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

It was freezing cold in the early morning of winter.

Yan Zhengting did not sleep for a minute longer because of the cold weather. He closed the bedroom door quietly, went to the bathroom, quickly washed up, put on his coat, and left the yard.

Maybe there was a light snow last night, and a thin layer of white snow accumulated on the ground, and people left footprints on it with every step.

This is the first snow since winter.

It was still early and the weather was cold, so there were few people on the road.

Strands of cold wind kept blowing into people's necks, causing passers-by to shrink their necks and hold their clothes tightly. They all quickened their pace, probably wishing they could step on a pair of Hot Wheels.

Among them, Yan Zhengting was an exception. He looked calm, his steps were steady, his posture was still straight, and he did not show any sign of shrinking.

Compared with the people around me, there is an obvious difference.

The soldier's posture is indeed different!!

The canteen in the family compound was not far from home. With his long legs and big steps, Yan Zhengting reached his destination in just a few minutes.

As soon as I reached the cafeteria door, I ran into Bai Yulan, who was coming out carrying two lunch boxes.

After seeing Yan Zhengting, he immediately stepped forward and greeted him with a smile, "Master Yan, are you here for breakfast?"

"Ah."

"Okay, then you go in quickly, I'll go home first..." After saying that, Bai Yulan left in a hurry again.

Yan Zhengting found a canteen window with fewer people and queued up. He selected breakfast for each of his family members according to their preferences, being attentive and thoughtful.

As the year draws to a close, he has been very busy at work and hasn't made breakfast himself for a long time.

The weather was cold and the water was icy, and he was even more reluctant to let his wife and daughter make breakfast.

Every morning, he is the first person to get up in the family, so every time he passes by the cafeteria, he will buy breakfast before going home.

When he returned home with his lunch box, Yan Jingqiu just came out of her room. She grabbed her hair which was in a mess and saw her father coming in from outside.

So, I casually asked, "Dad, are you going to the cafeteria again?"

"Well, hurry up and wash up, then come over to eat." Yan Zhengting closed the door casually and walked towards the dining table with the lunch box.

"Dad, I can actually make breakfast. I get up early anyway..." Yan Jingqiu knew that her father was busy with work recently and was worried that he was too tired.

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhengting said without even turning his head: "No need. It's cold these days. You might as well get more sleep instead of this."

Yan Jingqiu: "..."

I have to say, what her father said really makes sense.

Moreover, it is her blessing to have such a doting father.

You know, she had heard from several classmates that as soon as they got home from vacation, they had endless housework to do.

Knowing that her father didn't like slow behavior, Yan Jingqiu rushed to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and washed her face as quickly as possible, which only took two or three minutes.

Both the father and daughter are not talkative people. After breakfast, they didn't say much, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was still quiet.

Fortunately, over the years, the father and daughter have become accustomed to this way of getting along with each other, and don't think there's anything wrong with it.

After breakfast, Yan Zhengting went to the bedroom and took a look. Qian Yiman was curled up in the quilt and sleeping soundly.

He walked to the bed and sat down, lowered his head and gently touched her forehead, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly. For him, this was a new day.

Yan Zhengting took his hat and was about to go out to work when he suddenly seemed to remember something.

"Jingqiu."

Yan Jingqiu was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. Hearing this, he raised his head and asked, "Dad, what's wrong?"

"Your Aunt Qian and your brother's breakfast is warm in the pot. Remember to tell them when you get up..."

"Okay, I understand. Don't worry." Yan Jingqiu nodded in response.

In fact, she secretly wondered in her heart, was it her brother or Aunt Qian that her father was worried about?

She thought, based on how well she knew her father, her brother was probably just mentioned in passing?