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

Outside the Yan family’s yard.

Bai Yulan was carrying a bamboo basket covered with a floral cloth on her arm and knocked on the gate of Yan's courtyard.

"Yiman, are you at home?"

The voice was so loud that Qian Yiman, who was rummaging through the kitchen, heard it first.

"Hey! Here it comes..."

She casually closed the cupboard door she had just opened, turned around and left the kitchen, going to the yard to open the door for someone.

When Qian Yiman saw the bamboo basket in Bai Yulan's hand, she couldn't help but be stunned, wondering if Sister Bai had brought her something again so early in the morning?

It’s not surprising that Qian Yiman thought this way. It’s because she has received all kinds of local specialties over the years since she moved here.

Of course, she would often give the other party some good things, focusing on the principle of reciprocity.

Bai Yulan saw the confusion on her face, reached out and lifted the large floral cloth, only to see a hen with its feet tied inside.

She looked around and lowered her voice mysteriously and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to buy a chicken a few days ago?"

"Well, I went to the market this morning and happened to see some villagers selling chickens, so I brought one for you. This old hen looks fat, and it's great for making soup..."

Qian Yiman slapped her forehead. It really was like this. She almost forgot about it last time she mentioned it casually. After all, there was nothing missing in the refrigerator in her space.

However, we must accept other people's kindness.

She showed a big smile on her face and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, sister-in-law, thank you for remembering. I was thinking of asking my mother-in-law to ask somewhere to see if there is any. Now it saves me trouble..."

Qian Yiman closed the gate and invited Bai Yulan into the house. When guests came, they had to be invited in to have a glass of water, eat some melon seeds, or some fruits.

"We have been neighbors for so many years, why are you still being polite to me..."

Bai Yulan has a cheerful personality and always speaks happily. She seems to be full of energy. Qian Yiman especially likes to chat with her when she has time.

"Our Jingqiu is getting older now, so I thought of stewing an old hen for her to nourish her body..."

"I've lived for most of my life, and it's rare to see someone like you and Jingqiu have such a good relationship..."

No matter how many times she saw it, Bai Yulan still found it unbelievable. She had often heard of stepmothers and stepfathers abusing their children, but she had never seen a stepmother and stepdaughter having such a harmonious relationship.

Qian Yiman picked up the water cup and took a sip of water. "People's kindness is rewarded with kindness. Jingqiu in our family is a very good child. She is good to me, so of course I have to be good to her..."

"No wonder your old man loves you like the apple of his eye. People like you are kind and blessed..."

"I will shamelessly accept your compliment..."

"Take it, you deserve it..." Bai Yulan laughed loudly, and then she thought of something. She pointed at the old hen on the ground and said, "I remember you don't know how to kill a chicken. I'll help you kill it later before you leave..."

"Sister-in-law, thank you so much. You know I don't dare..."

Qian Yiman was so grateful that she burst into tears. Usually, the chickens, ducks, fish and meat taken out from the space were all killed and processed. Even if she was given ten thousand courage, she would not dare to pick up the knife herself.

Bai Yulan was worried about the clothes that had not been washed at home, so she sat for a while and helped kill the chicken, then hurried home.

After everyone left, Qian Yiman called Yan Jingqiu immediately and asked her and Zhuo Yue to come home for lunch.

Then he hung up the phone and went straight to the kitchen, where a chaos ensued.

Looking at the casserole on the stove, Qian Yiman wiped the water droplets on her hands contentedly. When she reached into her pocket, she remembered that she had forgotten to return the money she had used to buy the chicken.

She looked annoyed, "I'm really old..."

Qian Yiman walked outside while muttering to herself, thinking that while the chicken soup was still stewing, she should go over and return the money.