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

Time passes day by day, and the New Year is getting closer and closer.

It has snowed heavily for several times, and the weather is getting colder.

Qian Yiman stayed at home all day long and took his children to read books. When he got bored, he would go into the space to chat with his little cutie. His little life was very pleasant.

Winter nights are no different than summer nights. They always come very early. It's only after five o'clock and the sky is already dark.

At this time, the Yan family's house was filled with smoke and smoke, and there was a vague warmth.

Yan's mother came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, carrying the last dish, and shouted happily:

"dinner time!!!"

The table was filled with steaming hot meals, which were very rich. The family sat around the dining table and ate their dinner deliciously.

The aroma of the food filled the room, intertwined with the orange light, making it look very warm and beautiful, in sharp contrast to the snowy scene outside the window.

Child Yan Qinbei clung to his father, obediently eating the food he fed him, with his little mouth bulging like a little squirrel.

Qian Yiman smiled at his son's cute little appearance. He picked up a piece of fish with clean chopsticks, carefully picked out the spine, and then fed it to his mouth.

I heard that children who eat more fish will become smarter, but I don’t know if this is true or not.

The little guy chewed the fish meat and showed a sweet smile to his mother. Qian Yiman also smiled and felt that his heart was about to melt.

When she was about to pick up the fish again, she was stopped by the man next to her, "Just let me feed it. You just concentrate on eating. The food will get cold later."

While feeding his son, Yan Zhengting did not forget to put some of his wife's favorite dishes into her bowl, taking good care of both mother and son.

Yan's father and mother, who were sitting opposite the couple, had long been accustomed to it. They glanced at it and then calmly looked away.

"Fang Yuan's wine is really good..." Yan's father poured a glass of wine into his own glass, took a sip, and then ate a chopstick of Yan's mother's cooking, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

This bottle of wine was given by Comrade Lao Fang some time ago. It tastes very mellow. Father Yan has to have a drink or two before every meal.

He shook the wine glass in his hand and looked at his son, "Zhengting, do you want a drink?"

"No." Yan Zhengting refused without thinking.

Although he drinks well, he still has to stay up late at night to make milk powder for his son. He is worried that he will fall asleep easily and cannot wake up after drinking.

It was somewhat imperfect to lack someone to drink with him. Yan's father could only drink with him. At this moment, he suddenly missed the old guys in the Kyoto compound.

On weekdays, they get together to play chess, drink tea, and drink whenever they have free time.

"You're old enough, you're almost ready. Don't yell at me when you're drunk." Yan's mother sat next to the old man to eat. Seeing that he wanted to continue after drinking two glasses, she worriedly told him to drink less. .

Yan's father originally wanted to fill the whole glass, but after Yan's mother warned him, he restrained himself a little, and in the end he only poured half the glass.

Seeing this, Yan's mother was reluctantly satisfied and said nothing more.

Then, he turned his head and gave Yan Jingqiu a piece of food with chopsticks from time to time, "Jingqiu, this was your favorite when you were a child. Eat more."

Yan Jingqiu looked at the pile of vegetables in front of her, stretched out her hand to protect the mouth of the bowl, and said helplessly: "Grandma, this is too much. My bowl is full, you can eat more... ..”

"This is too much. It's time for you to grow. Listen to grandma and eat more. Only by eating more can you grow taller..." Yan's mother was full of care for her granddaughter and spoke. At the same time, he gave her a piece of braised pork.

Yan Jingqiu: "..."

There is a kind of lack that makes your grandma think you eat too little.

Qian Yiman, who was sitting opposite and eating silently, thought to himself, could it be that she didn't grow taller because she ate less?

Soon, she was also named by her mother-in-law.

The next second, Yan Ziyu said earnestly: "Manman, you too, eat more. Don't be like some people who don't even eat to stay in shape..."

After saying that, Yan's mother brought the braised pork in front of Yan's father to Qian Yiman.

A few days ago, when she was chatting with some old ladies in the compound, she heard one of them say that her daughter-in-law only ate one meal a day in order to stay in shape, and she was so hungry that she looked sallow and skinny.

"Mom, don't worry. I will never be like this. When did I eat less?" Qian Yiman couldn't laugh or cry about her mother-in-law's worries. She was still quite confident about her figure. Confidence.

It is absolutely impossible for her to give up delicious food.

And to put it another step back, if she dared to have the idea of ​​dieting, the man next to her would be the first one not to let her go without Yan’s mother saying anything.

Yan's mother disagreed with one thing about Qian Yiman's words.

"Oh... let me tell you, when did you eat too much?" She put down the chopsticks in her hands and said ruthlessly: "This girl Jingqiu has eaten more than you, in two days Nian Xiaobei's appetite is probably as good as yours..."

According to the words of their older generation, they eat less than cats.

Qian Yiman: "..."