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

After lunch time, the diners in the restaurant left one after another, and the restaurant gradually became quiet.

Qian Yiman wrote the last word, put the account book away and stuffed it into her bag, planning to go home first.

Coincidentally, when Qian Yiman walked to the bus stop, the bus had just arrived, which saved her a lot of time.

At this time, there were not many passengers on the bus, only a few.

After getting on the bus, she looked around and chose a seat by the window in the second to last row.

The view here is good, Qian Yiman looked out the window.

Time flies, and it is autumn again.

There is little green in the late autumn in the north. Everything begins to wither. What you can see along the way are mostly withered yellow leaves hanging on the branches, swaying...

Every leaf blown to the ground by the wind seems to be the echo of time...

A little lonely and bleak.

The autumn wind blew in through the window with a hint of chill. Qian Yiman raised her hand to push her windblown hair behind her ears.

Somehow, Qian Yiman suddenly felt a little sad. She sighed in her heart and thought, maybe this is the unique emotion of this season.

All in all, in short, maybe she was just being pretentious.

There are fewer people on this trip and fewer people getting off along the way, which naturally saves a lot of time.

Soon, the car stopped at the gate of the family compound.

Qian Yiman got out of the car and walked straight to the gate of the staff quarters.

As soon as I walked into the gate, I met a few familiar neighbors.

"Yiman, you're back so early today?"

"Yeah, I had something to do, so I came back early..."

She smiled and greeted everyone, then continued walking home.

She had heard Yan Zhengting coughing in the middle of the night for two consecutive nights. It was probably due to the dry weather in autumn. Qian Yiman wanted to go home early and stew pear soup for him to soothe his throat.

When she went out in the morning, she had already entered the space to check the refrigerator in advance. There were pears in it, and there was also some Sichuan Fritillaria left over from last time.

Putting all the ingredients together is just enough to make a pot of Sichuan Fritillary and Snow Pear Soup.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Qian Yiman felt a chill on her neck, as if the wind was blowing straight into her neck.

She couldn't help but raise her hand to tighten her collar, and then she felt a lot warmer. She walked quickly towards her yard, and then she felt a lot warmer.

She entered the yard, took out her key and opened the door. No one else had returned home at this time.

Qian Yiman closed the door casually, washed her hands and went to the kitchen to prepare stewed pear soup.

Stewing pear soup is easier than cooking. Qian Yiman can do it in no time. Just put the casserole on the stove and wait to drink.

She wiped the water off her hands, left the kitchen, and prepared to go to the yard to collect the clothes.

Before she even walked into the living room, Qian Yiman slapped her forehead with a "pa" sound. Oops, she forgot to put sugar in the pot.

No wonder everyone says that memory gets worse as people get older. She actually forgot such an important thing.

Thinking of this, Qian Yiman turned around and went back to the kitchen, opened the cupboard door, took out a glass jar, picked up a few pieces of rock sugar and threw them into the casserole.

After closing the lid, she confirmed again that there was nothing she had forgotten before leaving the kitchen with peace of mind.

Qian Yiman brought in a pile of clothes from the yard. There were so many clothes that she couldn't see the road under her feet. She closed the door with her foot and went straight back to the bedroom.

Although it was only a few steps in and out of the house, she still felt her arms a little sore, and the clothes in this season were a little heavy.

She threw it onto the bed, then sat down beside the bed and folded them one by one, putting her and Yan Zhengting's clothes into the closet, and the children's clothes into the closets in their own rooms.

After doing all this, Qian Yiman had nothing to do, so she went to Fugui to play.

Fugui was lying in the doghouse in the corner. When he saw her coming, he immediately stood up and walked towards her, wagged his tail twice, and then immediately lay back in the doghouse.

The whole process took only a few seconds, and the hostess Qian Yiman was very perfunctory, and everything was just a formality.

Qian Yiman was amused by it. She squatted in front of the doghouse and patted its head gently, "Fugui, you are too cold to me. I usually provide you with delicious food and drink..."

“Woof…” Fugui wagged his tail as a response to his master.

Qian Yiman felt that it was a little abnormal. It was not like this normally. She had a bold guess in her mind, "Fugui, could it be that you have a favorite dog and are suffering from lovesickness?"

This time, Fugui didn't even woof, perhaps because he thought his owner was too guessing.

Seeing that the dog was indifferent, Qian Yiman went to the drawer to find some snacks. She didn't believe that she couldn't arouse the dog's enthusiasm.

She sat on the sofa, holding a piece of the dog's favorite biscuit in her hand and shook it at it.

"Fugui, do you want to eat?"

Fugui didn't react.

Qian Yiman stuffed the biscuit into her mouth, and then took out a piece of dried meat to tempt it, "This is dried meat, come here quickly..."

This time, the dog finally took a look, but remained indifferent.

Biscuits and jerky are not as good as your own doghouse.

Qian Yiman felt a little frustrated. She couldn't understand why the dog was so determined today.