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

In this way, with the concern of the whole family, Qian Yiman finished a cup of hot water and a large bowl of ginger soup.

Let’s not talk about whether the headache is better or not, but at least my body is really warm.

Seeing Qian Yiman finish the ginger soup conscientiously, Yan's mother was very satisfied.

She picked up the bowl on the coffee table and prepared to go to the kitchen to clean it.

As soon as he took a step, he seemed to have thought of something and came back.

Standing in front of Qian Yiman, he carefully instructed:

"Manman, don't worry, your dad and I will take care of the two little ones today. Jingqiu can also help. Your task now is to have a good rest..."

After she finished speaking, she paused, then pulled Qian Yiman towards the dining table, and said as she walked:

"Mom cooked some noodles and put a bowl for you to eat first. After you finish eating, go back to your room and rest for a while. Later I will cook you some porridge for you to drink when you wake up..."

Qian Yiman actually didn't really want to eat, but faced with her mother-in-law's concern, she had no chance to refuse.

She had no choice but to sit at the dinner table and honestly eat the noodles that Yan's mother had prepared for her.

After eating, I brushed my teeth and was rushed back to the room to sleep by Yan's mother.

Child Yan Qinbei slept very well today and has not woken up yet.

Qian Yiman carefully lifted the quilt and lay down in it, his movements very gentle.

I lay there in a daze for a long time, unable to sleep.

Suddenly, it occurred to her that she was the one with the space.

He quickly dodged into the space.

In the space, the little cutie is scooping water in front of the spiritual spring.

Seeing Qian Yiman coming in, he sent a few New Year greetings without hesitation.

"Master, happy New Year!"

"Good fortune, good luck!"

"All your wishes come true! You are promoted step by step..."

Qian Yiman rubbed his temples and asked with a smile, "Little cutie, have you been secretly studying behind my back recently? Your cultural level has improved so fast..."

I have never heard it speak so many idioms before.

The little cutie didn't like hearing these words so much, and felt that she was being looked down upon by her master.

It flapped its little wings, pouted its mouth and said dissatisfiedly:

"Master, I wonder if you have some misunderstanding about me. When did I lose my cultural level?"

Qian Yiman filled half a cup of cure-all mineral water, drank it down, and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Then, he asked unceremoniously: "Um...have you ever had that thing?"

Little cutie: "..."

"Master, you are trying to kill your heart... I have thousands of years of ink in my stomach."

Not to mention that Wenquxing came to earth, at least he was rich in knowledge.

After drinking the spiritual spring water, the effect was particularly obvious. Qian Yiman no longer had a headache.

She felt comfortable and her mood improved, and she was ready to chat with the little cutie.

Qian Yiman pulled a small bench and deliberately teased it, "You have nothing to prove, how about you prove yourself?"

"how to prove?"

"How about I recite some more idioms for you? Ancient poems would also work..." The little cutie touched the ink in her belly and said seriously and cutely.

Facts have proved that the little cutie is still easy to be fooled, and he takes his master's words seriously again.

"Okay, then you read it from behind, I'm listening." Qian Yiman nodded, indicating that it would start at any time.

The little cutie imitated the old master in school, shaking his head and started reciting.

The expression on his back was intoxicated, with a hint of pride on his face.

Only when it noticed the malicious smile on Qian Yiman's face did it realize what was going on.

The little cutie flapped her little wings, hung in the air, put her hands on her hips, and glared at her.

Accused: "Master, are you teasing me again!"

There was even a hint of grievance in his tone.