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

The two little guys, each carrying a lunch box, walked on Qian Yiman's left and right, looking very heroic and confident.

Even, he looks a bit like a little bodyguard.

The mother and her two children walked towards home slowly with smiles on their faces...

The setting sun slowly sank in the sky, casting light on the road, leaving a brilliant afterglow behind them...

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"Xiaobei, take your brother to wash hands. Mom is going to cook."

After returning home, Qian Yiman said this to her two children, put the lunch boxes on the table and went into the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with fragrance. Qian Yiman put a rag on her hand and opened the lid of the casserole. The fragrance became even stronger.

The casserole contained angelica, pork tripe and chicken soup, which she had cooked two hours in advance. When she poked it with chopsticks, she saw that the meat was already soft and tender.

If it continues to stew, it will be too much, Qian Yiman thought.

She took the casserole to the stove and put it there. She thought, "Why not give the two kids some soup to fill their stomachs first?" She went to the cupboard and took out two small bowls, scooped half a bowl of soup, and put two pieces of meat in them.

Then, he took it and put it on the dining table outside, and shouted to the two little ones in the living room, "Two little darlings, come and have some soup!"

“Hey~~ I’m coming!!”

The two little guys played as an old mother and as soon as she called, there was an immediate response.

"The soup is ready. Each of you can sit here and drink slowly. Be careful of the heat."

"okay, I get it."

"Thank you, Mom. It's delicious..."

The brothers Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan drank with gusto. Although their mother's cooking was not as delicious as their father and sister's, the level of her stewing soup was still worthy of recognition.

As a mother, what could be more gratifying than knowing that the soup I made is so popular with my sons?

Qian Yiman sat opposite and watched the two children eat. The smile between her eyebrows was gentle and satisfied.

Suddenly, she glanced at the time on her watch, remembered that she still had food to cook, and rushed to the kitchen in a hurry.

He kept muttering, "Oh...it's too late, hurry up..."

As it turned out, it was indeed too late.

Just as she was busy washing vegetables, the door to the living room was opened from the outside.

Yan Zhengting took off his hat and hung it on the wall, and the first thing he did was to go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

After washing his hands, he went straight to the kitchen. Just by smelling the fragrance in the air, he knew Qian Yiman was in there.

The two little guys were drinking soup and eating chicken. When they saw their father coming back, they told him what had just happened with a look of seeking praise.

"Dad, I just helped Mom carry the lunch box."

"Dad, I helped carry it, too."

Yan Zhengting walked over to his two sons, stretched out his big hands to ruffle their hair, and casually praised them, "Well, you did a good job, keep up the good work."

After saying that, without saying anything else, he went straight into the kitchen to find his wife.

Sure enough, the petite figure was washing vegetable leaves in front of the faucet.

He rolled up his shirt sleeves, came to Qian Yiman's side, and said in a gentle voice: "Manman, you go out and rest, I'll do the rest."

"No, everything else is ready, I'll just stir-fry some vegetables."

Familiar conversation, same result.

In the end, Qian Yiman was driven out of the kitchen by her husband, and she took over the task of washing and cooking vegetables herself.

After being married for many years, Yan Zhengting has always insisted that as long as he is around, he will not let her do any more work.