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

Wei's father's eyes were like sharp blades, scraping towards Wei Qi'an and Ye Wenguo. Seeing this, Wei Qi'an frowned, stepped to the side, and stood in front of Ye Wenguo and his wife.

Father Wei became even angrier when he saw how cautiously he was protecting them, fearing that they might do something to each other.

He glared at Wei Qi'an, pointed his finger, and demanded, "What do you mean by this?"

There are still so many people in the vegetable market now. Wei Qian'an just bravely stepped forward to do something righteous. Although the onlookers have dispersed, some eyes are still looking in their direction.

Father Wei felt that he was a man of status, so how could he do anything to these two people in public? Even if he was angry, he would not do anything to embarrass himself, right?

Wei Qianan looked at him with disdain. He knew that Wei's father was a very proud person, but he just didn't want Wei's father's disgusting eyes to fall on Uncle Ye, and didn't want Uncle Ye to suffer this.

"Whatever you think it means is fine. We're not the kind of people who can have a good chat or greet each other. If there's nothing else, we'll leave first." Wei Qian'an's tone was clearly filled with urging and impatience. He was still waiting to go back after buying groceries and eat the meal made by Aunt Wang.

Wei's father didn't care at all. He didn't think that Wei Qi'an would have no concern for his family after being away from home for so long. He thought that the reason why Wei Qi'an still had this attitude was probably because he was still throwing a tantrum.

As long as he gives in, everything will be fine.

After all, how could there be any big conflict between father and son?

Father Wei cleared his throat, a trace of embarrassment evident on his face. "Well, what happened in the past is in the past. Come home for dinner when you have time."

After hearing this, Wei Qian still stood there indifferently.

Seeing his stubborn temper, Father Wei felt helpless and continued to coax him, "How about today, let's buy some fish and have your aunt make your favorite braised fish for you."

Wei's father thought that since he had already given in so voluntarily, it would be a bit unreasonable if Wei Qian'an still didn't give in.

"Tsk—" Wei Qian'an burst into laughter when he heard his father's shy words of flattery.

Before Wei Qi'an could say anything, Wang Ling, who was blocking him behind him, pushed Wei Qi'an away and said loudly with her hands on her hips, "Xiao Wei, why are you so reserved? Why didn't you tell me that you like braised fish? If you told me you like it, I could make you one fish a day."

The dishes in their restaurant have always been varied. Because there are so many people, classic dishes like braised fish are often on the table. However, Wang Ling has never seen Wei Qianan pick up any of it.

She still remembered that one time when Ye Wenguo was urging people to cook, Wei Qian'an frowned and said that he didn't like fish.

She didn't think that Wei Qi'an's disdainful attitude at that time was fake, so now that Wei's father said this, it must be that Wei's father didn't understand Wei Qi'an.

She then stood up and asked questions in a deliberately sarcastic tone.

Wei's father was completely unaware of this. When he heard Wang Ling say this, he thought that Wei Qian'an had an ordinary relationship with the middle-aged couple, so he never revealed his preferences to them.

He couldn't help but smile smugly, and even pointed a hint of comparison and sarcasm at Wang Ling.

Wang Ling didn't expect that this man was so confident that he couldn't even handle her all of a sudden.

She opened her mouth, trying to find the right words to curse back. After all, the person in front of her was Xiao Wei's biological father, so she had to be considerate.