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

Thinking of this, a warm feeling welled up in my heart.

"Mom, you don't have to cook for me. I can just eat the same thing as you guys in the evening..."

"Manman, don't force yourself just because you're afraid that I'll be tired. You must eat what you like..." This daughter-in-law came from far away and has always been considerate and sensible. The strict mother doesn't want her to suffer.

Listen, listen, where can we find such a perfect mother-in-law?

Qian Yiman was once again moved by her mother-in-law and replied with a smile: "Mom, really not, I just wanted to eat it today. It's not that I don't like dumplings, I just don't like the ones made by others. Who doesn't like the dumplings you make..."

"You are such a sweet-talker, kid."

Being praised is something to be happy about no matter what age you are. Yan's mother was so delighted that she had a happy face and even more energy in chopping the meat.

"Come on, Mom, give me the knife. I'll take your place for a while. Your hands will get sore after a long time..." Qian Yiman rolled up her sleeves and walked towards Yan's mother, ready to get into a fight.

Seeing this, Yan's mother slightly turned her body to block it and refused, "No, no, I still have the strength to do this."

"Mom, just give it to me." Qian Yiman stood by and said without giving up.

"Yes, grandma, you can let me do it." At this time, Yan Jingqiu also interrupted and said.

In the end, did Yan's mother agree?

The answer, of course, is no.

"Alright, alright, both of you go out and play by yourselves, and come help me when I wrap it later..."

The strict mother's tone was like coaxing a child, she was just short of grabbing a handful of candy and putting it in the two of them's hands and letting them play by themselves.

Not only Qian Yiman and Yan Jingqiu were worried about the hard work of chopping stuffing at Yan's mother's age, but Yan's mother also felt that the two people in front of her with thin arms and legs were unable to take on this "heavy responsibility".

In the end, Yan Jingqiu and Qian Yiman only got the job of helping to make dumplings.

As soon as the dumplings were put into the pot, familiar footsteps were heard in the yard.

The next second, Yan Zhengting appeared in front of Qian Yiman. Looking at the man coming in from the door, Qian Yiman walked forward with a happy face and handed over the cup of hot water in her hand.

When he spoke, his tone was full of heartache, "Are you tired? It's so cold outside and I told you not to come over. Drink some water and warm yourself up..."

"I'm not tired, I just wanted to pick you up." Yan Zhengting gently squeezed her palm and looked at her with a doting look.

Qian Yiman raised her eyes and met the man's gaze. She felt her heart beating like a deer. She was about to drown in his affectionate eyes...

These sweet little words are really hard to keep one's true heart.

Qian Yiman glanced around and looked at the kitchen. After making sure that no one had come out, she stood on tiptoe and gave her man a quick kiss on the lips.

A little shyness spread in her heart, and she changed the subject and said, "Okay, drink it quickly."

Yan Zhengting looked at her deeply with a smile in his eyes for a long time, until her face and ears turned red.

He picked up the glass of water and drank it all in one gulp, even drinking with the heroic spirit of someone drinking at the table.

Finally, Yan Zhengting rubbed his wife's slightly drooping head and slowly said, "The water poured by my Manman is still the best..."

"Keep your voice down, Mom and Jingqiu are in the kitchen..."

Yan's sweet words always came to Qian Yiman unintentionally, making the smile in her eyes even brighter, but the blush on her face and ears also deepened.