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

In the evening, the staple food of the Yan family is the locust flower rice steamed by Yan's mother and four dishes and one soup cooked by Yan's father.

They had only eaten it a few times before, so it was very new. Both brothers Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan couldn't help but eat an extra bowl of rice.

Yan Qinbei put down his bowl and chopsticks, took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and at the same time, he was crazily flattering his grandparents.

"Grandma, the food you cook is so delicious..."

"Also, grandpa's cooking is delicious too..."

He is impartial and always gives praise to everyone, making him a master of balancing things among children.

At the end, he didn't forget to pull his younger brother to praise it, "Xiao Nan, don't you think so? It's delicious, right?"

Yan Qinnan said "hmm" and gave an affirmative answer, "It's delicious."

After hearing the satisfactory answer and seeing the smiles on his grandparents' faces, Yan Qinbei turned to look at his mother on his left, "Mom, what do you think?"

"Of course it's delicious. I ate so much..."

In order to prove the truthfulness of her words, Qian Yiman ate a little more to show that she was not lying.

Well, I got a satisfactory answer again.

Yan Qinbei looked at his father standing next to his mother, his bright eyes blinking again and again, his face full of anticipation. "Dad, do you think it tastes good?"

Yan Zhengting: "..."

I, your father, have been eating the food cooked by your grandma for decades. Do I need you to ask me if it tastes good?

"Don't talk while eating, don't talk while sleeping, have you learned nothing from books?"

As he spoke, Yan Zhengting picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it in Qian Yiman's bowl, then started to eat again.

"I did learn it." Yan Qinbei looked at his mother, then at his father, scratched the back of his head and said, "But, don't we have such a rule in our family..."

Questions from the Soul...

In order to hold back her laughter, Qian Yiman had to stuff rice into her mouth with great force, for fear that she would laugh out loud the next second and affect her husband's dignity in front of the child.

The next second, she heard the man next to her calmly say, "It wasn't there before, but it is now."

Qian Yiman: "..."

Yan Qinbei: “…”

Yan Qinnan: “…”

Strict father: “????”

Strict mother: “????”

The strict father and mother almost couldn't hold it in any longer. What the hell? People are not allowed to talk during meals?

Who can hold back this?

The old couple was about to protest when Yan Zhengting spoke again, so they decided to listen first.

Yan Zhengting drank the remaining soup in his wife's bowl, glanced in Haoda'er's direction, and asked lightly, "You have time to chat here. Have you finished your homework?"

"..."

"?????"

The decisive moment!

In an instant, the dinner table fell into silence.

Even a chatterbox like Yan Qinbei remained silent at this moment. How could such a sad topic come out of his father's mouth right after he finished eating delicious food?

Fortunately, this topic came up after the meal. If it had come up before the meal, Yan Qinbei felt that it would definitely affect his appetite and he would only be able to eat one bowl of rice at most.

Thinking of this, Yan Qinbei swallowed his saliva and silently encouraged himself, "Dad, I'm a little full. Talking about studying at the dinner table is not good for digestion..."

No matter what his son said, his father would always pick up the thread, "That's perfect, it saves you from being hungry and thirsty while doing your homework..."

Yan Qinbei: “…”

Yan Qinbei: “????”

Look at what he said, why is it so unpleasant to the ear?

However, it seems impossible to refute it.

Because, he had to admit, sometimes, it seemed like there was a little bit...