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

Bid farewell to the old year with the sound of firecrackers and welcome the new year with joy.

The Spring Festival has arrived.

The flavor of the year is very strong in this era. This flavor can be felt by everyone. It is a joy that is difficult to describe in words.

It permeates every corner of the streets and alleys across the country, exuding in the cold winter air...

Every household has red Spring Festival couplets and exquisite window grilles, creating a festive and festive atmosphere.

In the morning, before daylight, several loud firecrackers opened the New Year in the courtyard.

On the road outside, there are already many children wearing new clothes for the New Year, chasing, playing and playing at the door, so happy.

Amid the laughter of the children, the sky gradually gets brighter...

In the Yan family's bedroom.

Qian Yiman also opened his eyes and woke up leisurely.

She listened to the bustle outside and realized that it was the Spring Festival again. It turns out that she has been wearing this era for so long.

Just as she was dazed, the door was opened from the outside, and Yan Zhengting walked in from the outside.

Yan Zhengting saw that his little wife had woken up, so he walked over and sat by the bed, looked at her and said gently: "Manman, wake up."

"Well, you don't have to go to work today, why did you get up so early?" Qian Yiman glanced at the man, rubbed his eyes and said.

Yan Zhengting touched her hair and whispered: "I went out for a morning jog early in the morning. Are you hungry?"

"Well, I'm a little hungry."

"Then I'll cook something for you. Do you want to lie down for a while?"

"No, today is the Chinese New Year, I want to get up early." Qian Yiman shook his head and said.

"Okay, I'll get you some clothes." Yan Zhengting took the clothes and came to the bedside, carefully helping his wife up, "Here, I'll help you put them on."

"Captain Yan, you are so kind." Qian Yiman listened to his words and placed a heavy kiss on the man's face.

This good morning kiss makes both the loved one and the person being kissed happy.

"Well, it's only good for you. Raise your hand." The corners of Yan Zhengting's lips were slightly raised, and his tone was full of gentleness.

Qian Yiman raised his hand cooperatively, enjoying the joy of stretching out his clothes.

This was not the first time that Yan Zhengting helped her put on clothes. He helped her put them on piece by piece skillfully.

"Okay, let's go out." After buttoning the last button, Yan Zhengting knelt down and helped his little wife put on her slippers.

Qian Yiman walked out of the bathroom after washing up. He looked around and didn't see Yan Jingqiu. He asked doubtfully: "Captain Yan, where is Jingqiu? Why haven't I seen her yet?"

Yan Zhengting handed her a glass of warm water and said, "Xiaoyun came to play with her earlier and we went out to play together."

Qian Yiman nodded and said: "Captain Yan, what delicious food are you going to give us today?"

"I'll do my best to cook what you like." Yan Zhengting scraped her nose lovingly and went to work in the kitchen.

"Dad, let me help you." After a while, Yan Jingqiu also ran back from outside, greeted Qian Yiman, and went into the kitchen to help.

Yan Zhengting asked her to wash all the vegetables on the floor, while he was mixing noodles and preparing to make dumplings himself.

The father and daughter had been busy all morning and finally prepared all the ingredients for today's New Year's Eve dinner. It was already half past eleven.

Yan Zhengting was deeply afraid that his little wife would be hungry, so for the sake of convenience, he quickly made a pot of dumplings. As soon as it was cooked, he took out a small bowl and prepared to take it out to her.

"Manman, there's no time to cook anything else at this time, so you can eat a few dumplings first."

"Okay, it smells delicious. What's the filling today?" She would definitely like the dumplings made by her own man.

"Your favorite, stuffed with coriander and pork."

"Don't feed her. You must be tired after working for so long. Go and eat quickly." Seeing that he was about to feed her, Qian Yiman quickly brought it over and ate it himself.

Yan Zhengting's heart was warmed by his young wife's concern for him.

……

After eating dumplings, I filled my stomach and rested for a while.

Yan Zhengting asked his daughter to wrap up all the remaining unused dumpling wrappers, while he went to the kitchen to prepare food.

Qian Yiman was sitting on the sofa with a thin blanket covering his legs, holding a book and reading.

When the smell of food came from the kitchen, Qian Yiman was aroused in his stomach. She stood up slowly, holding her belly and walked to the kitchen.

Yan Zhengting turned around when he heard the noise, took a look, raised the corners of his mouth at her, and said softly: "Why did you come in? There is a lot of oil smoke inside."

Qian Yiman's eyebrows were curved and he smiled at him: "What you did was so delicious that I couldn't help but walk in."

Looking at her like a greedy little cat, Yan Zhengting took a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, blew on it before feeding it to her mouth, and asked: "Is it delicious?"

"Well...it's delicious and fragrant. I want more." Qian Yiman chewed, swallowed, and said.

"You feel uncomfortable smelling too much cooking fumes. Come and sit outside to eat." Yan Zhengting took a small bowl, filled some for her, and helped her get it to the dining table for her to sit and eat.

……

By the time the food was ready, it was already past four in the afternoon.

It's freezing outside, and the family is preparing to have an early New Year's Eve dinner.

The dining table is full, with ten dishes, each of which is delicious and delicious.

There are mushroom chicken soup, sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour fish, braised prawns, fried bacon with green peppers, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, pickled tofu, stir-fried Chinese cabbage, dumplings, and sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice balls.

"Manman, please drink a bowl of chicken soup to warm yourself up first." Yan Zhengting scooped up a bowl of chicken soup and put it in front of his young wife, and then started peeling shrimps for her.

Yan Jingqiu, who was on the side, was very happy when she saw her father placing her favorite tomatoes and scrambled eggs in front of her. She picked up the chopsticks and ate with relish.

The snow outside the window is still falling, and the family in the house is talking and laughing around the dining table, eating the New Year's Eve dinner, which is very warm.

The whole family was satisfied with such a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner and had bulging bellies.

After eating and drinking, Qian Yiman put down his chopsticks, took out two ten-yuan red envelopes from his coat pocket and handed them to Yan Jingqiu.

She said with a smile on her face: "Jingqiu, this is the New Year's money given to you by your father and I. I wish you make progress in your studies and be happy every day in the new year!"

"Thank you Aunt Qian, thank you Dad, and I wish you good health in the new year! Good luck with your work!"

Yan Jingqiu took the red envelope very happily and blurted out the festive words.