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

After eating the roasted sweet potatoes, Yan Qinbei's face turned dark and turned into a cat face.

"Son, your face has turned into a little cat..."

Qian Yiman looked at the dark circle around his mouth and burst out laughing, forgiving her that she couldn't help it anymore.

Seeing this, Yan Jingqiu did not laugh so blatantly, but only laughed secretly from the side.

Hearing the uncontrollable laughter of his old mother, Yan Qinbei's face as a young man was hurt. He pouted his little mouth and complained angrily: "Mom is bad~~"

After the little guy finished speaking, he turned his head away with a "hum" and stopped looking at her. He hated his mother who had no sense of boundaries.

That little look seems to be saying, this baby is really angry and hard to coax, you can figure it out yourself.

Qian Yiman was caught off guard. She really didn't expect this little guy to care so much about her image.

So he calmed down the expression on his face and began to coax him, "Mom was wrong. Mom shouldn't have laughed at you. Xiaobei, please stop being angry..."

"Hmph!" The attitude of admitting his mistake was very good, but the little guy was still unmoved. It was not something that could be coaxed with just a casual word.

Yo! I didn’t expect that this little person can be quite angry! Qian Yiman was a little surprised.

She suppressed the smile on her lips and squatted in front of the little guy.

Opening her arms to him, she gently coaxed: "Come on, Xiaobei, don't be angry anymore. Mom, can you give me a hug?"

This time, without any hesitation, the child Yan Qinbei immediately threw himself into his mother's arms.

When I fell into my mother's fragrant arms, all the anger I had felt disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Let's go wash our faces, shall we? When we're clean, we'll have a handsome little boy again..." As he spoke, Qian Yiman walked to the bathroom with the child in his arms.

Put the child on the ground, take the little guy's special towel, wet it with warm water and wring it out, then wipe the dirt off his face.

Because her movements were very gentle, the child Yan Qinbei stood there obediently while her mother washed her face without crying out in pain or ducking away.

"Well... washed it. My son is so beautiful." After wiping his son's little face, Qian Yiman put the towel in his hand into the basin, washed it, and hung it on the towel rack again.

Then, he bent down and picked up the little guy on the ground, letting him take a look at himself in the mirror.

Yan Qinbei, a child, was held in her arms by her mother. She pointed a finger at herself in the mirror and said crisply: "Mom, Beibei is beautiful!"

"Well, we are the most beautiful in Beibei!" Qian Yiman nodded and agreed.

I really don’t know who got this stinky look. Neither she nor Yan Zhengting are such coquettish people.

Hearing his mother's praise of him, the little guy was so happy that he kissed his mother twice on the face.

The little mouth said sweetly: "Love mom..."

Qian Yiman stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face. Sure enough, it was all drool...

She looked at the little guy and couldn't laugh or cry. Fortunately, he was her own child, otherwise she would have been disgusted with him.

Qian Yiman wiped the saliva from his face and came out of the bathroom with his son in his arms.

At this time, Yan Jingqiu was squatting on the floor helping her brother pack up the toys scattered everywhere and put them back in the box one by one.

"Mom, send some to Beibei." As soon as he saw his sister, Yan Qinbei struggled to get off his mother's arms.

Qian Yiman carefully put him on the ground. As soon as the little guy stood firm, he ran towards his sister and asked her to praise him for looking good.

"Well, Beibei is good-looking, Beibei is the most beautiful!" Yan Jingqiu couldn't help laughing after she figured out the reason for his visit.

The child Yan Qinbei was satisfied and happily kissed his sister on the face. Yan Jingqiu had always loved her younger brother, but she didn't dislike the little guy's drool.

She took out the handkerchief from her pocket and wiped it, then touched the little guy's hair and said in a very gentle tone, "Okay, Beibei, go play. My sister will help you collect the toys."

Hearing this, child Yan Qinbei was ready to run to ride the wooden horse in the corner.

As soon as his short legs took a step forward, someone grabbed him by the collar from behind his neck. Looking back, I saw it was my mother and shouted: "Mom..."

The little guy looks innocent. Mom, why are you arresting me?

Qian Yiman pointed to the toys scattered on the ground and took the opportunity to teach: "Xiao Bei, a child who doesn't know how to sort out his toys is not a good child."

"Mom, sister, take..." Child Yan Qinbei scratched his head. I have a sister, and she said she would help me clean it up.

"Whose toys belong to you?" Qian Yiman asked him again.

"Beibei." He knew this very clearly.

"Since it's yours, what should you do?" Qian Yiman continued to ask him.

"..." The kid Yan Qinbei stood there with a cute expression on his face, as if to say, Mom, tell me what I should do.

"Son, you have grown up. You should learn to do your own things by yourself. You can't push it to your sister, you know?" Qian Yiman thought to himself. The child is almost two years old, and he has to start teaching him some things slowly.

Isn’t there a saying that educating children should start from childhood.

Yan Jingqiu looked a little distressed and added, "Aunt Qian, it's okay, I can help, my brother is still young..."

Qian Yiman patted the little girl on the shoulder and signaled her to stop talking.

Su'er turned around and said patiently to the little guy, "My sister said she wanted to help you. Can you go over there and join us? But next time you have to do it by yourself."

Even though the child is young, he actually understands many things.

Under his mother's encouraging eyes, child Yan Qinbei nodded obediently and quickly picked up his toys one by one into the box.

The two siblings cooperated very well and put away all the toys on the floor in two or three minutes.

Child Yan Qinbei clapped his little hands and ran to his mother again, with the words "Mom, please praise me" written all over his face.

Qian Yiman gave him a thumbs up and praised without hesitation: "Well, Xiaobei is great! Xiaobei is amazing!"

The little guy giggled happily, got into his mother's arms and started acting coquettishly. His mother smelled delicious, and he really liked being in her arms.

Qian Yiman gently pinched the child's delicate little face and reminded, "Son, sister helped you, shouldn't you say thank you?"

Hearing this, kid Yan Qinbei turned around and showed a sweet smile, "Thank you, sister."

Qian Yiman was somewhat pleased with this, he was really a teachable boy!

"You're welcome." Yan Jingqiu gave him a big smile in return.

Although there is a big age difference between the two siblings, their relationship is unexpectedly good. Maybe this is because blood is thicker than water.

In the bedroom, Yan's mother put the sleeping child Yan Qinnan into the crib. After tucking him in, he quietly closed the door and walked out.

I glanced at the watch on my wrist and saw that it was getting late and it was almost time to prepare lunch.

Seeing Qian Yiman and the others talking so lively in the living room, I casually asked, "Manman, what do you want to eat for lunch? Mom will make it right now."

This daughter-in-law is petite and has a small appetite. In order to let her eat more bites, Yan's mother cooks according to her favorite taste most of the time.

When she has a lot of free time, Yan's mother will even cook in different ways.

To sum up, Qian Yiman not only has a perfect husband, but also a wonderful mother-in-law.

Qian Yiman stretched out his hand to touch his full belly and said with a slight guilt: "Mom, I was quite full from the roasted sweet potatoes I ate earlier. I might not be able to eat anymore at noon..."

Sweet potatoes, like potatoes, are very filling foods. She felt like she wouldn't be able to digest it all in a while, and it didn't matter whether she had lunch or not.

But when she said this to her mother-in-law, she felt a little guilty, as if a child had eaten snacks but not eaten and was worried about being educated by adults.

"Grandma, Beibei is full, Beibei doesn't want to eat." Yan Qinbei, a child, touched his swollen belly and said like his mother.

Otherwise, how can we say that children grow up watching their parents’ backs?