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

After the noodles came out of the pot, Yan Zhengting scooped out three bowls, one large, one medium and one small.

The big bowl belongs to Yan Zhengting, the medium bowl belongs to Fugui, and the small bowl belongs to Qian Yiman.

The breakfast for two people and a dog was arranged quite reasonably.

It’s just that dogs eat more than someone else…

Yan Zhengting came out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles in each hand, put them on the table, and asked Qian Yiman to eat them while they were hot.

He returned to the kitchen, brought out Fugui's bowl of noodles, poured it into Gouzi's bowl, and then walked to the dining table and sat down.

I hold my wife in my arms while she sleeps at night, make breakfast for her in the morning, and eat with her. Although this kind of life is simple, it is so warm.

The corners of Yan Zhengting's mouth couldn't help but rise as he smiled with satisfaction.

He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of noodles. He thought it tasted good, so he turned his head and asked Qian Yiman beside him, "Manman, is it delicious?"

Don't ask him why he asked this question. The reason is that Yan urgently needs praise from his wife.

"It's delicious. Everything you cook is delicious." Hearing his question, Qian Yiman praised the man without reservation.

She held the bowl with both hands and took a sip of the noodle soup. On this winter morning, she felt warm all over and very comfortable.

She licked the soup on the corner of her mouth, smiled contentedly and said, "My body feels warm after eating it. I want to eat another bowl..."

Yan Zhengting's cooking skills have always been very good. The noodles he cooked are very much to Qian Yiman's taste. She always eats at least a big bowl every time.

Compared to her usual appetite, it was very considerate.

Usually, Yan Zhengting was most worried that Qian Yiman was picky about food and didn't eat well.

When I heard her say she wanted another bowl, I was happier than anything else.

He took out a clean handkerchief and gently wiped the soup from the corners of her mouth, his tone full of doting, "Okay, sit and wait for a while, I'll help you put it on..."

Qian Yiman sat on a chair, her hands resting on the table with her chin in her hands, looking at the man's back as he packed noodles for her in the kitchen. Her heart felt sweeter than eating honey.

Fugui was quietly eating the noodles in his bowl in the corner, but he could still smell the increasingly strong smell of dog food in the air.

It seems like today is another day of being fed with dog food...

After the couple had a delicious breakfast, Yan Zhengting took the initiative to take charge of washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen.

In Yan Zhengting's world, when he was around, how could he let his wife do these chores in the middle of winter...

Although, in the warm spring and hot summer, he usually doesn't let his wife do more work...

After cleaning the kitchen, Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman closed the door and left the yard. Of course they were going on a date on this beautiful weekend!

As soon as they walked to the gate of the courtyard, they met the chubby girl Hao Yuanyuan walking towards them. Although the chubby girl was still a little fat, she was a lot thinner than before.

Hao Yuanyuan, wearing two pigtails, came to them in a hopping manner, "Uncle Yan, Aunt Qian, are you going out?"

The little girl had a very cute chubby face and a sweet mouth. She would greet everyone with a smile when she saw them. She was very popular in the compound, including Qian Yiman.

"Yes." Qian Yiman helped the little fat girl tidy up the fine hair on her forehead and asked her with a smile, "Are you here to play with Xiaobei and Xiaonan?"

The little fat girl nodded and said "um" yes.

"That's unfortunate. Sister Jingqiu took them back to visit their grandparents yesterday. You two can play together next time..."

"Okay..." Hearing this, the little fat girl felt a little disappointed, and the smile on her face slowly disappeared. She said, "Then I'll come back tomorrow..."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

While speaking, Qian Yiman gently pinched the little girl's face, and she liked it very much.

She turned her head and glanced at the man beside her. What a pity...

She probably won't have a daughter in this life.