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

Unlike decades later, due to various reasons, there were fewer southern-style foods in the north during this era.

Qian Yiman racked her brains and ran around for months. Finally, after her unremitting efforts, she chose a good location with a large flow of people and opened a Cantonese porridge restaurant.

Simply put, it sells a variety of porridge.

Because the food is delicious and the methods of cooking are novel, the business has been unexpectedly good since opening, with a constant stream of customers every day.

Qian Yiman experienced what it was like to make money like water, and she was full of energy every day. If she didn't have a husband and children at home, she would have wanted to stay in the store 24 hours a day.

It’s a golden age now, so keep making money and doing business!

Yan Zhengting took the paper and pen from her and motioned for her to go and rest nearby. "I'll do the calculation, you go and rest for a while."

It would have been better if she hadn't said it. After she said it, Qian Yiman actually felt her neck a little stiff and her wrists a little sore.

Sure enough, once someone cares about you, you will start to become weak.

After Qian Yiman gave her work position to her husband, she walked to an empty table in the corner and sat down. She also poured herself a cup of hot tea to relieve her fatigue.

To Yan Zhengting, this trivial matter of settling accounts was nothing, and he could do it with ease.

In this not-too-big-or-small space, the only sound besides the guests chatting while drinking porridge was the sound of him quickly flipping through papers.

It was evening, the light started to dim, and orange lights came on in the store.

Qian Yiman put down the teacup in her hand, supported her chin with her arms on the table, and silently admired the beauty of her man.

He pursed his lips, held the pen in one hand and turned the pages with the other, his expression very focused.

Looking from this angle, you can just see the man's high nose bridge, neat jawline, and protruding Adam's apple...

Qian Yiman stared at him quietly. At this moment, Yan Zhengting's face looked extremely indifferent, as if he was a thousand miles away.

Only she knew that although this man looked cold on the outside, after getting along with him, she would find that he was really cold and gave all his warmth to her and her family generously.

At the same time, she also knew that this preference made her increasingly addicted.

Perhaps it was the tacit understanding between husband and wife, Yan Zhengting seemed to know who was staring at him. He turned his head slightly and curled his lips towards her. The icy temperament just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At this moment, Qian Yiman only felt a slight warmth in her heart. The warmth that only she could get made her secretly happy.

Only she has Yan Zhengting like this. This feeling is really good, especially good...

Two employees who were cleaning the tables in the store accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene and almost thought they were dazzled. At the same time, they were thinking that their boss lady looked so gentle, but the lover she found seemed to be very difficult to approach.

At this time, Yan Zhengting had returned to his expressionless state, and his previous majesty was back. They worked even faster.

Soon, the last number fell on the white paper.

Yan Zhengting put down his pen, stood up, came to sit next to Qian Yiman, and put the account book in front of her. "Everything is ready. Do you want to eat some porridge first?"

"I don't want to eat porridge." Somehow, Qian Yiman wanted to act like a spoiled child to him, so she shook her head and said, "I prefer the noodles you cooked~~"

"Okay, go back early later."

Yan Zhengting rubbed her smooth hair. In short, he just had to fulfill his wife's requests.

Because they were in a hurry to get home, the store closed an hour earlier than usual and the couple went home together.