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

Just simply drinking a few cups of tea with his friends in the study and talking about the past, He Chaosheng felt relaxed both physically and mentally.

Moreover, it seems like there is so much to say that I can never finish.

No matter how successful he had been abroad before, reality told him that nothing could compare to the comfort and peace of mind that returning to his beloved homeland brought him.

Here are his parents and his friends.

Thinking of this, He Chaosheng thought of another good friend, "By the way, Zhengting, do you know where Fang Yuan is now?"

"In the next city, where I stayed before."

"So it seems that you two really have a deep bond. When will he come back?" He Chaosheng was a little impatient and wanted to bring every friend over for a get-together.

The three of them were all from a large compound. They grew up together, played together, and studied together. Their relationship was better than anyone else's.

"Lao Fang just called me a few days ago and said that he might come back during the National Day." Yan Zhengting was holding the teacup and looking at the pattern on it. The pattern looked elegant, and he didn't know where this guy got it from.

Thinking of this, he casually asked, "You have a nice teacup, where did you buy it?"

"..."

The topic changed so quickly that He Chaosheng was unable to react at first.

"Oh, you're talking about this." He was stunned for a moment, then turned to talk about the origin of the cup, "My parents brought it here. They said my aunt brought back a lot of them when she went to Jing Town for a visit. There's a new set in the cabinet that hasn't been used. Take it away when you go back later."

"Okay, then I won't be polite to you."

Yan Zhengting accepted it without hesitation. He didn't expect that a set of teacups would be given as a gift when he came to have a meal.

If it was someone else's thing, he would refuse it without thinking, but if it was something from his two good friends, He Chaosheng and Fang Yuan, as long as it was not a particularly valuable item, he would generally accept it without any psychological burden.

And vice versa, they both did the same to him.

"That's right. Why should we be polite to each other? Even if you don't want it today, I will find time to personally deliver it to you some other day." He Chaosheng smiled and took out two cigarettes, handing one to Yan Zhengting, "Have one, this cigarette is not bad."

"No, I've quit." Yan Zhengting pushed the cigarette back and said lightly.

He Chaosheng paused as he was about to light a cigarette, with surprise on his face, "What do you mean you quit smoking? You actually quit smoking secretly without telling me? When did this happen?"

"For a long time, my wife can't stand the smell of cigarettes, and it's not good for the body to smoke too much." As the saying goes, you are soft-hearted when you eat someone's food, and you are short-handed when you receive someone's money. Out of friendship for him giving her a teacup, Yan Zhengting rarely said a few more words today.

He Chaosheng never thought that this was the reason. At this moment, he really wanted to ask, Brother, have you forgotten those years when we secretly smoked together without our parents’ knowledge?

He half sighed, half teased, "Brother, I didn't expect your upbringing is so strict."

Yan Zhengting raised his eyelids and said something ambiguous: "Same here."

He Chaosheng: “…”

How could he have forgotten the fact that his good brother had never lost a fight.

......

in the living room.

Little boy Yan Qinnan grabbed a peculiarly shaped toy from the toy box. He fiddled with it for a long time but couldn't figure out how to play with it.

Forget it, if you don’t understand, just ask.

He frowned, turned around, and asked the seemingly very steady little boy beside him with a distressed look, "Brother Lin Feng, how do you spell this thing..."

Yan Qinbei had sharp ears. He put down his toy plane immediately after hearing his brother's words and came over to listen to the correct explanation. He wanted to play it just now, but he didn't know how to operate it. However, he didn't dare to ask.

Now that my younger brother has asked, I can take this opportunity to secretly find out more.

"Come, I'll teach you. First move this away, and then put this on..." He Linfeng took the toy from Yan Qinnan and explained it to them step by step, being as patient as he had to be.

That tender and delicate little face showed a seriousness and rigor that did not belong to his age. If you didn't know him, you would think he was talking about some scientific experiment.

"Brother Lin Feng, you are so awesome..." As he spoke, Yan Qinnan's bright eyes revealed a bit of admiration.

"It's nothing. You will be able to assemble it a few more times." Although he was praised, He Linfeng did not act arrogantly. He encouraged: "I will disassemble it. You two can try it first. If you still don't understand, ask me again."

"Okay." Yan Qinnan had no objection, and he pulled over Yan Qinbei, who was eager to try, and invited him, "Brother, let's try together."

"Okay, let's try it."

This was exactly what he wanted. Although Yan Qinbei's words sounded calm, he was already very happy in his heart.

Friendships between children are always established very quickly. After this little episode with toys, the distance between Yan Qinbei, Yan Qinnan and He Linfeng was quickly shortened.

Similarly, on the sofa in the corner, Yan Jingqiu was also having an engaged conversation with the daughters of the He family.

The whole living room is a scene of harmony.

Since the child didn't need to be looked after by herself, Qian Yiman saw Zhao Xiaomin cooking alone in the kitchen, so she thought about going over to help her.

She came to the kitchen and said, "Sister-in-law, let me help you."

Zhao Xiaomin naturally refused. Guests are the guests, so it is unreasonable to ask them to help in the kitchen. "No, no, it is unreasonable to ask guests to work. Go sit outside, enjoy the fan and drink some tea. There is too much smoke in here..."

"It's okay, sister-in-law. I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway..."

Qian Yiman insisted again and again, and Zhao Xiaomin refused several times. Finally, seeing that she couldn't persuade her any more, she had to give up.

After a moment, she suddenly seemed to think of something.

She wiped the water droplets on her hands while walking towards the wall. Then she took down another apron hanging on a nail and handed it to Qian Yiman. "Yiman, come, tie this apron on to prevent the clothes from being splashed with oil and difficult to wash."

"Okay, thank you sister-in-law." Qian Yiman reached out to take it and tied it around her waist without saying a word.

Zhao Xiaomin has a gentle temperament and speaks in an easy-going manner. Qian Yiman has a very good impression of her.

The two of them were busy in the kitchen while chatting about family matters.

Zhao Xiaomin, wearing an apron, skillfully stir-fried the braised pork in the pot, and said in a gentle tone: "Yiman, when you have time in the future, you must bring your children over to play often. My children just returned to China and don't have many friends."

Qian Yiman was washing the green leaves with her hands in the basin. She smiled when she heard this. "What a coincidence! My kids are the same. We just came back to Kyoto not long ago. The two little ones in particular kept saying that there were no friends to play with and wanted to run outside all day long..."

"Hahaha, kids are like this." When it comes to boys, Zhao Xiaomin has a lot to say, "Especially boys, they make a fuss all day long and never have a moment to rest. It's very tiring to take care of them when they are young..."

From her own experience, her son is much more naughty than her daughter, and raising a son is much more difficult than raising a daughter. She has deeply experienced this over the years.

Although her son is very well-behaved and sensible compared to others, the boy's energy is really incomparable to that of ordinary girls. Often, when his parents are tired, he is still full of energy.

Unfortunately, Qian Yiman never gave birth to a daughter, so she naturally couldn't compare whether it was easier to raise a daughter or a son.

But there is one thing she is sure of, her daughter is indeed considerate. She doesn't need to look at others, just look at Yan Jingqiu to know.

The topic has been started and there is no way to stop it for a while. Zhao Xiaomin started to think about some gossip.

She thought for a moment and asked, "Yiman, how did you and your teacher Yan know each other?"

Although Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman are both handsome and pretty, the age difference between them is obvious. Zhao Xiaomin is really curious about how they met, fell in love and got married.

There was nothing to hide. Qian Yiman put the cleaned vegetables into another bowl and answered truthfully: "The way we met was very simple. We were introduced by our parents."

This answer surprised Zhao Xiaomin. She thought that the two people had such a huge age difference, and in her imagination, they should at least have a different love story.

Unexpectedly, it had such an ordinary and normal beginning.

Zhao Xiaomin covered the pot and prepared to let the meat simmer for a while, then turned around and continued to talk to Qian Yiman, "I really can't imagine how your teacher Yan, who is so calm and self-sustaining, won your heart?"

In everyone's eyes, Yan Zhengting exudes an aura of indifference and coldness. No matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like a man who would actively pursue a young girl.

"In fact, he didn't do anything special, and neither did I. Anyway, we just got together naturally." The memory instantly returned to the scene of their first meeting. Even now, when she recalled it, Qian Yiman's eyebrows were still full of smiles. "Maybe, this is a kind of fate."

At this point, Zhao Xiaomin also sighed, "I totally agree with what you said. Fate is something that is really hard to explain."

"Sister-in-law, what about you two? How did you meet each other?" Since we want to gossip, let's gossip together.

"We were from the same school, but in different classes. We met by chance during a school activity." Looking back on those days, Zhao Xiaomin still sighs.

She paused for half a second, then continued, "It's just that our paths weren't as smooth as yours. His family background is so good, while mine is ordinary. He had to fight for a long time before his parents agreed to this marriage..."

"Luckily, you guys ended up together."

After listening to Zhao Xiaomin's love story, Qian Yiman was deeply moved. Sometimes, finding a good match is really an eternal problem.

Fortunately, the Yan family does not have this concept. Although the Qian family is a scholarly family, there is still a certain gap compared with the Yan family. It seems that she is really marrying up.

In fact, I wanted to gossip more, but since it was the first time they met, it was not appropriate to ask too much. Qian Yiman and Zhao Xiaomin were also very sensible people, so they stopped the topic at the right time.

At this time, the braised pork in the pot is almost done cooking.

In order to prevent burns, Zhao Xiaomin lifted the lid of the pot with a rag, and a fragrance instantly spread in the kitchen. The thick soup had dried up, so she sprinkled some seasonings into the pot, quickly stir-fried it evenly, and then served it on a plate.

Looking at the plate of rich-colored and fragrant braised pork in front of her, Qian Yiman's eyes lit up. It seemed like she would have a treat at noon.

She couldn't help but praise: "Sister-in-law, you are really good at cooking."

Some dishes don’t even need to be tasted; you can tell they’re delicious just by smelling and looking at them.

Zhao Xiaomin put the braised pork on the stove, smiled, and replied: "I like to cook, and I often think about it by myself. Over time, my cooking skills have improved a lot..."

During the years abroad, He Chaosheng was very busy with work, and she spent most of her time at home taking care of the children and cooking.

She doesn't feel it's hard at all. Her family likes to eat the food she cooks, which makes her feel very happy.

As she spoke, Zhao Xiaomin took a pair of clean bowls and chopsticks from the side, then picked up a few pieces of braised pork from the plate and handed them to Qian Yiman for her to taste.

Qian Yiman didn't hesitate to take it and picked up a piece of meat and took a bite. The meat was soft, sweet and delicious, and the rich aroma burst out in the mouth... It was very memorable.

Another very important point is that this braised pork has almost no fat, which I have to say is very much in line with Qian Yiman's taste.

"Sister-in-law, this is different from other people." After tasting the food, Qian Yiman couldn't help but sigh and said with emotion: "I think I have put a lot of effort in cooking, but the taste of my food is not even one-third of yours..."

"It's not difficult actually. I'll teach you next time." Zhao Xiaomin smiled gently and put the vegetables that Qian Yiman had washed earlier into the pot while speaking.

"Okay, okay, so that my two little ones won't keep complaining that the food mom cooks is not tasty..."

This is absolutely true. In the family, Yan Jingqiu's cooking skills are undoubtedly ranked first, Yan Zhengting's cooking skills are closely followed by second, and Qian Yiman can only be ranked third.

This ranking is maintained because the two children, Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan, are still relatively young.

If the two brothers grew up, Qian Yiman's ranking might have to move back two places, directly to fifth - that is, the last in the family.