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

Due to Yan Zhengting's insistence, Qian Yiman finally gave up on taking the child to sleep in another room.

Now Yan Zhengting is the focus of the family's care. Yan's mother made a pot of Codonopsis pilosula, red dates and chicken soup and was waiting there.

I was asked to drink a bowl of chicken soup and two bowls of rice for breakfast. For lunch, I was asked to drink a bowl of chicken soup and eat a large bowl of handmade noodles.

Of course, there are many other dishes, focusing on nutritional balance.

If it weren't for the limited ingredients that could be purchased here, Yan's mother would have done much more than that.

After lunch, Qian Yiman suggested that he go for a walk in the yard to bask in the sun and get some free calcium.

Yan Zhengting held the child Yan Qinbei, and Qian Yiman held the child Yan Qinnan, opened the door and came to the yard.

The sun is warm today, with a slight breeze blowing from time to time...it's very comfortable.

Child Yan Qinbei held his father's hand and chatted to his parents, the happiness on his face was beyond words.

His parents were back home and would play with him. Not to mention how excited he was.

After a short while, the little guy let go of his father's hand and jumped up and down in front of him.

From time to time, he would look back at his parents who were following him and smile brightly at them.

Seeing the little guy so happy, the old father and mother following him couldn't help but smile.

After they walked around the yard, Fugui, who had eaten enough, ran over wagging his tail and joined their family of four.

"Fugui, come."

Seeing his own dog coming, Yan Qinbei stopped and waved to him, signaling him to come over.

After that, the picture became like this.

The little guy was jumping up and down in front, with the dog guarding him. Qian Yiman was holding his little son, and Yan Zhengting followed leisurely behind.

A family of four and a dog were walking in the yard. The golden sunshine gently shone on them, lengthening their shadows and making them look particularly warm.

Yan Qinbei, a child, saw a small purple wild flower in the corner and ran over to force it to bloom.

"Mom! Here are some flowers for you."

After picking the flowers, the little guy didn't keep any for himself. He ran to his mother on his short legs and wanted to give her the flowers in his hand.

Qian Yiman had a free hand and happily took the little wild flower from his son's hand. He smiled and said, "It's so beautiful. Mom likes it very much. Thank you Xiaobei."

Being praised by his mother again, the child Yan Qinbei was very happy, and then he slapped another rainbow fart.

He raised his little face and praised his mother without hesitation, "Huahua is beautiful, mom is beautiful..."

"Oh, whose son is this? Why is he so good at talking..."

The little guy's childlike words made Yan Zhengting laugh and Qian Yiman laugh.

"Hehe, Beibei belongs to mother."

Child Yan Qinbei scratched the back of his head, smiling a little shyly at this time.

"Well, that's right. My son is so smart..."

Listening to the conversation between mother and son, Yan Zhengting also smiled. With a wife, children, and a daughter, this kind of life is simple and satisfying.

He raised his hand, put it on the little guy's head and rubbed it gently. His face was full of a father's love for his child.

He cherishes this simple little happiness.

"Old Yan!"

It was a warm moment for the family, when the voice of Comrade Lao Fang came from the door of the courtyard.