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

Qian Yiman was not going to argue with him. She took the chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and put it next to Haodaer's mouth, "Here, try one."

"Mom, I have to pee urgently. I'm going to the bathroom first and will eat when I come back..." Yan Qinbei's reaction was extremely fast. He made up an excuse and immediately ran away from this place of trouble.

Qian Yiman snorted. Don’t think that as his mother, she doesn’t know what the little bastard is thinking.

Fortunately, she had more than one child. She turned around and smiled gently at Yan Qinnan and Yan Jingqiu, brother and sister, and prepared to invite them to try the food.

"Xiaonan, Jingqiu, you..." Before Qian Yiman could finish her words, she heard the sound of the door outside being opened by the key again.

She glanced in the direction of the living room and said happily, "It seems that your father is back."

After the door closed, familiar footsteps were heard from the living room, and Yan Zhengting soon appeared at the kitchen door.

"I'm back. Let's have dumplings tonight." As soon as she saw her husband, Qian Yiman pointed at the dumplings on the plate and showed them off to him, "I made them myself."

The dumplings in front of him were all in different shapes. Yan Zhengting saw this and a hint of ambiguity flashed across his eyes. Then he returned to normal and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Okay, I'll eat more later."

The old man was very good at coaxing his young wife. With just these simple words, Qian Yiman was overjoyed and felt as if she had eaten honey.

Pink bubbles appeared in the air as if they were there.

Bystander Yan Jingqiu: "..."

Onlooker Yan Qinnan: "..."

The two siblings were unexpectedly fed a meal of dog food and were full before they even finished their meal.

Qian Yiman handed Yan Zhengting a large plate of dumplings and asked him to take it to the dining table. She turned around and saw two children standing there motionless, wondering what they were thinking.

She waved her hand in front of their eyes, "You two have come back to your senses, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, it's nothing..."

"Yes, it's okay..."

Maybe, probably, this is the aftereffect of eating a bowl of dog food...

Qian Yiman didn't ask any more questions. She pointed to the two large plates of dumplings on the stove and said, "Come over and help. Take these out."

"Eh."

"it is good."

Qian Yiman also held a plate in her hand and followed the two children out of the kitchen.

At the dinner table, there was a large plate of dumplings in front of everyone. Except for Qian Yiman who had a small bowl in front of her, everyone else was treated the same.

Yan Qinbei stared at the scattered dumplings on the plate. The dumpling skins were torn and the meat fillings were leaking out. It was as if the dumplings had been ripped open. There were only a few intact ones in the bowl.

He looked left and right and found that the food on everyone's plate looked pretty much the same. His mother was indeed fair and just.

However, when he looked down at the thick dumpling skin again, Yan Qinbei felt his eyes go dark.

Moreover, he noticed that the small bowl in front of his mother looked out of place compared to the large plates of the others.

Yan Qinbei asked, "Mom, why is your bowl so small?"

"Your mother has always had a small appetite, you know that." Qian Yiman replied calmly.

This answer was impeccable. Yan Qinbei stole a glance at his mother's face and said very tactfully: "Mom, it's not impossible for us to eat every meal. It's also good to eat every day these years..."

What I mean is, my dear mother, it is not necessary to make these dumplings!

Although the words were spoken in a roundabout way, everyone could hear the true meaning.

Without waiting for Qian Yiman to react, Yan Zhengting, an expert in protecting his wife, began to take action.

"Yan Qinbei, you're the only one who talks too much. Eat quickly and leave the table when you've finished." His wife worked hard for most of the day, so what right did this brat have to look down on her?

After saying that, Yan Zhengting took the lead and ate tonight's handmade love dumplings with relish.

What Yan Qinbei feared the most was his own father, so he immediately became obedient and ate one dumpling at a time without any complaints.

Brine some tofu, one thing down one thing.

Qian Yiman wanted to laugh, but she held it back.

She picked up a dumpling from the bowl, dipped it in the sauce in the small dish, and put it in her mouth. She found that the taste was not as bad as she had imagined. It was quite acceptable, at least not nauseating.

But, it’s definitely not delicious.

If we were to say who was the most supportive person in the whole audience, it would definitely be Yan Zhengting.

She stole a few glances at the man next to her and thought it was really hard for him, as he was performing so seriously.

Yan Zhengting knew she was looking at him, so he smiled at her gently, then opened his mouth and said something decisive, "It's delicious, I like it very much."

In an instant, stars lit up in Qian Yiman's eyes.