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

The sun sets...

A busy day's work is finally over.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhengting leaned back on the chair in his office, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, his face revealing a little fatigue.

There are so many things to do at work during this period of time. He is busy like a top. Even a strong man like him can't help but feel a little tired.

After about two minutes, Yan Zhengting stood up, took his coat and walked out. The fatigue on his face had disappeared, as if the person in the office just now was not himself.

He looked straight ahead, took big steps, and walked straight towards his home.

In order to carry out the orders given by his wife, Hao Ziqiang went to the cafeteria after get off work and ordered two dishes.

He came out of the cafeteria, with the lunch box dangling from his net bag, smoking a cigarette in his hand. He looked very casual and comfortable.

After walking about two or three hundred meters forward and turning an intersection, a familiar figure appeared outside the secret room.

Hao Ziqiang threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, quickened his pace and ran forward a few steps, shouting loudly: "Commander Yan!"

"Master Yan..."

Hearing a familiar voice behind him, Yan Zhengting stopped and turned around.

He glanced at the person who came and said without any expression on his face: "Captain Hao? What's the matter?"

In fact, what he meant was, if you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you don’t, leave quickly and don’t delay me from going home to pick up my wife and children.

"Ah, it's okay." Hao Ziqiang waved his hands and said with a smile: "Commander Yan, I just wanted to say that we met by chance, and I wanted to invite you to my home for a drink and a simple meal..."

"Thank you, but that's not necessary. I have something else to do and I'll leave first."

After saying this, Yan Zhengting waved his sleeves and went home without taking a single cloud with him.

......

After the conversation, Qian Yiman pulled Yan Jingqiu up from the chair and said, "Okay, let's go. Your grandma is still downstairs alone. Let's go and talk to her for a while..."

"it is good."

It was a rare opportunity for her to come back, so Yan Jingqiu naturally wanted to get closer to her grandmother. After all, she was raised by her grandparents.

The two came to the first floor. There was no one in the living room at this time. Only bursts of "da da da" sounds were heard coming from the kitchen.

Even if you use your toes to guess, you can tell that the person inside must be your mother-in-law.

While speaking, Qian Yiman pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "Your grandma knows that your dad will be back in the evening, so she must be busy in the kitchen right now. Come on, let's go and see if there is anything we can help with..."

In the kitchen, Yan's mother was wearing an apron and holding a large iron kitchen knife in her hand, chopping meat with a "clack clack" sound.

Next to the chopping board, there was a plate of chopped side dishes, which looked like cabbage.

Seeing this familiar scene, Qian Yiman understood and asked, "Mom, are we going to make dumplings tonight?"

"Yes, Zhengting hasn't been home for a long time. I plan to make some dumplings for him." While speaking, Yan's mother did not stop chopping the meat.

The next second, she added, "Manman, I'll cook some rice and two dishes for you later."

Qian Yiman has been married to the Yan family for so many years, and Yan's mother knows Qian Yiman's eating habits very well.

He always took her feelings into consideration, never asked her to cater to the eating habits of his family, and gave her enough respect.

Just on this point, Qian Yiman firmly believes that there are really few mothers-in-law in the country who can do so well.