Crossing 1992: Contracting a barren mountain and becoming a huge demolition household

Wei Qianan carried the boxes with ease and strode into the store effortlessly.

Ye Wenguo looked at his back and couldn't help but say, "You are so busy yourself, and you still have the time to care about my business."

Although he said he looked disgusted, he was actually very happy in his heart. His two children were not unfilial, but their workplaces were in Dongcheng District. Even if there was no traffic jam, it would take nearly an hour and a half to come here, so they usually only came back on weekends. The only one who usually accompanied the old couple was Wei Qian.

Wei Qi'an responded as he walked, "Uncle Ye, I'm young and won't get tired. You really need to take it easy."

After Wei Qi'an put the box down inside, he shook his hands in relief. "This is such a big box, even a young and strong man like me would have a hard time carrying it. With your body, why are you trying to be so strong?"

He said this bluntly, almost telling Ye Wenguo not to overestimate his abilities.

Ye Wenguo didn't get angry at all after hearing this. He still knew what was good and what was bad.

Some time ago, he accidentally sprained his waist while moving things, and the plaster he put on his body at that time was found by Wei Qian'an.

It turns out that the plaster was really effective. After using it, he even felt that his waist was better than before and he no longer felt any pain.

That's why he got carried away for a moment and forgot his age. He thought it was just a matter of moving a few boxes of fruit, so there shouldn't be any big problem, right?

As a result, he was accidentally bumped into by Wei Qian again.

This is really...

Ye Wenguo felt neither justified nor confident when facing Wei Qian'an's cold face.

Wei Qianan took off his coat and handed it to Ye Wenguo. Without saying a word, he continued to move the remaining boxes with a cold face.

At this moment, my aunt Wang Ling, the shoe shiner, walked in. She saw Wei Qi'an helping at a glance and was about to praise him when she heard Ye Wenguo muttering in a low voice: "This brat is more nosy than you now."

Wang Ling was amused by his righteous tone. She bumped Ye Wenguo's shoulder and said, "If I really don't care about you, you should just behave yourself. You're still competing with the younger generation. How can you act like an elder?"

Then he turned to look at Wei Qi'an, "But Xiao Wei, you should also take care of your health and don't just worry about your Uncle Ye."

With Wei Qian'an's lifestyle, his health is not that good either. He is just young now, and he will be better off when he gets older.

When Wei Qian'an first came to her house for dinner, the young man was still shy and never told her what he liked to eat or what he couldn't eat. Every time she cooked something, Wei Qian'an would eat it obediently.

Her family loves spicy food, so every dish they cook is a bit spicy. Wei Qi'an can handle spicy food, but his stomach is often upset from work, so eating spicy food in this state would be too stimulating.

At first, Wei Qi'an forced himself to endure the discomfort and stuffed the drink into his mouth without saying a word. It was only when Ye Wenguo asked him to drink more that he could no longer hold back and gave in.

Only then did the old couple understand Wei Qian'an's physical condition. Ye Wenguo couldn't control his temper at the time and scolded Wei Qian'an severely as if he were a child of his own nephew.

The scene was so real that it was almost like he was being punished by family discipline.

As a result, Wei Qian'an loved coming to Ye Wenguo's house even more from then on.

He also began to boldly make various requests and order his favorite dishes. Like now, it was common for him to sulk and ignore Ye Wenguo.

After being reminded by Wang Ling again, Wei Qi'an scratched his head and chuckled, "Okay, make some yam and pork ribs porridge tomorrow. I'll have it at noon after work."

The cautious way he smiled was completely different from the domineering boss who could call the shots outside.