qian's mother kept nagging him, he didn't show any signs of discomfort. patient.

Qian Yiman thought to herself that her old father was a rare good man in this era.

Now, it's time for her to stand up for justice, "That's right, Mom, I heard everything, you can't bully my dad again in the future!"

"Did you hear that? People are very discerning, and you often bully me." Qian's father, who was washing vegetables, said with a smile.

Qian Yiman and his daughter sang together, successfully making Qian's mother laugh, "I think it's you, father and daughter, who team up to bully me..."

"Mom, how dare I? I'm your most caring little cotton-padded jacket~~" Qian Yiman walked to Qian's mother and hugged her other uninjured arm and said coquettishly.

"Look at your slippery tongue. Go and have breakfast. Your dad has cooked the porridge and is warming it in the pot."

"Okay, I'll go eat right away. The porridge my dad cooks is the best..." Qian Yiman insists on being impartial, and his parents have to praise him again and again.

The old couple was kept smiling, "This kid..."

……

Qian Yiman finished his porridge and just put down his chopsticks when his son's cry came from the bedroom.

When she heard the crying, she immediately got up and ran towards the bedroom.

The little guy may be a little unfamiliar with the new environment these two days. Every time he wakes up, he cries more than before at home.

The little guy in the crib was crying loudly with his mouth open, but Qian Yiman was so distressed that he immediately picked him up and coaxed him gently, "Baby, mommy, hug him, don't cry anymore..."

The little guy lay on his mother's shoulder, his crying gradually subsided, but he was still sobbing non-stop.

"Mom, let's help you get dressed first and go make some neinei for you to drink, okay?"

After Qian Yiman finished speaking, he took off the small blanket wrapped around him and wanted to help him put on his coat. Unexpectedly, the little guy grabbed her clothes and started crying again, "Wow, wow, wow..."

"Okay, okay, I won't wear it anymore, I won't wear it anymore..."

There was no other way, Qian Yiman could only wrap him in a blanket and carry him out, and then talk about coaxing him.