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

Even though he fought for 300 rounds last night, Yan Zhengting still woke up at five o'clock due to his biological clock over the years.

I had a full meal last night, so I felt particularly refreshed and radiant early in the morning.

Yan Zhengting buttoned the last button on his shirt, tiptoed to the bed and sat down. He lowered his eyes and looked at the person who was sleeping on the bed. The tenderness deep in his eyes almost melted into water.

The man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and couldn't help but lower his head to kiss Qian Yiman's smooth forehead. He didn't care that she was sleeping, and whispered some sweet words in her ear.

Afterwards, he covered her with the quilt and walked out of the bedroom, looking back every few steps.

Yan Zhengting closed the door and smelled the aroma of food as soon as he walked into the living room. He glanced in the direction of the kitchen and knew who was inside without having to guess.

Instead of going to the bathroom first, he went to the kitchen.

Sure enough, the old couple were busy in front of the stove. There were several fried eggs on the plate beside them. They were golden and crispy, and it was obvious that they were prepared according to his wife's preferences.

"Dad, mom."

Hearing the voice behind her, Yan's mother turned around and said, "Zhengting is up..."

Yan Zhengting hummed, feeling sorry for the old couple getting up so early, "Mom, didn't I tell you and Dad last night that you don't have to get up so early to make breakfast? I can just go to the cafeteria and buy some..."

"How can it be the same as what we make..." Yan's mother flipped the poached eggs in the pot and responded casually: "It must be better than what we make outside..."

The old couple knew that their son was worried about them getting tired. The strict father comforted him while busy with his work, "Your mother and I are old and don't get enough sleep. It's uncomfortable to just lie in bed. It's better to get up and do something to move around..."

"Your father is right. I mean the same thing. Don't worry about it." She scooped up the fried eggs and put them on a plate. She put two more eggs in the pot and started to drive them away. "Go brush your teeth and wash your face. Come over to eat when you're ready..."

Just like that, Yan Zhengting was driven out of the kitchen by the old couple.

When he finished washing up and came to the dining table, he found a plate of fried eggs on the table. They were golden in color and looked very appetizing.

At this time, Yan's mother came out of the kitchen with a tray containing three bowls of sweet potato porridge. "Don't stand there. Sit down and eat. It will get cold soon..."

While handing the porridge to Yan Zhengting, Yan's mother said, "Let's have sweet potato porridge today. Manman said she wanted to eat it last night, so I cooked it..."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mom."

"You kid, why is this so hard? Your parents are not just anyone else..."

"Come on, come on, make way..."

As Yan's mother was speaking, Yan's father came out of the kitchen holding two plates in his hands.

He put the plate on the table, pointed at the shredded radish and meat pie on the plate and said, "I haven't made pancakes for a long time. Try it and see how it tastes..."

Hearing this, Yan's mother picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it in her mouth. After tasting it, she gave her affirmation, "Well, not bad, it still tastes the same as before..."

It was not enough to get praise from one person. The strict father rubbed his hands together and turned to look at his son. "Zhengting, what do you think? Are you used to the food?"

The words "Praise me now" were clearly written on that face.

Finally, seeing Yan Zhengting nod, Yan's father felt that his cooking skills were recognized, and he sat down contentedly and started eating.

Halfway through the meal, the strict father suddenly remembered something and looked up and asked, "I seemed to hear some noise when I was sleeping last night. Did you hear it?"

"No……"

Yan's mother slept soundly last night and heard no sound.

As soon as his father asked, Yan Zhengting knew what the sound was last night, but his mentality was extremely calm.

He took a bite of a poached egg, then began to talk nonsense without blushing or beating his heart: "It rained last night, I guess it was the sound of raindrops hitting the window..."

"Yes, that's right, it's that sound..."

Just like that, on this warm and harmonious morning, the son successfully fooled his father.