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

in the kitchen.

Yan Jingqiu was wearing an apron and squatting in the corner picking potatoes.

Hearing the hurried footsteps behind her, she turned around and chuckled, "Xiaobei, how did you get in?"

"You may fall down if you run so fast..."

As for the embarrassing incident of running away just now, Yan Qinbei of course chose to automatically ignore it and only answered the part he wanted to answer, "Sister, mom asked me to come and see if you need any help."

"No, no, sister is so old now, she still has the ability to cook a meal." After saying that, Yan Jingqiu turned back to continue dancing potatoes, and did not forget to coax her, "Be good, go out and accompany mom."

We have to refuse. If this little guy comes to help, there is a high chance that he will make more trouble than help.

"No, no, let me help you, sister~~" Going out now would be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth. Yan Qinbei was naturally unwilling to do so and made up his mind to stay with Yan Jingqiu.

Yan Jingqiu was so annoyed that she had no choice but to get up and fetch a vegetable basin, added some warm water into it and brought it to him, while also assigning him the important task of washing the white radish.

Yan Qinbei was very motivated after receiving the task. Just as he was about to put his hands into the water, Yan Jingqiu seemed to have thought of something and immediately stopped him, "Hey, wait, wait..."

Little Yan Qinbei raised his head and looked at her in confusion.

Before he could react, Yan Jingqiu had already helped him roll up his sleeves, "Okay, you can get to work, young man."

After saying thank you, Yan Qinbei squatted on the floor and began his radish washing campaign.

......

Dusk gradually fell and the busy day was coming to an end.

The winter wind carries a biting chill, swaying the shadows of the trees on both sides of the road. The bare branches show everyone passing by the bleakness of all things in this season.

Most of the pedestrians on the street held their clothes tightly and walked quickly, probably trying to run home as quickly as possible.

Yan Zhengting was walking in the cold wind on his way home from get off work.

He stood tall and straight, his steps steady, and he seemed so calm and composed, exuding an invisible majesty and aura.

When Yan Zhengting stepped into his yard, he could already smell the faint aroma of food.

He had just taken out the key from his pocket to open the door when it was opened from the inside.

Standing inside the door was little boy Yan Qinnan. He had just been chatting with his mother in the living room. When he heard the familiar footsteps in the yard, he immediately ran over to open the door.

The little guy raised his head, walked forward and grabbed the corner of Yan Zhengting's clothes, and the happiness in his tone could not be concealed, "Dad, you're off work."

"Well, where's mom?"

Yan Zhengting raised the corner of his lips slightly, raised his hand and rubbed his son's head, then closed the door, took the child's hand and walked into the house.

The first thing a man who loves his wife does when he returns home is to look for her.

Little Yan Qinnan was led inside by his father obediently. He was not surprised to hear his father's words. He pointed at the figure on the sofa and said, "Mom is there."

Over the years, the children in the family have long been accustomed to it. Whenever their old father comes home from get off work, the first thing he does is usually to find out where their biological mother is.

After all, in the eyes of their biological father, no one can shake their biological mother's position.