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

Because of the child’s injury, Qian Yiman decided not to go to the store for the next few days and to concentrate on taking care of the child at home.

The next morning, it was still dark.

Yan Zhengting was getting dressed in front of the bed. At this time, Qian Yiman also woke up from her sleep, looking a little confused.

She slowly sat up from the bed, her voice still a little hoarse from just waking up, "What time is it?"

Yan Zhengting fastened the last button and glanced at the time on his watch. "It's only five twenty."

He walked over and sat beside Qian Yiman's bed. He rubbed her hair with his big hands and said in an unnaturally gentle voice, "Why did you wake up so early? Did I disturb you?"

"No." Qian Yiman shook her head repeatedly, and leaned her whole body against the man's chest, looking a little lazy. "I thought about getting up early and making some bone soup for Xiaonan. It will be good for him..."

"Leave this matter to me." Yan Zhengting lowered his head and kissed her forehead, preparing to help her lie down, "You continue to sleep, dear..."

"No, no, you still have to go to work."

Qian Yiman did not agree, of course. She rubbed her cheek against the man's chest, like a cat acting coquettishly to its owner, and thoroughly enjoyed this moment of peace and happiness.

“There’s still time…”

Yan Zhengting wanted to continue speaking, but was interrupted by Qian Yiman, "That won't work either. That's too hasty."

"No, don't worry."

For a while, neither the husband nor the wife could come to an agreement.

Qian Yiman looked up at Yan Zhengting's deep eyes, and saw the deep tenderness and doting in his eyes. She raised her arms and wrapped them around the man's neck, "Yan Zhengting, you said you would listen to your wife."

Yan Zhengting: "..."

Qian Yiman: "Are you listening?"

Yan Zhengting: "..."

He did say that, but it didn't seem to be used in that way.

Finally, under Qian Yiman's powerful attack, Yan Zhengting had no choice but to be defeated and decided to be a man who listens to his wife.

After all, being henpecked is an excellent quality in a man.

By the way, he also offered to help his wife get dressed as a gift.

After washing up, Qian Yiman sent Yan Zhengting to the cafeteria to buy breakfast, and she herself slipped into the space.

In the space, the little cutie was lying there and sleeping soundly. Qian Yiman walked over to cover it with a blanket and went to check the ingredients in the refrigerator for today.

As luck would have it, ribs were available today, and they were already chopped into pieces and cleaned.

Qian Yiman exclaimed that she was lucky. In addition to the spareribs, she picked out two or three more ingredients, and then left the space with a grin on her face.

While the ribs were stewing on the stove, she fried four poached eggs, one for each person.

Qian Yiman came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of browned poached eggs. She walked to the dining table and just as she put the plate down, she heard the door open.

She stuck her head out and glanced towards the living room, only to see Yan Zhengting walking towards them with a lunch box.

When he approached, Qian Yiman took it and put it on the table, then pointed to the fried eggs on the plate, "We have fried eggs today..."

"Yeah, you fry the best."

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing..." Qian Yiman was caught off guard and found herself being carried off the ground by a man. She looked nervously in the direction of the living room, "What if Xiaobei sees us..."

"He can't get up so early." Yan Zhengting didn't put her down. Instead, he hugged his wife and sat on the chair. His chin rested lightly on the top of Qian Yiman's head. "Be good, let me hold you for a while..."

The man's voice was low and pleasant, and every word he said entered Qian Yiman's ears accurately. She felt like she had drunk a glass of aged wine and was a little confused about the directions.

All that's left is the ripples in my heart spreading out in circles.