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

The vacation is officially over.

The next day, Yan Zhengting got up early.

After making and eating breakfast, he went back to the bedroom and kissed his wife who was sleeping soundly, then went out to work with satisfaction.

After Yan Zhengting left, Qian Yiman slept until noon.

I got up, put on my slippers, walked a few steps to the window and pulled open the curtains. The whole room suddenly became spacious and bright.

Qian Yiman squinted her eyes and stretched casually. She had a really comfortable sleep!

I feel a little hungry, so I'd better go out and find something to eat.

When Qian Yiman walked to the door of the room, she remembered that the electric fan was not turned off, so she went back to turn it off, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.

After coming out of the bathroom, she tied her hair into a simple low ponytail and walked towards the kitchen.

She thought there must be food waiting for her in the pot.

After all, according to past practice, Yan Zhengting would leave breakfast for her before going out every day. Sometimes he bought it from the cafeteria, and sometimes he made it himself.

When I opened the lid of the pot, I saw a bowl of warm porridge inside, and a plate of scrambled eggs.

Qian Yiman smiled secretly, reached out to take the food out, and unexpectedly found a small dish of fermented bean curd on the table, which was her favorite.

I don't know where this man bought it from.

Thinking of this, she pulled out a chair, sat down and began to eat slowly.

It was obviously a very simple breakfast, but Qian Yiman felt that it was a delicacy, perhaps because it contained a taste called happiness.

After having breakfast and washing the dishes, she slipped into the space.

Qian Yiman walked to the front of the little cutie's luxurious nest and found that it was still in a dormant state, but the little cutie called this phenomenon a state of cultivation.

A few months ago, it said it was going to start practicing in seclusion as a surprise to her, and it has not returned to normal until now.

For fear of accidentally disturbing it, Qian Yiman did not dare to touch it. Every time she came in, she would just look at it from the side.

Alas... I don't know when the little cutie will finish his training.

Suddenly without someone to chat with, Qian Yiman couldn't help but feel that her life was missing some fun.

She hummed a few lyrics, first took out some daily necessities from her inventory, then opened the refrigerator and took out some vegetables, and then left the space.

The clothes she took off last night have not been washed yet. Qian Yiman plans to wash them before Yan Zhengting gets off work, otherwise she will definitely rush to wash them when he comes back.

In order to make her man feel more relaxed, she had to take the initiative.

However, when she soaked the clothes in water, she discovered a serious problem.

I just moved here yesterday, and it seems like there isn’t a bar of soap in the house, not even in stock in the space.

Glancing at the scorching sun outside the window, Qian Yiman wiped the water off her hands. It seemed that she had to go to the supply and marketing cooperative and buy all the things that were missing at home at once.

This way, it will be much more convenient when you need it.

Thinking of this, she went back to her room to change out of her pajamas, opened the closet and picked out a skirt that looked still new and put it on.

This was something Yan Zhengting brought back for her when he went on a business trip last month. She hasn't had time to wear it a few times yet.

The July sun was shining brightly overhead. Even though it was only ten o'clock in the morning, Qian Yiman could still feel the heat waves everywhere around her.

Like most people, she has a very special feeling towards summer, a love-hate relationship.

Fortunately, she had the foresight to bring an umbrella with her to protect herself from the sun before going out.

Although it's just an umbrella, it's better than nothing. It's better than standing under the scorching sun.

The weather was so hot that Qian Yiman tried to walk in the shade of the trees, but even so, she was still sweating profusely.

She had no time to pay attention to the curious looks from the people around her. She quickened her pace and walked straight towards the supply and marketing cooperative, fearing that she would get heatstroke.

As a new face in the family compound, and holding an umbrella on a sunny day, Qian Yiman quickly became the focus of passers-by.

After she walked away, groups of women quickly gathered under a big tree behind her.

Everyone's gossip appetite is on the rise.

All of a sudden, a group of women began to talk, and each of them could not suppress their inner gossip.

Woman 1: "Who is this woman? I've never seen her before..."

Woman 2: "I don't know. I've never seen her before. She's really pretty..."

Woman 3: "Wow, not only is her face pretty, but also her breasts, waist and butt. Even a woman like me is envious of her..."

Woman 4: "I know who she is. Haven't you heard about it?"

At this time, someone else came in and interrupted: "What did you hear? Tell us quickly, don't play dumb with us..."

"That's it."

"Actually, I heard from others that she is the lover of the new teacher Yan. I passed by their yard yesterday and caught a glimpse of her. She is so beautiful..."

Hearing this, one of the women carrying a basket of vegetables had a look of disbelief on her face. "No way, my husband said that Master Yan is only a few years older than him. The one just now looked quite young, like a grown-up girl."

Someone agreed, "That's true. I think she's only about twenty years old, probably about the same age as my eldest daughter."

In fact, it is no wonder that everyone thinks so. After getting married, Qian Yiman was pampered and loved by Yan Zhengting in every aspect. She looks young and beautiful, and you can't tell at all that she is already the mother of two children.

"Well, what's so confusing? Don't men like young and pretty girls?" Another woman stepped forward to join the gossip camp, with a look on her face that said, "I know it all."

"Hearing what you said, it really makes sense. Not to mention that men like young girls, even the young and handsome guys I meet on the street can't help but take a second look at them..."

"Hahahahaha..."

"You really hit the nail on the head..."

After hearing these words, the group of women who had been gossiping just now all laughed knowingly, expressing their complete agreement.

They wished that a group of young and handsome guys would pass by them the next moment.

The gossips under the tree were still chattering non-stop, and from time to time a breeze blew, making the singing of the cicadas in the tree even clearer and more melodious...