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

With his sweet and soft wife in his arms, Yan Zhengting also took a nap.

If it weren't for his eldest son knocking on the door outside, he could have slept until noon.

After the door was opened, only the father came out. Yan Qinbei couldn't see what was going on inside the room, so he asked, "Dad, isn't mom up yet?"

"Well, speak softly and don't wake up your mother." As he spoke, Yan Zhengting closed the door of the room.

"Well, why does mom like to sleep in so much recently..." Little Yan Qinbei sighed and shook his head to express his emotion. He had already gone downstairs to have breakfast and played around.

Little did he know that his old mother didn't like to sleep in, but was tired out by his old father since early in the morning.

Yan Zhengting didn't tell him much, and just asked casually, "Where's your brother?"

"He hasn't woken up yet. He didn't respond when I called him. He likes to sleep in just like his mom..." Little Yan Qinbei looked like he was helpless with his mother and brother.

Hearing this, Yan Zhengting felt something was wrong. Usually, the two children would get up at the same time, not to mention it was already this time.

As he walked towards the children's room, he asked, "Xiaobei, what time did you go to bed last night?"

"I went to bed at nine o'clock, which is almost the same as usual." Little Yan Qinbei scratched his head, somewhat confused.

Coming to the child's bed, Yan Zhengting reached out and touched his son's forehead. The little guy felt a little hot. As he expected, he had a fever. No wonder he couldn't wake up.

Luckily he came over to take a look.

"Hmm..." Little Yan Qinnan was a little confused due to the fever. He frowned and twisted his body uncomfortably.

Yan Zhengting patted the child gently to comfort him, then stood up and said, "Xiaobei, your brother has a fever. You stay here to help take care of him. Dad will go get some medicine."

"Ah? Oh, okay..." Little Yan Qinbei stood there in shock. He never expected that his younger brother would be sick. You know, the two brothers have only been sick a few times since they were young.

He couldn't even remember the last time the two brothers were sick.

Seeing his brother in pain, he recalled in his mind his father's actions to comfort his brother just now. He sat down beside the bed and stretched out his hand to pat him gently from time to time.

The little guy felt a little guilty. He thought his brother was just sleeping in, but he didn't expect that he was sick, and he didn't even notice it.

Although Qian Yiman has been mixing Lingquan water with her drinking water for many years, her family rarely gets sick. However, people who eat grains and cereals will inevitably have a headache or fever once or twice. In addition, there are children at home, so she always keeps some common medicines and Lingquan water that can cure all diseases at home.

Yan Zhengting knew where all these things were placed.

Not wanting to wake up his wife, Yan Zhengting tiptoed back to their bedroom. He opened a drawer and took out a packet of medicine and a small bottle of healing water.

After thinking for a while, he put the medicine back in his hand. He had seen the miraculous effects of this spiritual spring water too many times, so there was no need to doubt it. It seemed unnecessary to take an extra pack of medicine.

After closing the drawer, he took a clean cup, poured in the spiritual spring water, and added some hot water.

His movements were extremely gentle, and until he adjusted the water temperature to the appropriate level and walked out, Qian Yiman showed no sign of being woken up.

Yan Qinbei was patiently comforting his younger brother when Yan Zhengting walked into the room and saw him.

He came to the bedside, raised his hand, and ruffled his son's hair with a loving look.

The little guy looked up at his father, then pointed at his brother who was mumbling on the bed, his face full of worry, "Dad, my brother seems to be in pain..."

"It's okay, you'll be fine soon after taking the medicine. Go and play with your sister." Yan Zhengting comforted her.

Little Yan Qinbei shook his head firmly and said that he would not go.

Yan Zhengting didn't force it any further. He put the cup of water on the bedside table and patted his youngest son's face.

Calling softly: "Xiaonan, wake up..."

Hearing the familiar voice, little Yan Qinnan opened his eyes drowsily, only to find himself surrounded by a ball of heat, feeling uncomfortable all over.

He tried hard to open his eyes and saw clearly that the person sitting beside the bed was his father.

Then, he felt inexplicably wronged, and his eyes suddenly turned red, "Dad..."

There was a hint of crying in the little guy's voice, and the discomfort of being sick made him vulnerable. After all, he was just a five-year-old child, and his first reaction after being sick was to seek comfort and care from his parents.

The little guy's cheeks were a little red because of the fever, and tears were about to fall from his eyes. He looked very pitiful.

The old father suddenly felt distressed. Yan Zhengting lifted the bed sheet, picked up the child and put him on his lap.

While wiping his tears, she patiently coaxed him, "Be good, don't cry, you will feel better after you drink the medicine..."

At this time, Yan Qinbei also stepped forward and coaxed: "Xiaonan, don't cry."

"Take your medicine obediently. When you get better, I'll take you to dig out bird nests..."

Yan Zhengting: "..."

Yan Qinnan: “…”