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

"Old Yan!"

"Old Yan, we are here..."

Yan Qinnan was reading a book and petting his dog when he suddenly heard the hearty laughter of several old men at the door.

The next second, their figures appeared at the entrance.

When he returned home earlier, his father deliberately left the door open in order to wait for these old comrades.

Since they often visited each other and were very familiar with each other, Fugui looked up when he heard the voice, then lay down again.

Since we are all old acquaintances, forget it. I don’t want to waste the energy.

Although we are very familiar with each other, we still need to be polite to each other, especially when the people in front of us are elders.

Little Yan Qinnan placed a bookmark in the book, then put down the book in his hand, stood up obediently and greeted everyone one by one.

"Hello Grandpa Li."

"Hello, Grandpa Zhao, hello, Grandpa Wang..."

"Hello……"

"Xiao Nan, don't worry about us old guys, just continue reading..."

The little grandson of the Yan family likes to read books. This is well known among Yan's father's circle of friends, because he often shows off his precious grandson in front of this group of comrades.

In the Yan family, the old men did not feel uncomfortable at all and truly lived up to what it meant to treat this place as their own home.

After saying hello, Yan Qinnan immediately immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge, and at the same time, he also enlightened the dog at his feet.

It’s not that the strict father didn’t hear the noise outside, but he was busy waving the spatula in the kitchen and had no time to be distracted.

However, his old comrades were not shy and walked straight into the kitchen.

"Old Yan, how's the cooking going?"

"It's almost there, the spatula is about to start smoking..."

Old man Li laughed heartily and praised him, "Your technique seems quite interesting..."

"Not bad." Everyone dislikes compliments, and the strict father naturally agrees. As he spoke, the speed of his spatula flipping the pot became a little faster. "However, I'm probably a little better than you..."

"You old fellow, just one compliment and you'll open a dyeing shop..."

"A person with real ability won't be afraid of being praised..."

"Old Yan is right, Old Li, with your two-shovel cooking skills, you should go find Old Yan and learn from him someday..."

"You shouldn't be so ruthless. You ate a lot last time at my house..."

"I don't even want to say anything about you. We just don't have the heart to hit you..."

"You might as well not bear it..."

"..."

There was chattering in his ears, and the strict father found it too noisy.

He took a second to wave at them and started to send them away, "Alright, alright, go out and make some noise. You're disturbing me..."

The noise gradually faded away.

Finally, silence returned to my ears.

Yan's father felt that the air in the kitchen was much fresher.

Qian Yiman washed her face and walked downstairs. On the stairs, she saw several old men sitting in the living room, talking and insulting each other.

This kind of scene was not the first time Qian Yiman had seen it, but she still found it interesting every time.

A group of old men with gray hair, over a hundred years old, are still very cute even when they are old.

After saying hello, Qian Yiman went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea.

When she came out with the tray, several old men were still arguing, their faces red and their necks thick.

"Come on, have some tea..."

"Uncle Li, Uncle Zhao, Uncle Wang... Have a cup of tea to moisten your throats, and continue later..."

Qian Yiman's action directly resolved the war between several stubborn old men. They all picked up their tea cups and drank several cups in a row.

After satisfying her thirst, Qian Yiman was greeted with endless praise.

"Well, this tea is good. Zhengting's wife is really good at handling things..."

"Zhengting is so lucky to marry you..."

"That's right, my wife keeps nagging me about it every now and then..."

"..."