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

Teenage girls always love beauty. Yan Jingqiu was very happy when she saw herself in the mirror for the first time.

But the next second she thought that she hadn't learned yet, she lowered her head and twirled her fingers, feeling a little inferior.

Then, he hesitated and said: "It's really beautiful, but I haven't fully remembered how to pierce it. Am I stupid..."

"How big of a deal is this? Why does it have anything to do with stupidity? Don't worry, I promise to teach you a lesson at home these two days."

"But, Aunt Qian, you seem to know everything..." This is Yan Jingqiu's inner thoughts.

In Yan Jingqiu's eyes, Qian Yiman always has many novel things.

She was dazzling just standing there, making herself very envious.

"Jingqiu, everyone's strengths are different. If nothing else, your cooking is a hundred times better than mine, right?"

In order to comfort this unconfident child, Qian Yiman did not hesitate to slander his cooking skills.

Although, her cooking skills are nothing to praise.

"really?"

"More real than pearls, and you are also very good at studying. You have to be more confident. Your father is so good, and you are his daughter. Of course you will also be very good." Qian Yiman feels that he can be a I know my sister.

Yan Jingqiu has always known that her father is excellent, and she felt very proud when she heard this.

Aunt Qian said that she is her father's daughter and will be very good. She also hopes that she is like this...

Seeing that she was much better than before, Qian Yiman wanted to give her another confidence.

After thinking for a moment, he patted her shoulder and said, "I really like to eat your cooking. Let you cook our family's lunch. I wonder if I have this honor?"

"Okay, I'll go right away." Yan Jingqiu smiled. It felt good to be praised and needed.

Seeing her being so easy to coax, Qian Yiman couldn't help but think of his time in an orphanage in his previous life.

When she was a child, she was also extremely insecure and lived every day cautiously, even more so than Yan Jingqiu. It was not until she was admitted to college through her own efforts that everything started to get better...

Perhaps, because of this reason, she had a little more patience and empathy towards Yan Jingqiu.

I had been caught in the rain, so I wanted to hold an umbrella for her.

……

Yan Zhengting came home from get off work and saw two people talking, laughing and watching TV on the sofa. He was in a trance for a moment.

He began to imagine in his mind what it would be like if his little wife gave birth to a daughter for him. Would it be as beautiful, lively, and coquettish as her...

Before he could think about it, he was interrupted by Yan Jingqiu's voice.

"Dad, you're back." Yan Jingqiu found him standing by the door in a daze and shouted.

"Yes." Yan Zhengting came to his senses and walked towards them.

"Then let's start dinner. The lunch dishes are all made by Jingqiu. Jingqiu, the food is served."

Hearing this, Yan Zhengting stopped. He was about to go into the kitchen to cook.

Qian Yiman was not lying. Yan Jingqiu's cooking skills were indeed good.

White radish and pork ribs soup, stir-fried Chinese cabbage, braised hairtail fish, hot and sour shredded potatoes, three dishes and one soup, both meat and vegetables, delicious and delicious.

In order to encourage her, Qian Yiman gave her a special favor and insisted on eating a bowl of rice and eating a lot of vegetables.

Yan Jingqiu would never have guessed that her old father could not even coax and feed her to make her eat so much.

Qian Yiman rubbed his full belly, looked at the man opposite and said, "It's so delicious! Don't you think so, Captain Yan?"

"Well, not bad." Looking at his daughter's expectant eyes, Yan Zhengting nodded in agreement.

With her father's approval, Yan Jingqiu's self-confidence gradually increased.

It's rare for him to take the initiative to speak, "Then I'll do it for you tomorrow."

Before Yan Zhengting could speak, Qian Yiman said first, "Okay, then I'm really lucky. Commander Yan, you don't have to rush back to cook tomorrow."

Yan Zhengting looked at his little wife who was a little strange today and nodded silently.

……

Once back in the bedroom.

Qian Yiman immediately said: "Captain Yan, I didn't intentionally instruct Jingqiu to work. Don't misunderstand me."

"I don't know how, and Jingqiu is no longer a three-year-old child, so there's nothing wrong with doing some work."

Yan Zhengting's three views are still very upright. He never spoils his children and does not think that doing a little work is an act of abuse.

Qian Yiman expressed satisfaction that the man believed in himself so much.

Qian Yiman pulled him to sit by the bed and talked about what happened in the morning.

"Jingqiu has always been unconfident. I just want to encourage her to do something she is good at and let her know that she is also very good. As her family members, we must affirm her more. Over time, she will slow down. Become more confident slowly..."

"Manman, thank you for everything you have done for our father and daughter." Yan Zhengting hugged his little wife, buried his face in her neck, smelled the faint fragrance of her body, and his whole heart was as soft as water.

Originally, this should be his responsibility as a father. Now, the little woman in front of him did everything for him.

"Be good." Qian Yiman reached out and touched the man's hair, as if coaxing a child.

……

this weekend.

Yan Jingqiu is like a little bee, busy in the kitchen every day, and the smile on her face has obviously increased.

Qian Yiman also appreciated the food she cooked. He forced himself to eat more every meal and gave her five-star reviews every time.

In addition to cooking, Qian Yiman also taught Yan Jingqiu several new hairstyles. The two began to have common topics and would tie each other's hair from time to time.

Yan Zhengting also observed the subtle changes in his daughter, and the old father was very pleased.

The atmosphere at home was harmonious and he was very satisfied.

Except for one thing, whenever I see his young wife and daughter wearing the same hairstyle and walking together, they look like two sisters.

He felt a little unclear in his heart.

The old man's heart seemed to have received ten thousand critical blows...