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

With the sound of firecrackers, the Spring Festival has arrived.

Every household has put up exquisite window grilles and red couplets on the door. Children wearing new clothes are happily chasing each other at the door.

Thousands of households overflowed with laughter and laughter, and every street and alley was filled with a festive and festive atmosphere.

At this time, the Yan family in Kyoto was also enjoying themselves.

Yan's mother took her two daughters-in-law to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen, while Yan's father took his three sons to make dumplings in the living room. The family had a clear division of labor.

As for Qian Yiman, everyone did not let her work and automatically classified her as a child. She was only allowed to take Yan Qinbei's child to play with a few juniors.

The child Yan Qinbei is so cute and lovable that the eldest brother Yan Zhengting and the two daughters of his second brother's family are rushing to hug him.

Everyone has become familiar with each other in the past few days, so the little guy didn't recognize himself as a stranger, playing and giggling with his two sisters.

Qian Yiman felt relaxed when someone helped take care of the children.

Hearing the laughter in the yard, Qian Yiman was a little attracted. She curiously walked to the window and looked outside.

In the yard, Yan Jingqiu was having a snowball fight with several cousins, and a group of children, big and small, had a great time.

Qian Yiman crossed his arms and leaned against the window, watching quietly. He thought to himself, this is what a child of this age should look like, full of youth and vitality.

Suddenly, when Yan Jingqiu turned around, she saw Qian Yiman standing by the window. She waved towards Qian Yiman with a heartfelt smile on her face.

The next second, I don't know what she said to everyone, and then ran back to the house.

As soon as he entered the door, he ran to Qian Yiman. Without saying a word, he took Qian Yiman's arm and said cheerfully: "Aunt Qian, my brother is being held by his sisters. Come with us to have a snowball fight. It will be fun." .”

Qian Yiman was a little confused. After all, she was an elder. Would going to have a snowball fight with the children look immature and stable?

It's just that Yan Jingqiu is in high spirits and is rarely so bold. If he rejects her this time, she may not have the courage next time.

Just as she was about to say yes, two more nephews and nieces came in. They came up and pulled her enthusiastically and invited her: "Little aunt, come and play with us, everyone is waiting for you..."

In this way, Qian Yiman joined their snowball fight team with the enthusiastic invitation of several children.

After the children got to know Qian Yiman, the little aunt, in the past two days, they all liked her very much.

Because Qian Yiman focuses on getting along with others naturally in front of the juniors, not being too enthusiastic, and not casually pretending to be the elders.

In the backyard, Qian Yiman was playing with a group of children.

"Hahaha, my little aunt was hit by me..."

The youngest son of Yan Zhengting's second brother is nine years old this year. He is a little fat boy. Before Qian Yiman came, he was crushed by his brothers and sisters many times. Now it is finally his turn to hit someone else.

The lucky guy he hit was Qian Yiman. Qian Yiman had never had a snowball fight in his life and was a little loser.

Her Aunt Qian was actually hit by this little fat man. Yan Jingqiu looked on and said unconvinced: "Aunt Qian, stand behind me and I will help you hit it back..."

"Okay, then it's up to you." Her protective attitude made Qian Yiman smile, and she even felt a little warm.

Qian Yiman discovered another side of Yan Jingqiu. She was very different from usual during the snowball fight. She was confident and shining.

Soon, she helped Qian Yiman take revenge, and the little fat man was beaten and retreated.

Yan Jingqiu turned around, smiled at her and said, "Aunt Qian, I helped you get revenge."

"Well done!" Qian Yiman stood there and gave her a bright smile in return.

Her man is very considerate, and his daughter is also so warm. I wonder if her son will also be a warm man when he grows up.

After Yan Zhengting finished making the dumplings, he washed his hands and quietly walked to the window. He looked at the little woman in the yard with a smile, and his heart softened a lot.

"Main court, what are you standing there for? Come over here and drink tea. Here is your second brother's collection of tea leaves." Just as he was fascinated by the view, his eldest brother's shout came from the other side of the sofa.

Hearing the cry, Yan Zhengting came back to his senses and saw that he quickly put away the smile on his face, walked to the sofa and sat down expressionlessly, and started drinking tea and chatting.

Half an hour later, the dining table was filled with steaming dishes.

Yan's mother took out the last plate of dumplings and shouted loudly at the kitchen door:

"Children, dinner is ready!!"

"Hey... let's eat..."

"Eat, eat, eat! Let's go, let's go!!..."

When they heard the call to eat, the children no longer wanted to play. They all ran as fast as if they had just been released from prison.