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

Saturday was the day that the parents of the Yan and Zhuo families agreed to meet.

Because of his inner nervousness and excitement, Zhuo Yue couldn't sleep until after three in the morning the night before, but he still woke up at six in the morning.

This was a matter concerning his lifelong event, so even though he had slept for less than three hours last night, Zhuo Yue was still full of energy, without any sign of fatigue on his body.

At this time, Zhuo's father and mother have not yet gotten up.

Zhuo Yue walked lightly and went to the bathroom to wash up as quickly as possible. Then he returned to the bedroom, opened the closet and took out a brand new set of clothes, which he had bought at the mall two days before today's meeting.

After putting it on, I stood in front of the mirror and checked it up and down, front and back, for most of the day. Only after I was sure that there was nothing uneven did I feel relieved.

Coming to the living room, Zhuo Yue checked several times the gifts he was going to give to the Yan family today. He looked so nervous that he felt like he was going to go crazy.

She glanced at the alarm clock on the wall and saw that it was still early, so she turned and went to the kitchen, where she skillfully began to wash rice and cook porridge, and also cooked three salted duck eggs.

After doing all this, less than ten minutes had passed and he was sitting in the living room waiting for the porridge to be in the pot.

When Zhuo's father and mother got up, they found that their son was not only up, but also had breakfast ready.

However, he sat on the sofa, glancing at his watch and out the window from time to time, looking a little uneasy.

No one knows a child better than his parents. The Zhuo couple looked at each other and then smiled knowingly.

This silly son seems to be too nervous to sleep.

"Excellent." Zhuo's father and mother walked over with a smile and sat opposite their son, ready to chat with him for a while to ease his nervousness. "What's wrong? Are you nervous?"

"Yeah." Facing his parents, Zhuo Yue did not deny it. He rubbed his hands and nodded, answering, "I am a little nervous. I can't control my nervousness."

Zhuo's mother looked as if she knew it. She glanced at Zhuo's father beside her, then turned to Zhuo Yue, "Did you have trouble sleeping last night?"

"Well, I went to bed early and didn't fall asleep until around three o'clock..." Facing his mother's questioning, Zhuo Yue still did not deny it and admitted it openly.

Unlike most other families, because Zhuo's father and mother are both educators and know how to communicate and get along with their children, there is never any gap between the children in their family and their parents, and they don't hide anything.

Zhuo's mother sat in the empty seat next to Zhuo Yue, patted her son on the shoulder, and said in a gentle tone: "Son, don't be flustered when you go to someone else's house later, and don't be rude in your words and actions..."

"..." His mother's comfort was of little use. Zhuo Yue was still feeling anxious. He spread his hands and said helplessly, "Mom, I want to be calm, but the problem is that I can't control myself..."

Hmm... this question is a bit difficult.

Zhuo's mother was silent for a moment, thought for a while, and then pointed at Zhuo's father who was reading a newspaper on the sofa opposite.

He said with a hint of meaning: "Son, I'm afraid you should ask your father for advice on this. He has experience in this area..."

"Huh?" Zhuo Yue was stunned for a moment, confused by his own mother's words, and asked with doubt: "Mom, how could my dad have experience?"

"Silly boy, you are the only one who wants to marry a wife, doesn't your father need one?" Zhuo's mother recalled the past and said with a smile: "Back then, your grandfather did not agree to my marriage with your father. I don't know how long your father spent on it..."

The gossipy heart was burning, and Zhuo Yue's nervousness was mostly dissipated.

He looked at his father opposite him with curiosity, waiting for him to teach him his successful experience.

Zhuo's mother suppressed her smile and urged, "Old Zhuo, tell me quickly..."

"Ahem..." Upon hearing this, Zhuo's father coughed twice in a pretentious manner, trying to get away with it, "A good man never brags about his past achievements..."

No one knew that his old face hidden behind the newspaper had begun to turn red, the past was too painful to recall.