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

When you are sick, your emotions are always more fragile.

However, after being coaxed by his father and brother, little Yan Qinnan leaned in his father's arms and gradually stopped crying.

Lingquan water is colorless and tasteless. If it really has any taste, it is probably sweeter than ordinary tap water.

Therefore, Yan Zhengting successfully got his youngest son to drink up a glass of water without much effort.

Before the old father could speak, the younger brother Yan Qinbei interrupted and said, "Our Xiaonan is really amazing!"

Caught off guard by the praise, little Yan Qinnan smiled shyly and leaned in his father's arms without saying a word.

The child was sweating, so Yan Zhengting went to the bathroom and wrung out a towel to wipe him dry, then changed him into clean clothes.

He considered that his son would be hungry soon after not eating for such a long time. After finishing all these, he prepared to cook some porridge downstairs and bring it up.

At this time, Yan Qinnan finally realized something was wrong, raised his little face and asked, "Dad, where's Mom?"

"Mom didn't sleep well last night and is resting. Let's not disturb her." Taking care of children is a piece of cake for Yan Zhengting. He can handle it alone. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I'm hungry." The little guy pursed his lips and nodded. He was very sensible and didn't insist on going to find his mother.

"Then you lie down on the bed for a while. Dad will go cook something for you." Yan Zhengting touched the top of the little guy's head and was about to put him on the bed. He also reminded his eldest son, "Xiaobei, you stay here with your brother."

After receiving this important task, Yan Qinbei was about to agree to it with a pat on his chest, but unexpectedly, Yan Qinnan was the first to refuse.

"dad......"

I saw him pulling at his father's clothes and refusing with his whole body. His expression was like a puppy who was afraid of being abandoned, and his eyes were so pitiful that it was impossible to ignore him.

Seeing this, Yan Zhengting was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. What could he do with his own son?

I can only pamper her.

So he had to go downstairs with the little one in his arms.

Although Yan Zhengting, the old father, usually acts very dignified in front of his children, he still cares and loves his children very much.

When he got downstairs, he put the younger one in his arms on the sofa in the living room, and let the older one stay with him.

After arranging things for his two sons, Yan Zhengting walked towards the kitchen. As soon as he took a step, he felt something was wrong.

He turned his head to look at his eldest son and asked, "Xiaobei, where are your grandma and the others?"

Normally, there shouldn't be anyone at home at this time.

Little Yan Qinbei shook his head and answered honestly, "I don't know either. Grandpa and grandma just said they were taking my sister out to do something, and asked me to go upstairs to find you and mom, and they didn't take me with them..."

Speaking of this, Yan Qinbei still sounded a little disappointed.

Grandpa and grandma looked mysterious and didn't take him out with them. You know, they usually took him with them when they went out to play.

Hearing him say this, Yan Zhengting raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.

He secretly wondered in his heart, would his parents have secretly taken Jingqiu to a blind date without telling him?

After all, his mother had always been keen on blind dates, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Yan Zhengting thought about this in his mind and went to the kitchen.

He opened the lid of the pot and saw that there was still half a pot of millet and red date porridge inside. The porridge in the pot was still warm, and a hint of tempting sweet fragrance wafted out.

This is perfect, and it saves me from spending time cooking.

Considering that his son was ill, it would be more appropriate for him to eat something warm. Yan Zhengting heated up the porridge in the pot again, then filled a small bowl and brought it to the living room.

"Come, have some red date millet porridge, your grandma cooked it..."

Yan Zhengting held the bowl and sat next to his youngest son, feeding the little guy spoonful by spoonful, and occasionally using a handkerchief to wipe off the soup stains for him.

He looks like a caring and loving old father.

At this time, Yan Qinbei, who was sitting opposite, suddenly asked, "Dad, why don't you ask me if I have eaten?"

Is this even necessary to ask?

Yan Zhengting's mouth twitched, and he glanced at his jealous eldest son and asked, "You got up so early in the morning, will your grandparents and your sister starve you?"

The expression on his face clearly said, My silly son, isn't your question a little redundant?

Yan Qinbei: “…”

He thought that what his father said seemed to make some sense.

However, he was still a little jealous because his father hadn't fed him for a long time.

Yan Qinbei followed his father and brother with his eyes, and said in an uncomfortable tone: "But...but that's different..."

"Okay, I'll feed you later."

It must be said that Comrade Yan Zhengting has not lived in vain over the past few decades. He immediately saw through Haodaer's true thoughts.

After his little trick was exposed, Yan Qinbei started to feel embarrassed?

His ears turned red and he stammered, "That's not what I meant..."

"Brother, you are lying..." Little Yan Qinnan said bluntly. They are indeed members of the Yan family, and each of them is a shrewd person.

"..."

I didn't expect that my little thoughts were not only seen through by my father, but also by my younger brother.

Little Yan Qinbei suddenly became shy and no longer his usual talkative personality.

Yan Zhengting was adept at dealing with the jealousy among his children.

After feeding his youngest son, he went to the kitchen to get some porridge for his jealous eldest son.

The main focus is to be impartial and fair.

But I was afraid that he would eat too much, so I only fed him half a bowl.

The child had a very innocent mind. Just because his father fulfilled his little wish, he smiled from ear to ear and was happy for most of the day.