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

The weather in July is like a child's face, changing at any time.

After dinner, there was lightning and thunder, and a heavy rain suddenly fell.

Bean-sized raindrops came in torrents, hitting the windows with a crackling sound, and condensed into streams of water that flowed down the outer wall.

The rain kept falling and showed no sign of stopping until ten o'clock in the evening.

Fortunately, the heat during the day disappeared without a trace in the baptism of this heavy rain.

Even at night, there was a slight chill.

In the master bedroom of the Yan family.

Under the warm orange light, Qian Yiman was sitting at the desk, holding a book and reading it carefully.

Yan Zhengting came in after taking a shower, holding a cup of warm water in his hand.

Seeing that she was reading seriously, he walked over and gently placed the cup of water on the desk, then took the book from her hand and closed it, saying softly, "Be good, stop reading. Didn't you say you were thirsty just now? Drink some water and go to bed early."

"Yes, I will obey, little one."

Qian Yiman joked with him, picked up the water cup and gulped down half of it, and her throat felt much better.

Yan Zhengting was waiting beside her. When she put down the cup of water, he bent down, picked her up and walked to the bed, "Okay, come to bed with me now."

Qian Yiman hugged the man's neck, feeling deeply moved.

It's another day when someone feeds you, pours you water, and carries you when you walk!

She is so lucky in this life!

There is no heat at all tonight because of the heavy rain.

Qian Yiman closed her eyes and was held in her man's arms. She felt safe and comfortable and soon felt drowsy.

However, before she fell asleep completely, she remembered that Yan Zhengting's friend wanted to invite their family to dinner at the weekend.

Qian Yiman forced her heavy eyelids to hold up and asked dazedly, "When are we going back? Tomorrow morning?"

"Well, have breakfast tomorrow and then go back to sleep." Yan Zhengting patted her back and coaxed her softly.

"Then I'll sleep... "

Qian Yiman's voice became softer and softer, and she fell asleep almost as soon as she finished the last word.

How can I describe how sleepy I am?

Yan Zhengting turned off the bedside lamp, then kissed her smooth forehead and fell asleep while holding her in his arms.

When I woke up the next day, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

I have to say, it was a very comfortable sleep.

Qian Yiman climbed up from the bed and sat on the edge of the bed for a while before her mind gradually became clear.

After a moment, she put on her slippers, walked to the window, and opened the curtains.

The room, which was dim just now, suddenly became bright.

At this moment, the rain has stopped, but the sky is still foggy.

A gust of morning breeze blew towards her, bringing a bit of coolness on her skin. Qian Yiman shivered and couldn't help rubbing the goose bumps on her arms.

She walked into the living room, rubbing her arms.

There was no sign of Yan Zhengting in the living room, but there was some movement in the kitchen, probably someone was making breakfast.

Naturally, the sharp-eyed and sharp-eared Yan Zhengting could not be hidden from the noises made by Qian Yiman. As soon as she opened the door, he knew that she was awake.

I had originally been planning to keep the food warm in the pot for her to eat, but now it saves me the trouble and I can just bring it out directly.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Qian Yiman went straight to the dining table.

On the dining table were two bowls of sweet potato porridge, two fried dough sticks, a plate of scrambled eggs, and a small dish of sauerkraut.

Looks simple yet delicious.

Yan Zhengting came out of the kitchen with two pairs of chopsticks, stuffed one pair into her hand, and raised his hand to touch her soft hair, "Eat quickly, and then go home."

"Yeah, okay."

As she spoke, Qian Yiman took a sip of the porridge. The sweet taste spread in her mouth and her stomach felt warm.

There is only one word to describe the praise: wonderful!

She turned her head and looked at the man who was drinking porridge beside her, and asked casually, "Why did you think of cooking sweet potato porridge today?"

Yan Zhengting raised his eyes to look at her and asked, "Didn't you keep saying you wanted to eat the past two days?"

As long as it was something she wanted to eat, he would always try his best to satisfy her.

"It seems so." Qian Yiman thought about it and realized that it was true. The sweet potato porridge in her mouth seemed to become even sweeter at this moment. "Since you are so good to me, I will reward you."

After saying that, Qian Yiman put down her bowl and chopsticks, leaned over and kissed the man on the face.

Her behavior successfully pleased Yan Zhengting, who happily ate another bowl of sweet potato porridge.

After breakfast, Yan Zhengting went to wash the dishes while Qian Yiman went to close the doors and windows of the house.

Ten minutes later, Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman drove off with some nourishing products for their parents.

It only took the couple about twenty minutes to get back to their home in the city.

The benefits of being close to home are now evident.

"mom!"

"father!"

As soon as Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman stepped into the Yan family's gate, two children, Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan, rushed towards them.

They heard the noise upstairs just now, so they ran downstairs immediately.

Yan Qinbei is already a six-year-old boy now. He bumped into Qian Yiman so hard that the small body was pushed back by the force.

Fortunately, Yan Zhengting, who was standing next to her, had been paying attention to her. Upon seeing this situation, he quickly reached out and helped her up. Qian Yiman and Yan Qinbei thus avoided falling to the ground.

Yan Zhengting held his wife's shoulders and frowned as he glanced at the reckless little bastard in front of him.

He endured it in his heart, but finally couldn't help but frown and teach him a lesson: "Yan Qinbei, don't rush around like this next time, do you hear me?"

"I understand, Dad..." Yan Qinbei lowered his head and stood in front of his parents. He also knew that he almost knocked his mother down just now, and said with guilt in his heart: "Mom, I'm sorry."

Qian Yiman felt a little distressed for the pitiful look of the little fellow, and he winked at Yan Zhengting, signaling him not to be so serious.

When his face becomes serious, not only will it scare the children, but even the dogs on the street will avoid him.

Qian Yiman pulled the child in front of her, rubbed the top of his head with her hand, and said softly: "It's okay, Mom knows you didn't mean it. You miss mom and dad, don't you?"

"Yeah, I thought about it." Little Yan Qinbei hugged his mother's thigh and nodded in response.

"I thought about it too." Little Yan Qinnan also followed his brother's example, hugged his mother's other thigh, and echoed.

These two little brats were so attached to their wives that Yan Zhengting, who was standing by, frowned.

Qian Yiman's mood was completely opposite to his. When she heard her two sons say softly that they missed her, her heart as an old mother had already softened into a pool of water.

She took the two children's hands, one in each hand, and walked inside, her tone very gentle, "Mom and Dad miss you too, come on, tell Mom what you have done these days?"

"The day before yesterday morning, my grandparents took me and my sister to the park, where there were many children to play with..."

"And yesterday afternoon, grandpa took us to another old man's house. There was a talking bird in the old man's house. It was so fun..."

The two brothers chatted with each other, and both couldn't wait to tell their mother what had happened in the past few days.

In front was a warm mother-son trio, while Yan Zhengting, the old father, was left alone behind by the mother and son trio and was completely forgotten.

Yan Zhengting was very upset about his wife forgetting about her husband after having a son. He stood there, looking even more gloomy than before...

The strict father got up early in the morning and went to the backyard for morning exercises. After finishing the last set of boxing, he was ready to go into the house.

When he stepped into the house, he found his youngest son standing at the door for a long time without going in, with an expression that was neither good nor bad.

The strict father just heard the couple talking, and now he only saw this one. Could it be that they were having a quarrel?

Glancing at his son's not-so-good face, it really seemed like that.

He was somewhat puzzled, so he walked up to Yan Zhengting, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, "Zhengting, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, nothing." Yan Zhengting replied casually and walked into the living room.

The strict father walked behind him and looked around the living room, but he didn't see Qian Yiman. He thought it was not good, and it was very likely that the young couple had really quarreled.

Thinking of this, the strict father organized his words in his mind and asked tentatively: "Why are you alone?"

"Manman is upstairs with the kids."

Yan Zhengting put the tonic in his hand on the coffee table, sat on the sofa, poured a cup of tea for his father, and then poured himself some.

"You two didn't have any quarrel or any quarrel, did you?" The strict father took the teacup and asked again worriedly.

Yan Zhengting was stunned when he heard this, as if he didn't expect his father to think this way, and then he chuckled, "Dad, what are you thinking, Manman and I are fine."

"Really?" The strict father took a sip of tea, his eyes revealing a bit of distrust.

"Yes, it's true." Yan Zhengting answered without a trace of water.

"Then why did you look so grim just now?"

"..."

It must be said that a strict father would pick out the key points. Yan Zhengting didn't know how to answer for a moment. He couldn't tell his father that it was because his wife ignored him when she saw her two sons, right?

If he told the truth, he was sure that his whole family would know about it within a day, and he would never allow such a thing that would make him be ridiculed by his whole family for the rest of his life to happen to himself.

Yan Zhengting took a sip of tea and pretended to be calm, "Dad, you must have seen it wrong. I'm quite normal."

The strict father sat opposite him with an expression that said, "I'll just watch you pretend."

Yan Zhengting calmly drank his tea and began to change the difficult topic, "Dad, why didn't I see my mom and Jingqiu?"

"Xiaobei and Xiaonan said they wanted to eat braised pork ribs, so Jingqiu went out with your mom to buy some." This youngest son has always been tight-lipped. The strict father no longer dwelled on the previous topic, pushed his reading glasses on his face, and asked casually, "Why did you two suddenly come home? Didn't you say you would come back after school started?"

Seeing that his father's teacup was empty, Yan Zhengting picked up the kettle and refilled it. He slowly said, "Chaosheng has returned to China. He called and asked me to bring Manman and the children to his house for dinner tomorrow."

They all lived in the same compound, and Yan's father had watched He Chaosheng grow up since he was a child, so he was naturally very familiar with him. "I heard his parents mention his return to China before. Chaosheng came home yesterday and brought a lot of things to me and your mother."

"But this kid, I haven't seen him for so many years, he looks more stable than before. I heard that he won't go out this time he comes back?"

"Well, that's what he said."

"It's good that you're back. You should have come back a long time ago. It's so far away in a foreign country. Mr. He and his wife only have this one son. Although they haven't said it out loud over the years, they miss him very much in their hearts..."

After a comparison, the strict father felt very pleased with his family's situation.

Now the youngest son has been transferred back to Kyoto, and the three sons at home are not far away. There are also so many grandchildren around them all the time. It must be a great blessing for the old couple!

The father and son were chatting casually.

At this time, Yan's mother and Yan Jingqiu came back after buying vegetables.

"Zhengting is back?" There were two people sitting in the living room, but Yan's mother only saw her youngest son. The old man was completely ignored by her. "Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were back? Fortunately, I bought some extra meat today. I'll make your favorite stir-fried pork and green pepper for lunch."

"Mom, I can eat anything. I'm not picky."

"Mom is happy to cook for you." When the child came home, the strict mother wanted to prepare a full banquet for him, but she looked around and didn't see her daughter-in-law, so she asked, "Zhengting, didn't Manman come back with you?"

"Yes, I'm upstairs with my two children."

Yan's mother was extremely happy. She liked having a lively family at home the most.

She pointed to the fresh ribs she had just bought and added a dish to the lunch menu. "Okay, let's add another sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch. Manman likes it the most..."

"I won't tell you guys anymore. I'll go get ready first."

After Yan's mother finished speaking, she walked quickly towards the kitchen.

The grandparents and grandchildren had a good relationship. After saying hello to her father, Yan Jingqiu followed her grandmother to the kitchen, ready to help wash and cut vegetables.

The strict father put down the teacup, looked towards the kitchen, and said, "Go and accompany the children. I'm going to help your mother cook, so that she won't nag me for only knowing how to eat and not working..."

Yan Zhengting couldn't help laughing and said jokingly, "Dad, you are much more aware now."

"Hey, kid, you even dare to make fun of your old man..." the strict father scolded with a smile.

At this time, Yan's mother poked her head out from the kitchen and shouted towards the living room:

"Old man, what are you still doing sitting there? Come over here and help!"

"Hey, here it comes..."

When his daughter-in-law called him, the strict father dared not disobey and immediately stood up from the sofa and went to the kitchen.

Yan Zhengting was already used to the way his parents got along with each other. He smiled and shook his head, then stood up and walked up the stairs.