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

After returning to the house, Yan's mother picked and chose, and finally took a washbasin for washing vegetables.

I don't mean anything else, it's just because the pot is big enough to hold it.

Although Yan's mother is old, she walks very fast and most young people may not be able to keep up with her.

She didn't notice the footsteps outside the door. When she reached the door, she bumped into her strict father who had just returned home.

"ah……"

"Ouch……"

The old couple was bumped into by each other and took two steps back crying "ouch ouch ouch". Fortunately, the impact was not strong, otherwise they would have been lying on the ground.

Mother Yan looked at Father Yan who was two steps away and could not help but frowned, "Old man, look at you, you didn't even say a word when you came back..."

"..."

"No, my footsteps are so loud, do I need to say it specifically?" The strict father explained casually, saying that he was also innocent.

When he caught a glimpse of the large washbasin in Yan's mother's hand, he asked in confusion, "What are you doing in such a hurry with the basin in your hand?"

Which pot is not open to mention which pot!

After mentioning this topic, Yan's mother's expression became even more gloomy. She snorted with a forced smile, "What's the point of talking to you? You're just a rough guy who knows nothing..."

“…” The strict father looked innocent.

Mother Yan held the basin and muttered to herself as she turned and walked towards the backyard, "Your son is much better than you..."

Strict father: “…”

Strict father: “????”

What's going on?

He was just sending his grandson to school, so why was his wife so angry?

The nose is not a nose, and the eyes are not eyes.

The strict father stood there thinking and thinking, but he couldn't find anything that had offended her.

The old man was completely confused. He was not one to dither. Since he couldn't figure it out, he simply chased after them and asked for clarification.

"Hey, wait a minute, what do you mean by that..."

"Means nothing……"

"..."

The strict father was choked and speechless.

At first he didn't understand the reason until he chased to the backyard and heard the conversation between the mother and son.

Mother Yan stood under the tree and handed a basin with a pattern of blooming flowers to Yan Zhengting. "Zhengting, give me the flowers you gave to Manman. I'll put them aside for you so they don't get damaged and look bad..."

"Ah."

Helping his mother pick locust flowers would take time to complete, and it was indeed inconvenient to hold them in his hands, so Yan Zhengting handed it over without thinking.

Yan's mother took the locust flowers from his hand and carefully placed them in the basket on the ground, fearing that they would be damaged.

It turns out that this is the reason.

Seeing this scene, there is nothing that the strict father does not understand.

Picking flowers is not difficult, but giving flowers in front of the children is difficult. The strict father was caught in a dilemma for a moment.

"The sun is so bright..." Mother Yan looked up at the sky, stretched out her hand to block out the glaring sunlight, and said to Yan Zhengting in the tree, "Mom will go back to the house and get you a straw hat..."

"Mom, no need."

"It's okay, I'll be right out..."

After Yan's mother left, only Yan's father and his son Yan Zhengting were left, one on the tree and the other under the tree.

Taking advantage of this gap, the strict father felt that he had to do something, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to return home at night.

"Zhengting, are you hot?"

"good……"

"Well, how about..."

The father's hesitation caught Yan Zhengting's attention. He shifted his gaze to the tree and asked directly, "Dad, is there something wrong with you? Just tell me..."

"Cough cough..."

The strict father cleared his throat uncomfortably and finally revealed his true purpose.

"Well, why don't you help Dad pick two flowers..."

"Dad, do you want it?"

"What do you mean I want it? I saw your mother wanted it, so I..."

"You picked it up..."

Yan Zhengting suddenly had an idea and curled up the corners of his mouth. He picked it up and threw it accurately into his old father's arms.

"Um, Zhengting, Dad wants to discuss something with you..."

"Well, you said."

"Please give this flower to your mother for me..."

"This won't work."

"Why, why not?"

"Dad, whoever gets the wife is responsible..."