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

"Then let me hear it." This time, it seemed to be something like that, and Qian Yiman became curious.

"The secret must not be revealed. I can't say it yet. I can only tell you that this surprise must be what you want." The little cutie shook her head and gave a little hint.

In fact, it wanted to say it, but it couldn't because it was afraid of being struck by lightning.

"Then when will I know?"

Qian Yiman did not continue to force it out because she also thought about being struck by lightning.

"When you die in the future, you will know..." The little cutie's voice became smaller and smaller, and she silently retreated three meters away, for fear of being affected by her anger.

Although this sentence didn't sound good, Qian Yiman was not angry. She seemed to vaguely understand something from it.

Her calm reaction actually confused the little cutie, which is not like the character of its owner.

A woman’s heart is as deep as a needle, it’s really hard to understand!

"Master, I have good news for you. As long as you live a good life, every time the sweetness with your man reaches a certain level, the space will randomly trigger rewards. The higher the sweetness, the better the reward." Give him a slap, The little cutie also understands the principle of giving another date.

Before Qian Yiman could speak, it added, "Of course, the specific reward is still a secret that cannot be told."

"Oh, bye."

After saying that, Qian Yiman picked up his son on the ground and walked out of the space without looking back.

He draws cakes for her every day, but he actually looks forward to it.

Damn curiosity!

......

After returning to the room, Qian Yiman glanced at the time on his watch. It was already four-thirty in the afternoon.

She opened the door and came out, ready to collect clothes in the yard.

When she passed by the living room, she saw the neatly folded clothes on the sofa at a glance. She knew that Yan Jingqiu made them without asking.

Yan Jingqiu heard the sound of the door opening in the kitchen, stuck her head out, and said with a smile: "Aunt Qian, let's have hand-made noodles tonight. I've already made the noodles."

You could tell she was very happy, maybe it was a sense of accomplishment.

"So awesome! When did you even know how to make noodles? I can't even..." Qian Yiman carried the little guy into the kitchen and was a little surprised when he saw the smooth dough on the chopping board.

Unexpectedly, she did so well.

"I learned it from my grandma when we were at home during the Chinese New Year. After I learned it, I can make it for you and dad to try. I know dad likes noodles very much..." Yan Jingqiu rolled up her sleeves and started rolling them. Noodle.

She mastered it after learning it twice, and grandma praised her for being smart.

As she spoke, the smile never disappeared.

Qian Yiman thought to herself that her man's little cotton-padded jacket was so considerate that it even benefited from it.

She pointed at the noodles and started a new wave of compliments without hesitation, "Xiao Bei, look at my sister making noodles for you. Isn't she very awesome..."

"Sister, sister, you're so tired..." Yan Qinbei, a child, clapped his chubby little hands happily and praised inarticulately.

"Our Xiaobei is the best, he talks so well." After being praised by her brother, Yan Jingqiu narrowed her eyes and praised her brother with a backhand.

Qian Yiman felt embarrassed for his son because of this praise. How could the word "fatigued" be so powerful?

Why do you think Yan Jingqiu has the potential to be a doting brother and a madman?

No matter what the little guy does, she always thinks that her brother is the best, and she never dislikes him even when he pees.

"Sister, I'm so tired!" Yan Qinbei, a child, saw that he was being praised and still knew how to reciprocate, so he looked at his sister and praised her again.

"Xiao Bei is awesome!" Yan Jingqiu was happy to play with the little guy.

"Sister, I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it..." The little guy was like a repeater, now he said he was addicted.

Listening to his terrible Mandarin, Qian Yiman couldn't help but correct him: "Son, it's because he is powerful, not because he is tired."

"I'm tired of it." Yan Qinbei, a child, has his own insistence.

"No, no, come and read it after mom." Qian Yiman began to teach him word by word, "Awesome! Awesome!"

"Sick of it!" This was the last stubbornness of Yan Qinbei's child.

"Awesome! Terrible!" Qian Yiman was not discouraged and continued to teach patiently.

"Tis bad!"

Qian Yiman: "..." I really don't know what I am insisting on.

"Mom, Beibei, you're so tired!" The little guy even felt that he said it well. He clapped his hands and praised himself in childish words.

This cute little look almost melted the hearts of Qian Yiman and Yan Jingqiu.

Both of them couldn't help but laugh out loud. It was really lively to have such a cute baby at home.

When Yan Zhengting returned home from get off work, he heard the laughter from the kitchen in the living room.

He looked in the direction of the kitchen, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.