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

Yan's house, in the kitchen.

Yan Zhengting stood in front of the sink, washing the fruits he bought bit by bit, while Qian Yiman played the role of a companion, just standing by and talking to him.

Qian Yiman's big eyes were rolling around, and she stared at the fruits dripping from the drain basket for a long time.

Then, she stretched out her finger and poked the man's arm. She began to act coquettishly in a soft tone, "Let's discuss something..."

"Well, tell me."

Logically speaking, Yan Zhengting would not be able to resist his wife's coquettish behavior, but past experience told him that he should not agree too early.

"Um..." Qian Yiman leaned over and hugged the man's strong arms, grinning at him and said, "My knife skills have improved a lot recently, why don't you let me cut all of this..."

"..."

Yan Zhengting's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, not agreeing to her at the beginning was the right choice.

If she got hurt, he would be the one who felt bad in the end. Thinking of the past experiences, Yan Zhengting shook his head firmly and said, "No."

There was a tone of voice that could not be refused.

The fewer words, the more serious the expression.

"Okay..." Qian Yiman knew she would not succeed, so she stood beside him with her head down.

Yan Zhengting couldn't bear to hear the grievance in his wife's tone, and he felt heartbroken.

He wiped the water off his hands, turned around, took her into his arms, and began to coax his wife, "I'll cut it later, and you'll be responsible for serving it out. This way, you'll feel involved, right..."

Qian Yiman: "..."

Qian Yiman: "????"

Qian Yiman couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth again and again, and she almost thought she had heard it wrong.

Good fellow, you'd better not comfort me!

Are you treating her like a three-year-old child?

Your son didn't fall for this when he was three years old, let alone her, a "middle-aged young woman".

However, in the end, she still only managed to get the task of serving fruit plates.

Although Yan doted on her normally, he would not give in on some of her principles.

After the couple prepared fruits and various snacks, it was almost time for lunch.

After everyone unanimously decided, the male members of the Yan family would be fully responsible for preparing this lunch.

The positions are allocated as follows:

Yan's father is the chef, Yan Zhengting is his assistant, and Yan Qinbei is his assistant.

The strict father took the lead and walked towards the kitchen with a heroic and high-spirited look.

After Yan Zhengting walked out a few steps, he found that his eldest son had not caught up yet, so he immediately gave instructions.

"Yan Qinbei, hurry up!"

"Yes!"

Perhaps it was a conditioned reflex. Almost at the same time, Yan Qinbei changed his lazy posture, stood up from the chair, and marched towards his father.

When the figures of the father and son disappeared at the kitchen door, Yan's mother retracted her gaze and couldn't help but said to Qian Yiman with a smile, "Xiaobei is a child who really needs his father to treat him..."

Qian Yiman couldn't agree more with this point, "That's right, he has become more and more naughty as he grows up. Ten words I say are not as good as one word from his father..."

Little Yan Qinnan sat beside them, listening to the conversation between his own mother and grandmother, and very rarely joined in their conversation, "The book says that this is called brine-dipping tofu, one thing conquers another."

"Hahaha……"

"Xiao Nan is right, it really is..."

"..."

in the kitchen.

Yan Qinbei was peeling garlic, and seemed a little absent-minded listening to the laughter outside.

"Dad, what are they laughing at? They look so happy..."

"Don't worry about it, just focus on peeling your garlic..."

"Oh……"

After hearing what "Liaoshui" said, "Toufu" silently quickened the speed of peeling garlic.