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

The sun shines through the white clouds and gently falls on every corner of the yard, making it feel extra warm and comfortable in this cold winter.

Qian Yiman and Yan Jingqiu each held a few small sweet potatoes in their hands. They stood in the yard and looked at each other, with confused expressions on their faces.

What should be done as the first step?

"Mom, can you just put the sweet potatoes on the fire and roast them?" After Yan's mother came out, Qian Yiman went directly to ask for help.

She suddenly wanted to bake sweet potatoes, but at this moment she found that she didn't know how to start.

"Of course not. Dig a hole first, bury it in it, and then..." Yan's mother squatted down on the edge of the vegetable field to find an open space while talking about how to roast sweet potatoes, and then dug in the ground. He dug a hole and said, "This is about the same size. You can just bury the sweet potatoes. Remember not to cover them too thickly with soil..."

Although decades have passed, Yan's mother still remembers the method very clearly.

After digging the hole, she was going to carry some dry branches and leaves under the eaves.

Although she is already a mother of two children, Qian Yiman is still very interested in these things. She and Yan Jingqiu carefully put the sweet potatoes in and buried them with soil.

When Fugui saw Yan's mother going to hold a branch under the eaves, he also walked over, picked up a branch and placed it at Qian Yiman's feet.

She touched Fugui's head and said with a smile, "Fugui, why are you so proactive today? Did you know that there is something delicious again?"

It has to be said that Fugui has become more and more a thief as he grows up.

Every time he smells the aroma of food, he will come over and squat in front of you, making no noise or making any fuss, just looking at you with a pair of innocent eyes until you relent and feed him.

"Wow..." Fugui called out in response, and then lay quietly at Yan Jingqiu's feet.

Yan Jingqiu stretched out her hand to help smooth the fur of the dog. Fugui half-squinted her eyes and enjoyed it very much. She was the one who picked up the dog and brought it home, so Fugui has always been the most affectionate towards her.

It wasn't until Yan's father came over with Yan Qinbei in his arms that he got up and ran to the front yard to hide.

Yan Qinbei's child has reached an age where even a dog would dislike him, and now Fugui will walk around whenever he sees him.

Unfortunately, this little guy has no self-awareness at all, and he still wants his grandpa to hug him and chase him.

Naturally, Yan's father couldn't refuse his grandson's cute request, so he hugged him and chased after him.

When Qian Yiman and Yan Jingqiu saw this scene, they covered their mouths and snickered.

Yan's mother came over carrying branches and leaves, but when she wanted to light a fire, she realized that she had forgotten to bring matches.

"Grandma, I'll go." Yan Jingqiu immediately prepared to go back to the house to get it.

"Jingqiu, you're here, I'll just go to the kitchen to get it." Qian Yiman called out to her, and then went into the house to get matches.

She had a broken foot before. Although it is almost healed now, it would be better to move less.

When Qian Yiman came out, Yan's mother lit the fire while teaching her and Yan Jingqiu the method, thinking that if they still wanted to eat in the future, they could continue to bake in the yard according to this method.

The fire on the firewood pile became more and more intense. Qian Yiman squatted aside and fiddled with the twigs, already beginning to recall the sweet taste in his mind.

But at this time, the cry of Yan Qinnan's child came from the room.

Yan's mother immediately wanted to go back to the house to hug her child, but was stopped by Qian Yiman.

"Mom, let me go in, and I'll feed him by the way." Anyway, I have to breastfeed my child, so why bother asking my mother-in-law to make an extra trip.

"That's fine. Mom is here to watch the fire for you. Maybe it will be cooked when you come out."

"Then I'll leave it to you and Jingqiu..."

Qian Yiman smiled, then reluctantly got up and entered the house. This is why being a mother is not free.

She went to the bathroom and washed her hands twice with soap before returning to the bedroom to hold the baby.

"Little guy, do you know that you ruined your mother's good deeds?"

After locking the door, Qian Yiman first changed his son into a clean diaper and then put on his coat.

Then, he sat on a chair with him in his arms, unbuttoned his clothes and started feeding him.

The little guy was hungry for a long time. He was lying in his mother's arms and drinking breast milk attentively. He looked so cute.

Qian Yiman grabbed one of his little hands, with a chubby little dimple on the back of his hand, put it to his mouth and kissed it. It smelled like milk.

After the child had eaten, she opened the window and stood there chatting with Yan's mother and others in the yard.

"Mom, it's very windy outside so I won't take the baby out."

Despite her young age, she is still very careful in raising children.

"Manman, I'll come in and change with you. Please wait a moment."

"Mom, no need, you and Jingqiu can stay there."

Yan's mother ignored her refusal and got up and entered the house after speaking.

She knew that her daughter-in-law was still young and liked these new things.

It was hard to reject the kindness. After Qian Yiman handed the child to his mother-in-law, he was urged to go to the yard.

Yan Jingqiu was squatting on the ground adding twigs to the fire. Qian Yiman came over and squatted down beside her, "Jingqiu, why do I seem to have smelled the fragrance?"

"I smell it too, I guess it's almost ripe."

"I didn't expect it, it's quite interesting..." Qian Yiman couldn't help but sigh as he watched the branches in the fire crackling.

No wonder so many people like to go out for picnics and barbecues, it’s really a lot of fun.

"I also feel that I have never tried to do it myself before..."

The two girls gathered around the fire, gently stirring the branches in the fire, talking and laughing.

The sparks were flying and emitting a warm light. This scene looked very warm in the sunshine.

Yan's mother stood by the window with her child in her arms and was overjoyed when she saw it.