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

"Well, it's so delicious! When I was in Kyoto, my grandma would often make lard and sprinkle some salt or sugar into the oil residue. It was also delicious..."

Yan Jingqiu also liked eating this kind of fat and thin lard residue. She and Qian Yiman were eating there while talking and couldn't stop at all.

When she reminded her, Qian Yiman realized that he had forgotten to sprinkle some salt in it.

Forget it, just eat it like this, it's quite delicious.

Qian Yiman took a sip of water, thinking that school was about to end for summer vacation. He asked, "Jingqiu, when are you going to have a holiday?"

"The holiday won't be until the end of this month, probably until around the 20th..." Yan Jingqiu swallowed the food and replied.

Qian Yiman asked again: "Jingqiu, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

She especially likes to chat when she is eating, otherwise she always feels that something is missing.

"Huh?" She asked abruptly, and Yan Jingqiu didn't react for a moment.

"I mean, what's your dream?"

Yan Jingqiu said with some embarrassment: "Dream... I want to be a teacher in the future." There was a hint of shyness on her face, but her eyes were very firm when she spoke.

Before this, she had never talked about dreams with anyone. But she has always been clear about what she wants to do when she grows up. This has been her dream since childhood.

"Sounds very good, so what subject do you want to teach in the future?" When Qian Yiman heard her answer, he was not surprised at all.

She even felt that this profession was very suitable for Yan Jingqiu's gentle and quiet personality, and it was also consistent with her own temperament.

"I want to be a Chinese teacher."

Yan Jingqiu knows that she is not good at words, but words can help her express herself, so she likes reading and Chinese very much.

This is an expected answer. Qian Yiman agreed: "What a coincidence, I also like Chinese very much..."

She used to be quite good at Chinese when she was studying. She often won prizes in composition competitions and poetry recitations. She received countless certificates, but she had never been posted.

It is a very happy thing to have someone recognize your hobbies and dreams. Yan Jingqiu asked casually: "Really? Then...Aunt Qian, what was your previous dream?"

She is no longer as reserved in front of Qian Yiman as before.

"My dream..." Qian Yiman's thoughts drifted back to his previous life.

When she was very young, her dream was to wake up the next day and see her biological parents. When she was older, she just wanted to study hard, work hard, save more money to buy a house, and give herself a home.

In this life, her dream has been over-realized, and Yan Zhengting gave her a home. There are many people in this family, not just her, and she is never alone every day.

"My dream was more vulgar. At that time, I just wanted to make a lot of money and buy a beautiful house. I could wake up in it every day..."

Yan Jingqiu was stunned for a while, thinking that Aunt Qian's dream was indeed different.

However, she still praised people in a different way, "Aunt Qian, your dream is quite special, but it also sounds very good."

"Hahaha... Jingqiu, if you don't know how to praise you, don't praise me too much..."

"I'm not bragging, I just think it's good." Yan Jingqiu blushed a little.

She found that she quite liked listening to Aunt Qian talk now, and it was quite interesting a lot of the time.

At this time, the door opened.

"Why are you laughing? Are you so happy?"

It was Yan Zhengting who had returned from get off work. Just now he heard his little wife's laughter in the yard.

"I'm back. Jingqiu and I are chatting here, talking happily."

"Dad! Dad, Dad!..." Seeing his old father come home, the child Yan Qinbei, who was sitting in the cart and eating cucumbers, was very excited and immediately reached out to hug him to escape from this cage.

Yan Zhengting was just about to go over and hug his son when he suddenly caught sight of the basin on the coffee table out of the corner of his eye. He walked over and saw that it was lard residue and there was not much left in the basin.

He frowned, looked at the little woman who was still eating, and asked, "How much have you eaten?"

"I actually don't have much..."

Qian Yiman suddenly didn't dare to tell the truth. Why did this man look a little serious?

Seeing that her father's face looked wrong, Yan Jingqiu silently walked over and picked up her brother, quickly fled the scene and returned to her room.