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

Qian Yiman wrapped her arms loosely around Yan Zhengting's neck. She was lost in her own world and became more and more excited as she spoke. She looked like she couldn't wait to go home and find a wife for Fugui.

Yan Zhengting looked at the stairs in front of him, did not interrupt, and just listened to her quietly.

When it comes to fur color, Qian Yiman suddenly became worried and asked the man for his opinion, "What color should we choose for it?"

Yan Zhengting: "..."

Without waiting for his answer, the woman behind him took over the conversation, "Black? Or white?"

“Forget it, forget it, how about yellow? Rhubarb looks more low-key and steady…” In Qian Yiman’s mind, rhubarb is a timeless classic and there will be no problem with whichever color she chooses.

Seeing his wife so excited, Yan Zhengting didn't spoil her fun. Instead, he joked with her, "Have you asked for its opinion?"

Qian Yiman: “…” This question stumped her.

"Does Fugui agree to marrying a wife?"

Qian Yiman: “…” This question stumped her again.

Although this seems to be the truth, how can she ask Fugui for his opinion?

What I mean is, she doesn't even know dog talk or anything like that.

However, Qian Yiman soon convinced herself, "Marriage is a big deal, parents' orders and matchmaker's words, so let the two of us make the decision..."

"Okay, I'll do as you say..." Yan Zhengting said with a low laugh.

Qian Yiman moved her face to the side and whispered in his ear, "Why do you listen to me in everything..."

Yan Zhengting turned his head slightly, with a faint smile on his face, and blurted out words to coax his wife, "You are the boss of our family."

The nice words were given to her as if they were free of charge. She was caught off guard and was coaxed into delight by this man again.

On the way up the mountain, Qian Yiman lay on Yan Zhengting's back and chattered. Yan Zhengting carried her on his back and walked up quietly, responding to every word she said.

Spring is a season that is always full of vitality. Wildflowers have quietly blossomed, trees have sprouted new buds, and birds are singing happily on the branches...

A warm breeze blows across my face, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, plants and trees, refreshing my heart.

Facing the fragrance of flowers in the air and enjoying the scenery along the way, the two of them climbed to the top unknowingly.

Of course, Yan Zhengting reached the top of the mountain carrying Qian Yiman on his back.

After Qian Yiman got down from Yan Zhengting's back, he finally began to feel distressed. It must have been tiring for him to carry her heavy load for such a long time.

After all, she felt exhausted just by walking halfway on her own two feet.

So, I belatedly started massaging him, pressing his shoulders and kneading his arms, as diligently as I could.

Yan Zhengting was ordered by her to sit on a large flat rock to enjoy the service. Seeing her regretful expression, he couldn't help but find it a little funny.

He raised his arm and rubbed the top of her head, and said softly, "Come, sit down and rest for a while, I'm not tired..."

Qian Yiman obviously didn't believe his answer. How could he not be tired? People are not machines.

"Really not tired..." Seeing that she didn't believe him, Yan Zhengting took her hand off his shoulder and pulled her to sit next to him.

"My training over the years was not in vain..."