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

Qian Yiman rubbed her eyes and sat up. The child and the man were no longer in the room. After she woke up for a while, she went to the floor to change clothes.

When she came out of the living room, she heard a sound from the dining table. She walked over and saw this scene.

In fact, this is a very simple picture of having breakfast, but it makes people feel warm and touching inexplicably.

A smile spread on her lips, and she said: "Good morning~~"

"mom!"

"Aunt Qian."

Seeing his wife, Yan Zhengting's voice suddenly softened, "Have you washed up? I'll get you a bowl of noodles..."

"No, just feed your son. I'll wash up first and then come back." Qian Yiman touched his son's hair, then went to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Having said that, after Qian Yiman went to the bathroom to wash up, Yan Zhengting took the time to finish feeding the last two small bites of noodles in the bowl, then put the little guy on the ground for Yan Jingqiu to watch, and went to the kitchen.

When I came out, I had two bowls of noodles, one large and one small.

At this time, Yan Jingqiu had already taken her younger brother to play in the living room.

After a while, Qian Yiman came over.

Looking at the noodles that the man packed for her, a warm current slowly flowed in her heart.

She sat down and ate slowly, glancing at the man next to her from time to time. As the two looked at each other, pink bubbles filled the air.

Unexpectedly, the sweetness soared rapidly.

......

After breakfast, take advantage of the fact that the sun is not so fierce yet.

Yan Zhengting planned to go to the yard to take care of the vegetable patch, and Qian Yiman naturally wanted to follow him.

When passing by the living room, Qian Yiman called his two children and wanted to let them experience the joy of growing vegetables.

The vegetables, melons, and fruits in the fields are growing beautifully. The family mainly came to harvest a good harvest today.

The water spinach in the ground is lush green, and the cucumbers and loofahs on the melon vines are fresh and juicy, which is a pleasure to watch.

Yan Zhengting repeatedly told Qian Yiman to stand aside and watch and not to do anything, then he squatted on the ground and started picking vegetables.

Qian Yiman had a big belly and it was really difficult to squat down, but she also wanted to participate in the joy of the harvest. She looked aside and decided to pick the cucumbers on the shelf.

She picked a few older cucumbers and left the other tender ones to grow for a few more days.

The loofah stand was set up relatively high. Qian Yiman reached out to pick two loofahs. Embarrassingly, she found that she couldn't reach them.

"Aunt Qian, let me do it." Yan Jingqiu happened to see it. She walked over and picked it off easily.

Qian Yiman: "..." It's not very harmful, but it's very insulting.

Her height actually lost to that of a junior high school student.

Looking at Yan Jingqiu, who has grown so much in the past year, Qian Yiman couldn't help but opened his mouth and asked: "Jingqiu, how tall are you now?"

Yan Jingqiu thought for a moment and replied: "The measurement I took at school last year was 1.66 meters."

Qian Yiman: Excuse me, she shouldn’t ask so many questions.

A fifteen-year-old child is so tall, and one look at Yan Zhengting's long legs, he is indeed his son.

At this time, the only little potato in the room who was shorter than her was running towards her on short legs.

Yan Qinbei, a child, held a yellow-white cucumber flower in his hand and gave it to Qian Yiman. He raised his head and said with a milky voice, "Mom, Huahua, here it is."

The little guy right now is the little boy who loves his mother the most in the world.

"Wow! It's so beautiful. Thank you son, why are you so good..." Qian Yiman took the badly pinched flower and touched the little guy's hair, with a smile on his eyes and brows.

It turns out that her son is still a warm little boy.

The little guy, who was gently praised by his mother, scratched the back of his head cutely, and then ran happily to the cucumber flowers. Fugui, whose legs were shorter than his, followed him and protected the little master.

After a while, the child Yan Qinbei ran over again and gave his mother a handful of flowers, including cucumber flowers and other unknown small wild flowers.

He clapped his little hands and praised himself proudly: "Mom, Beibei is so annoying!"

Qian Yiman took out his handkerchief, gently wiped the sweat from his son's forehead, smiled and said, "Yes, we are the most annoying in Beibei!"

Yan Jingqiu also echoed: "Beibei is disgusting!"

"Dad!" The little guy thought that his father hadn't praised him yet, so he looked at his old father. What he meant was that you should praise me quickly.

Yan Zhengting nodded and said, "Well, awesome!"

Not to be outdone, Fugui barked at the little guy's feet.

After receiving praise from the whole family, child Yan Qinbei stood there with a bright smile on his face.

Today, the family harvested not only vegetables and fruits, but also the purest happiness of Yan Qinbei’s children.