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

"Comfortable?"

Qian Yiman asked while fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan.

"Yeah, it feels good..." Yan Zhengting turned his head and smiled at her. Worried that her hands would get sore, he continued, "Just fan her twice, be careful not to get sore hands."

"It's okay, I said I will love you too~~" Hearing this, Qian Yiman did not stop what she was doing and continued to do what she wanted to do.

Over the years, this man has treated her to an outrageous degree, and it is not excessive for her to feel sorry for him occasionally.

What's more, it was just fanning him and it wouldn't tire her at all.

After hearing her words, Yan Zhengting didn't say anything more, but he was secretly happy in his heart, and the speed of cooking with his hands increased a lot.

She didn't have to wait too long. Soon the three dishes and a soup were cooked and placed on the stove.

It was time to eat. Just as Qian Yiman was about to take the dishes to the table outside, Yan Zhengting exerted a little force and pulled her into his arms.

Qian Yiman looked up, a little puzzled: "You... um..."

Before she could finish her words, Yan Zhengting lowered his head and covered her lips without saying a word.

The kitchen is not a good place for kissing and making out, so he only kissed for a while to satisfy himself and then let go of the person in his arms.

After the kiss, Qian Yiman was panting.

She placed one hand on Yan Zhengting's chest, wondering why this man was becoming more and more fond of sneak attacks.

However, she had to admit that she still felt a little unsatisfied.

Taking another look at the man's expression and eyes, he should be like herself, still a little unsatisfied.

Yan Zhengting hugged her slender waist, put his forehead against hers, and said in a low and pleasant voice, "Thank you Manman for loving me. I'm very happy."

"I will love you more in the future, and you will be happier~~" Qian Yiman reached out and touched his chin, then his cheek, smiling with her eyebrows curved.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to love me." Yan Zhengting stretched out a hand and gently pinched her smooth face.

Then, he placed a very light kiss on her forehead, lighter than a feather...

There was a smile on his face that came from the heart, which was completely different from his usual seriousness. It was an emotion he would only show in front of Qian Yiman.

The two of them began to get close to each other unknowingly, and the originally stuffy kitchen seemed to become less unbearable. At this moment, it was filled with pink bubbles that lingered for a long time.

"Dad, I'm hungry, can I eat now?"

Just as the couple was hugging each other affectionately, the sounds of children's footsteps and voices were heard outside.

Little Yan Qinbei was originally playing with his younger brother and sister in the living room, but he found that he had been waiting for a long time but his parents did not come out of the kitchen to bring food.

Because I was so hungry, I couldn't help but go to the kitchen to see if there was anything I could eat first.

Hearing the children's voices coming closer, the couple looked at each other and immediately separated, but there was still a trace of reluctance on each other's faces.

Yan Zhengting was even more so. Looking at his son running over from outside, he couldn't help rubbing his forehead, feeling a headache.

I thought to myself, this kid really knows how to ruin the atmosphere, and it’s not the first time.

At this moment, he really wanted his children to grow up quickly, get married and start their own families so that they could move out.

They were the only ones left at home, so they could hug and kiss each other whenever they wanted...

However, although the idea is beautiful, in reality these two kids are still a long way from growing up and getting married.

There is no choice but to accept my fate.

They also have to be provided with good food and drink for more than ten years.

"Take the chopsticks and eat." Yan Zhengting walked out with a plate of food in his left hand and a bowl of soup in his right hand, while not forgetting to instruct his son to work.

Qian Yiman carried the remaining two dishes and followed him out of the kitchen, grinning.

Yan Qinbei was left standing there in a daze for two seconds, with many questions in his mind.

Why does he feel that his father doesn't seem to be in a good mood?