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

Yan's mother and sister-in-law Lin were taking care of them in the hospital. Yan Zhengting and Lao Lin returned to the family compound in the evening.

When passing by the canteen, I saw Qian Yiman carrying a lunch box from a distance and walking slowly towards this side.

She has entered the third trimester of pregnancy, her belly is getting heavier and heavier, and her movements are not as flexible as before.

Yan Zhengting didn't say anything, and several people ran forward and took the lunch box from her hand.

He asked distressedly: "Where's dad? Why are you coming out to get food?"

"Dad is taking care of the children at home." Qian Yiman replied.

Yan's father was not very good at cooking. The stove at home was too short and it was inconvenient for her to bend down to cook at this stage, so she wanted to come to the canteen to buy some food and take it home.

After saying hello to Lao Lin, the couple walked to the cafeteria.

Qian Yiman asked with concern: "How is Jingqiu? Is mom taking care of her in the hospital?"

When they learned that something had happened to Yan Jingqiu, the few of them who stayed at home were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. It wasn't until Lao Lin sent someone over to report that he was safe that everyone let go of their worries.

Yan Zhengting reminded her to pay attention to the steps under her feet, and then replied: "My foot is broken and there are some scratches on my body. There are no other problems. Mom will stay in the hospital to take care of Jingqiu these days. Don't worry..."

"It's fine. How long will you stay in the hospital?" Qian Yiman was truly relieved to hear his man say that everything was fine.

"The doctor said it will take about a week." As they spoke, the two of them had arrived at the cafeteria window. Yan Zhengting turned his head and asked her, "What do you want to eat?"

It doesn't matter what he eats, as long as his wife likes it.

Since the two got married, Yan Zhengting's eating habits have been slowly approaching Qian Yiman's. He will eat whatever she likes, and everything is dominated by her.

Qian Yiman looked around and ordered two dishes that he liked, and another dish that his man and his father-in-law liked.

Don't ask her why she ordered two dishes for herself, because Yan Zhengting told her to order more of what she likes.

There is no reason for this man to pamper her.

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After returning home, Yan's father was feeding his grandson porridge with green vegetables and minced meat, which Yan's mother specially made for him.

"father!"

Yan Qinbei, a child, hadn't seen his father for a long time. He ran over and picked up his trousers and climbed up like a monkey.

Qian Yiman laughed at his appearance and said, "Son, don't make trouble with Dad. Dad is tired. Go to Grandpa's place for dinner."

"No, no, no, daddy, hug me."

Children of this age are clingy, so of course they won't listen to reason.

Seeing his son trying to crawl on him like a little monkey, Yan Zhengting couldn't laugh or cry.

He bent down and picked up the little guy, touched his little head, and asked with a smile: "Have you listened to grandpa at home?"

"Yes, Beibei, be good."

Yan Qinbei, a child, kissed his father on the cheek and nodded seriously to show that he was really good.

When dad comes back, grandpa has to lean over. The little guy only needs dad to feed him.

Yan Zhengting told his father about his daughter's situation and asked him to relax, then took the spoon and started feeding his son.

Qian Yiman and Yan's father were both unwilling to eat first and insisted on waiting for him to join them.

With his mother and grandfather coaxing him, the child Yan Qinbei was very well-behaved during his meal today and finished his meal in about ten minutes.

However, he was very clingy today and was not happy to be left alone to play with toys.

When the family was eating, he still had to sit on his father's lap and eat scrambled eggs from time to time.

After dinner, Yan's father volunteered to wash dishes and clean the kitchen.

Yan Zhengting patiently played with his son for more than an hour.

Seeing that his bedtime was almost here, I quickly took the little guy to the bathroom to take a bath.

After taking a bath, child Yan Qinbei rolled around on his parents' big bed and couldn't rest for a moment.

Qian Yiman leaned on the bedside and waved to him, "Son, come here, mother will tell you a story."

The little guy finally calmed down, crawled over and leaned against his mother and started listening to the story.

His bedtime was always on time, but as soon as 8:30, his eyelids couldn't hold up anymore, his little head was pounding bit by bit, and he was so sleepy that he almost fainted.

Seeing this, Qian Yiman smiled, put his son on the bed, hummed a nursery rhyme and patted his back gently to coax him to sleep.

In the world, a mother's voice is the most reassuring to a child. The little guy pursed his lips and fell asleep quickly.

The little appearance of sleeping, innocent and innocent.