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

Finally, this potato shreds was served.

Qian Yiman took it out of the kitchen and specially placed it in front of Yan Zhengting's seat.

Whether it tastes good or not, it’s full of love!

She raised her wrist and glanced at her watch. Yan Zhengting would be back soon.

Qian Yiman went to the space and took his son out.

The little guy was having so much fun playing with the little cutie inside that he was reluctant to leave at first.

Yan Zhengting has a very keen sense of observation. As soon as he entered the house, he found that the house had been cleaned.

At the same time, he also smelled the aroma of food.

At this time, Qian Yiman was feeding fish soup to his son.

Yan Zhengting walked over, looked at her and said distressedly: "Manman, why are you disobedient again? You have to do so much work..."

"I can't help it, who makes me feel sorry for my man!" Qian Yiman glanced at him and said with a smile, and continued to feed his son soup with his head down.

Being pampered by the little woman, Yan Zhengting felt helpless and heart-warming, "Don't do this next time. This little housework still won't tire your man..."

"We are all human beings, who can never get tired?" Machines will get hot after running for a long time, let alone humans.

Her words were like a warm current, touching Yan Zhengting's heart bit by bit, leaving a deep and eternal mark on his heart...

Sometimes, it’s not necessarily the grand things that move people. It’s often the small details that touch people’s hearts.

He stared at her with a pair of black eyes, his brows raised beautifully, his eyes revealed joy, mixed with unspeakable love.

"My Manman is so good..."

"Well, it's only good for you." Qian Yiman's voice was soft and she smiled cutely at him.

As they looked at each other affectionately, the air was filled with pink bubbles.

Suddenly, there was a "hiccup..." sound.

Yan Qinbei, a child, had just finished drinking fish soup and was forced to eat a handful of his parents' dog food. He said that his belly was a bit full!

The sweet atmosphere was broken by the little guy's hiccups.

The couple looked at the little guy at the same time and laughed.

Seeing his parents smiling at him, Yan Qinbei's child was also happy. He clapped his two chubby hands and "babbled" looking for someone to talk to.

Qian Yiman wiped the little guy's saliva, then asked Yan Zhengting to bring him a new saliva towel to put on, and then put it in the stroller for him to play with.

"Manman, it's time to eat." Yan Zhengting went to the kitchen and brought out two bowls of rice. He also filled her with a bowl of fish soup and invited her to sit down and eat.

"Hey, here it comes." Qian Yiman gave the little guy a rattle and then went to the table to eat.

Looking at the two dishes on the table, Qian Yiman did not move his chopsticks immediately.

First, he pointed at the fish soup with a smile and introduced it to the man: "Captain Yan, let me introduce it to you before eating. This is seabass and tofu soup, full of color, flavor and flavor."

Then he thought and pointed to the hot and sour potato shreds, "This is my first time making this. As for the taste, I can only say who eats it knows..."

"But... life has all kinds of flavors, try them all!" After saying that, he gave Yan Zhengting a chopstick of shredded potatoes and a bowl of fish soup for him.

Now it's better, there are some unpalatable ones and some delicious ones. If you combine the two aspects, it won't seem so unpalatable. This is a fallacy from Qian Yiman.

Yan Zhengting was amused by her words. He ate the vegetables brought by the little woman and took another sip of fish soup.

"Yeah, it's delicious." He nodded with great affirmation.

"You said nice things to coax me again..."

"You're not saying who knows who eats it. Naturally, only I know what I eat..." As he spoke, Yan Zhengting took two more chopsticks of shredded potatoes and put them into his mouth.

Qian Yiman's eyebrows curled up as he was coaxed, and in the end he was so happy that he ate half a bowl of rice more.

After eating, Yan Zhengting went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Qian Yiman mixed some rice with fish soup and gave it to Fugui. Fugui even licked the bowl until the end.

Our Chinese Garden Dog is just lovable, not squeamish at all, and tastes delicious.