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

Qian Yiman squatted on the kitchen floor, looking at the large basket of potatoes in front of her, and suddenly felt troubled.

How can we eat so many potatoes?

You can’t eat spicy and sour potato shreds every day, right?

Oh, I got it...

Anyway, since I have nothing to do during the holidays, I can make something fancy to eat, such as potato pancakes.

Before, she had made fried potato pancakes at home a few times on a whim, and the children all loved them very much, and even Yan Zhengting ate several.

Of course, she herself is no exception and has no resistance to fried food.

Qian Yiman has always been a person who will implement her ideas. While she started to pick out the potatoes she liked, she turned around and said, "Jingqiu, we can't finish eating so many potatoes in a short time. Let's make some potato pancakes later. It happens that our family loves to eat them..."

"Okay, I'll help peel it."

Yan Jingqiu had just finished washing the vegetables. She wiped the water off her hands and went to look for a peeler.

The two of them chatted while working, and they were very efficient. In less than half an hour, the potato pancakes were put into the frying pan.

As soon as the potato pancakes were put in, a sizzling sound came from the oil pan.

Qian Yiman held the pot lid in her left hand and the spatula in her right hand, standing half a meter away, fearing that the hot oil would splash on her. She would never forget the sour taste of blisters from being scalded by hot oil twice before.

Seeing her on high alert, Yan Jingqiu was terrified, so she stepped forward and volunteered, "Aunt Qian, why don't you let me do it? I'm good at frying things..."

"No, no, what if you get burned?" Qian Yiman rejected her suggestion without thinking.

"No, don't worry." Yan Jingqiu continued to persuade, because no matter how she looked at the situation, she felt it was unpredictable, so it would be more reassuring to do it herself.

"You kid..." Qian Yiman naturally disagreed and refused again: "Really, there's no need. Go play with your brother and the others. I'll be done soon..."

"..."

You kid?

After hearing these words from Qian Yiman, Yan Jingqiu had a face that was both funny and sad. You know, there is not much age difference between them.

Why did she feel like she was being treated like a little brat and sent to hang out with those two little guys outside?

Qian Yiman used the lid to cover her face as much as possible, then walked forward and quickly turned over each potato pancake in the pot with a spatula.

The side just now had turned brown and looked very appetizing. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva, as she could already imagine the burnt and crispy texture.

After they are fried, she will have to eat three, four, five or six of them first to satisfy her craving.

"Eh? Why are you still standing here?"

Qian Yiman took a half step back, feeling something was not right. She turned around and saw Yan Jingqiu still standing behind her with a worried look on her face.

So, he waved at her and urged her, "It's too fumy here, go out and play. I'll serve it to you guys when it's ready..."

Seeing her confident look, Yan Jingqiu sighed helplessly in her heart.

Do I care about eating? I'm worried about whether you will hurt yourself. I still remember the blisters caused by the oil last time.

However, I couldn't persuade her.

There was no way out, so Yan Jingqiu had to give up and walked out of the kitchen, looking back every few steps, feeling very worried.

Perhaps it was because of the protection of the pot lid this time that Qian Yiman was unharmed. She walked out of the kitchen with a plate of crispy potato cakes in each hand, with a sense of accomplishment on her face.

She put the food on the dining table and couldn't wait to pick up a piece and take a bite. It was amazing!

After eating most of the potato cake, he finally remembered that he had forgotten about the children, so he turned around and shouted to the living room, "The potato cakes are ready, you three siblings, come and try some!"

When hearing that there is something delicious, Yan Qinbei is always the one who runs the fastest among the three siblings.

He picked up a piece at random, sat on the chair and ate it with relish, until he ate piece after piece...

“Mmm…delicious.”

"Mom, even though your cooking is not good, this is really delicious..."

"..."

Qian Yiman's mouth twitched. What does my eldest son mean? What does he mean by "even though the food is not delicious"?

Soon, one plate was empty, and Qian Yiman's achievements today won unanimous praise from the children.

At noon, Yan Zhengting came home from get off work and was immediately dragged by her to eat potato pancakes. Under her expectant gaze, the man ate three pieces in a row, and then nodded to her, who looked like she was begging for praise, and praised her.

After lunch, Qian Yiman sent Yan Zhengting to the bedroom for a nap, while she prepared to go out with the children.

Yan Zhengting sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

He put her on his lap, gently stroked the top of her head, and said in a low and pleasant voice, "Go shopping more, buy whatever you want, no need to save money..."