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

Since this time.

Lin Xiaoyun took Yan Jingqiu to play with her every day. At the same time, she also took her to meet more friends in the family courtyard.

Yan Jingqiu is also visibly more cheerful than before, and is no longer unable to speak a word like before.

Qian Yiman and Yan Zhengting were naturally very pleased with her change. Qian Yiman often asked her to take snacks out and share them with her friends.

You know, sharing snacks with each other is also a convenient way to promote friendship among children.

Qian Yiman was alone in the yard of her home, pruning the branches and leaves of her precious roses.

Before entering the house, she also picked a handful of fresh water spinach in the vegetable field, and planned to ask her man to make her stir-fried water spinach with fermented bean curd at night.

Early this morning, Yan Zhengting went to the next city for a meeting, so she and Yan Jingqiu were the only ones at home for lunch.

She was a little tired and wasn't ready to cook by herself.

Qian Yiman put the water spinach in the kitchen sink, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands with soap, and prepared to go to the canteen to get food.

She put on her shoes, held the lunch box in her hand, and the change in her pocket, opened the door and walked out.

However, when she walked to the entrance of the courtyard, she smelled the smell of braised pork coming from the opposite side.

Normally this would have been an alluring aroma to her. But for her now, that was simply the catalyst that made her vomit.

"vomit……"

Qian Yiman vomited and quickly turned around and entered the house before he vomited out.

Putting down the lunch box in his hand, he rushed to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet, unable to stop at all.

"vomit……"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh..."

She squatted on the ground and vomited involuntarily, literally until tears fell from her eyes.

Who knows? This feeling is so grinding and uncomfortable. Qian Yiman feels like his throat is being held by fate.

Finally vomiting out the last bit of acidic water, she squatted there without the strength to get up.

at the same time.

On the way, Yan Jingqiu came back from playing outside.

When she walked to the door of her home, she found that the door was wide open and felt a little strange.

As soon as I stepped into the house, I heard the sound of vomiting coming from the bathroom.

Yan Jingqiu walked to the bathroom door and took a look and found that it was Aunt Qian. She looked in pain, vomiting constantly, and her brows were knitted together in discomfort.

She had never seen Aunt Qian so vulnerable before. Her father didn't come home at noon. Yan Jingqiu felt a little overwhelmed and didn't know what to do.

Perhaps out of instinct, when she saw Qian Yiman squatting on the ground, too weak to stand up on his own, she walked over and helped her up.

She said worriedly: "Aunt Qian, let me help you sit on the sofa for a while."

"Yeah." Qian Yiman nodded weakly.

It wasn't that she was being pretentious, she really didn't have the strength at the moment. Fortunately, Yan Jingqiu came back at this time.

Yan Jingqiu carefully helped Qian Yiman to the sofa in the living room, feeling anxious when she saw how uncomfortable she looked.

She went to find a clean water glass and poured a cup of hot water. She carefully handed it to Qian Yiman and whispered, "Aunt Qian, do you want some hot water?"

She remembered that when she was sick, the doctor and her grandmother told her to drink more hot water.

Qian Yiman took the water glass and slowly drank less than half of it. Soon he felt that his body was getting warmer and his stomach felt much more comfortable.

She put the water cup on the coffee table and said to Yan Jingqiu with a slightly pale face: "Thank you, Jingqiu."

"We are a family, this is what I should do. And dad also told me to help him take good care of you when he is busy." Yan Jingqiu shook her head, saying that this is what she should do.

It was rare for her to say so much in one breath.

After hearing her words, Qian Yiman expressed that he was warmed by the two father and daughter.

Then he smiled slightly, took out five yuan and handed it to her, saying weakly: "Jingqiu, Auntie, I don't have the strength to go out now. You can take the money and go to the canteen to get some food and come back. Can you do it alone?"

Yan Jingqiu took the money and said, "No problem, I've been to the canteen with my father before. Aunt Qian, what do you want to eat?"

"I can't eat anything right now, just buy some for yourself. Just buy whatever you want and don't save money, you know?"

Qian Yiman waved his hand. She felt like vomiting whenever she thought of food, so how could she eat anything.

"I understand, then I'll go first."

Yan Jingqiu looked at her and then went to the cafeteria with some worry.

Because I went a little late and only had some leftovers, I only bought two steamed buns and a portion of hot and sour potato shreds.

After she finished her meal, she ran back quickly because she was worried about her family's money.

He took out the key and opened the door. Qian Yiman was not on the sofa in the living room.

However, the door of the master bedroom was open there. Yan Jingqiu went in and took a look. Qian Yiman was lying on the bed at this time.

"Jingqiu, are you back?" Qian Yiman heard the noise and opened his eyes.

"Uh-huh."

"Then go and eat quickly. I'm a little tired and want to take a nap. Please help me close the door when you go out."

"OK, all right."

After Yan Jingqiu went out, Qian Yiman also closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

At the dinner table, Yan Jingqiu was quietly eating steamed buns with shredded potatoes. It looked simple, but she ate it with gusto.

After eating, she consciously went to the kitchen to clean the lunch box and dishes.

Because Qian Yiman was not feeling well, she planned to stay with her at home in the afternoon instead of going out to play with friends.

After coming out of the kitchen, she went back to her room and started reading.

She didn't put down the book until her eyes were sore. I glanced at the small alarm clock on the table. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Yan Jingqiu went to the master bedroom and took another look. Qian Yiman was still sleeping.

She thought that Aunt Qian had not eaten lunch and had slept for such a long time. She would definitely be hungry when she woke up, so she decided to go to the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge for her to eat when she got up.

She washed the rice quickly and put it into the pot, her movements not unfamiliar at all.

She can cook simple meals because she occasionally follows her grandma in the kitchen to learn.

While waiting for the porridge to be cooked, Yan Jingqiu took out some sauerkraut and fried it.

She remembered that her father often fried this pickled cabbage because Aunt Qian liked to eat it...