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

Chapter 196 Going Home

After staying for three days, Qian Yiman and Yan Zhengting took their son home.

"Ah! It feels so good to be home!" Qian Yiman followed Yan Zhengting back to the family compound. The moment he walked in, he felt completely relaxed.

Yan Zhengting put down his luggage, held his son and walked towards the little woman sitting on the sofa. He asked with a smile: "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"Well... why don't we go to the cafeteria instead of doing it yourself? You're tired after sitting on the train for so long." It's lunch time now, so there's no need to put your man through this.

And the stove hasn't started a fire yet, so it would be quicker to go to the cafeteria and buy some.

Yan Zhengting handed the son in his arms to her, "Okay, you hold him first, and I'll go to the cafeteria to get food."

After saying that, he picked up his lunch box and went out.

Qian Yiman suddenly felt a little thirsty. She put her son in the stroller and let him stay in it. "Son, please sit here for a while while mom goes to light a stove and boil some hot water."

Then he handed him a toy and went to the kitchen.

In this era, making fire is a basic skill in life. Qian Yiman experienced countless failures and finally set the stove on fire.

"Huh..." She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mom, mom, mom..."

As soon as she filled the kettle with water, the child Yan Qinbei outside started calling her mother non-stop.

Because he thought about his children, Qian Yiman put the kettle on the stove to burn and walked out of the kitchen.

"Master Yan, what are you asking me to do with such enthusiasm?" She came over and squatted in front of the cart, playing with the little guy.

"Mom, mom..." The little guy didn't care what the old mother meant, he just clapped his little hands and called his mother very happily.

"Our Mr. Yan is so happy today, is it because he went home..." Qian Yiman made a face at his son, making him giggle.

She was also very happy to return to her little home.

She played with the little guy for a while, and Yan Zhengting came back with a lunch box.

"Dad is back. Let dad play with you for a while. Mom will make milk powder for you..." The boiling water should be almost boiling. Qian Yiman went to find a milk bottle in his luggage bag and prepared to make milk powder.

There is cold boiled water prepared in advance in the bottle. It is just right to mix some boiled water into it to make milk powder.

Two or three minutes later, Yan Qinbei, a child, sat in his old father's arms, holding a bottle and drinking it with relish.

The little guy is in a better mood after eating and drinking. Give him a toy and let him sit in the stroller without crying or fussing. It is very lovable.

Qian Yiman and Yan Zhengting were sitting at the dining table eating. They didn't eat well on the train. Now they both ate very deliciously.

"It's been a long time since I had the sweet and sour pork ribs in the cafeteria. It's so delicious. You can have a piece too..." Qian Yiman ate two pieces of pork ribs with satisfaction, and then took another piece to feed his man.

Yan Zhengting looked at the ribs handed over by the little woman, opened his mouth to take it, spit out the bones after eating the meat, and said with a smile: "Yeah, it's delicious."

"Then another piece..." Qian Yiman took another piece and handed it over, then turned on the feeding mode and couldn't stop at all.

She found that it felt really good to feed the other person food occasionally. No wonder Yan Zhengting liked to feed her so much.

Next, the couple who mixed the honey with oil, you fed me a mouthful of vegetables, and I fed you a mouthful of rice. They looked at each other and smiled from time to time. They ate so satisfyingly.

After eating, Yan Zhengting went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Qian Yiman pulled his son's stroller to the sofa, then leaned on the sofa to relax.

Because his mother was right next to him, Yan Qinbei's child was playing alone and would not make any fuss about being hugged.

When his man came out after washing the dishes, Qian Yiman opened his arms to him and said with a smile on his face: "Captain Yan, give me a hug~~"

The little woman in front of him had a soft and waxy voice, and she was coquettishly wanting to hug him. Yan Zhengting was slightly stunned.

However, he quickly reacted.

When he came to Qian Yiman, he bent down and easily picked her up into his arms, supporting her hips as if holding a child.

Qian Yiman wrapped his legs around the man's waist and lay in the crook of his neck, his whole body full of attachment.

"What's wrong? Huh?" Seeing her lying there without saying a word, Yan Zhengting asked warmly.

Qian Yiman lay there without moving, and said with a satisfied look on his face: "I just want you to hold me... I like it so much."

Yan Zhengting chuckled, then sat down on the sofa with the little woman in his arms, and rubbed her black hair.

The two hugged each other, even if they didn't speak, they were very sweet.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..." Yan Qinbei, a child, saw his father hugging his mother while he was sitting alone in the stroller, and he began to protest loudly.

It seems to be saying, why are you still holding me when you are so young, but I have to sit in a stroller and play with myself at such a young age?

However, his call only received a quick glance from his old father, and nothing else.

The little guy didn't give up and continued to show off his presence in front of his parents.