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

"Jingle Bell……"

"Jingle Bell……"

Around noon, a phone rang in the Yan family's living room.

When the phone rang, Mr. and Mrs. Yan were in the kitchen preparing to cook. Their hands were still wet from washing vegetables.

Mother Yan was holding a handful of scallions, with water droplets still dripping from them, looking very fresh and tender.

She turned to look at her father, her voice tinged with doubt, "Who could be calling at this hour...?"

"Why don't you answer it and you'll find out..." The hot oil in the pan was already emitting wisps of white smoke. As he spoke, the father-in-law busily added ginger and garlic to sauté until fragrant. "Maybe it's Zhengting..."

"I've left the scallions here for you. I'm going out to check..." Mother Yan put down the bunch of scallions in her hand, muttering as she walked outside. "It shouldn't be Zheng Ting. He usually doesn't call at this time..."

Yan's mother picked up the phone and put it to her ear, saying, "Hello, who is this?"

"Mom, it's me."

"..."

Well, the old man really guessed right.

"It's Zhengting..." Since it was her own son, Yan's mother grabbed the phone and sat down on the sofa, clearly intending to continue the conversation. "Why did you suddenly decide to call us now? Is there something you need?"

"Mom, are you and Dad busy this afternoon?"

"...No." Mother Yan's heart skipped a beat. Had something happened? She was very anxious. "Nothing's wrong, what's wrong..."

"Manman and I have some things to do tonight. After school this afternoon, could you and my dad please pick up Xiaobei and Xiaonan for us..."

"Okay, okay."

At this point, the mother breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully it wasn't anything bad.

Moreover, the elderly couple were extremely happy to pick up their grandson from school.

As people get older, isn't the most important thing about having a lively atmosphere at home?

The mother and son chatted for a few minutes, and just as the mother was about to hang up, Yan Zhengting's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mom, I'll pick them up a little later tonight, please don't spoil them too much..."

"Especially Xiao Bei..."

His biological father, absolutely his biological father.

Criticism is one thing, but to specifically name names in the criticism is quite another.

After hanging up the phone, Yan's mother quickly returned to the kitchen and couldn't help but share the news with her husband.

The stern father, who was facing away from the kitchen door, turned around after hearing footsteps behind him. "How is it? Is that Zhengting on the phone?"

"You really guessed right today..." As she spoke, Mother Yan began washing the cabbage with a beaming smile, her face radiating undisguised joy. "Zhengting said he and Manman have something to do this afternoon, so they asked us to help pick up Xiaobei and Xiaonan..."

"What a coincidence! I just bought their favorite dishes this morning, I'll cook them tonight..."

When it comes to picking up their grandson from school, the strict father and mother share exactly the same feelings: happiness, pure joy...

Four words: I'm very happy!

In the afternoon, on campus.

As the school bell rang, the teachers on the blackboard threw down their chalk, and students from each class picked up their schoolbags and rushed out of the classroom.

Yan Qinbei held her younger brother's hand and ran out through the crowd. She looked around but didn't see anyone familiar.

"Xiao Bei, Xiao Nan..."

"Here here..."

Looking in the direction of the sound, the two brothers immediately spotted their grandparents.

"grandparents……"

"grandmother……"

After the two grandsons approached, the strict father and mother gave each of them a skewer of candied hawthorns, their smiles wide and uncontrollable.