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

"Manman, here is your letter."

Qian's mother opened the door from outside and came in, holding a letter in her hand.

At this time, Qian Yiman was simmering soup in the kitchen, with spiritual spring water added to the soup.

She took off her apron, took the letter, and told Mother Qian: "Mom, I'm going to read the letter. There's still soup simmering on the stove. Watch and light the fire."

"Don't worry, leave it to me. Go quickly." Qian's mother knew it was a letter from Yan Zhengting and hurriedly urged.

Seeing that her daughter and son-in-law have such a good relationship, as a mother, she naturally sees it and is happy in her heart.

Qian Yiman took the letter and returned to his room.

She sat at the table and carefully opened the envelope.

What caught the eye was not only a piece of letter paper, but also a fiery red maple leaf.

After sending roses and osmanthus, are you sending leaves again?

Qian Yiman rubbed the veins of the maple leaves with his fingertips, and the smile at the corner of his mouth rose unconsciously...

Once before, when she and Yan Zhengting were walking, they saw the fallen leaves on the ground, and mentioned once that maple leaves represented longing. Unexpectedly, this man kept her words in his heart.

She placed the maple leaf on the table and opened the letter. Only a few words were written on the white paper:

Stargazing under the moon, thinking about the end of the world.

The old man's romance swept her over like this.

Qian Yiman looked at the letter in his hand and then at the maple leaves on the table, his heart beating wildly.

She couldn't help but cover her face, which was starting to get hot. Suddenly, she felt like being in love again, and happiness spread quietly in her heart...

"Manman! Manman!"

Qian Yiman picked up the pen and was just about to reply when she heard Qian's mother calling her outside the living room.

"Hey! I'm here!" She put down the pen and paper and prepared to go out first to see what happened.

"Mom, what did you call me for?"

"Oh, I just wanted to ask you how long it took to stew this pot of soup. Is it almost done..." Qian's mother was afraid that she had overstewed it.

"It's almost done indeed. It's been more than half an hour. I'll fry some vegetables later and then we can eat directly."

Because Qian's mother was injured, some time ago it was Qian's father who came home from get off work to cook, or the eldest brother and sister-in-law of the Qian family took turns cooking.

After Qian Yiman arrived, he took the initiative to take over the important task of cooking.

The first reason why she did this was that it was rare for her to come back, so it was understandable that she should fulfill her filial piety for her original self.

The second reason was that she wanted to give Qian's mother some bone soup mixed with spiritual spring water every day. It was easier for her to operate in the kitchen by herself.

"Mom, why isn't my dad back yet?" Qian Yiman finished cutting the vegetables and was about to stir-fry them.

"Who says it isn't? I'll go downstairs and have a look." After saying that, Qian's mother left the kitchen.

Before she could open the door, Qian's father came in from outside with child Yan Qinbei in his arms.

Qian's father looked happy and said, "Xiao Bei, we are home."

"Didn't you say you were just taking a walk downstairs? Why did you go there for so long..." Qian's mother looked at him and asked.

"There were a lot of children playing downstairs. It was quite lively, so I took Xiao Bei to stay for a while..." After Qian's father finished speaking, he hugged his grandson and sat on the sofa.

Grabbing a small toy nearby, handed it to his hand, and continued to play with him.

"Dad, Mom, the food is cooked and has been put on the table. You go and eat while it's hot." Qian Yiman wiped his hands and walked to the living room.

"Okay, what about you?"

"I'll eat it later. I'm going to make milk powder for Xiaobei to drink first. After playing for so long, he must be hungry now..."

"Let your dad feed me, and you go eat first."

Qian Yiman's mouth twitched after hearing this, you are really my mother!

She said helplessly: "How can that be done? You and my dad go to eat quickly, and I will be replaced later."

After saying that, Qian Yiman walked to Qian's father and hugged the child, then sat on the sofa with a bottle and started feeding the little guy.

A bottle of milk was finished by Yan Qinbei in a short time.

He held the bottle with unfinished thoughts and looked at her with an innocent look. His eyes seemed to say, Mom, I still want to drink.

Of course Qian Yiman would not do this. What if it breaks down?

In order to divert his son's attention, Qian Yiman began to teach him how to speak.

"Son, can mommy teach you how to speak?"

"Ah ah ah ah..." The little guy blinked his grape-like black eyes, innocent and cute.

"Okay, I'll take it as your promise."

Yan Qinbei: What did I promise? What did I promise? I just suffered the disadvantage of not being able to speak.

"Come on, son, call me, Mom."

“Yeah yeah!

"No, it's mom, not ya ya ya."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

"Then scream, Dad!"

"Aah!"

"..."

In the end, Qian Yiman decisively chose to give up teaching.

It is really difficult to teach a child who is a few months old to speak. It is as difficult as playing the piano to an ox. It is better to let him develop freely.