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

Wei Qi'an himself had no scruples. He sneered, "What I hate most is braised fish."

The confident smile on Wei's father's face froze, and turned into obvious disbelief. He widened his eyes and asked, "How could it be?"

It was obvious that Wei Qian always ate it with relish every time this dish was on the table.

Wei Qian took two steps forward. His height advantage allowed him to look down at his father. He was no longer the child who lived under someone else's roof and dared not speak loudly.

"Do you know why she always makes braised fish for me?" The "she" here refers to Wei Qian'an's stepmother.

"Because I can't spit out the bones when eating fish, she always buys the crucian carp with the most bones. You two divide the belly meat, and the one left for me is the fish with the most bones."

Wei Qian touched his throat as he spoke, and the feeling of being stuck by a fish bone seemed to come back to him again.

Wei's father opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something, such as Wei Qian didn't say anything at that time, so of course they didn't know.

Wei Qi'an ruthlessly shattered his fantasy. "Of course she knows I get stuck all the time. She's hoping I'll get a fishbone lacerate my throat someday. She's concerned about her image and doesn't dare do anything too extreme, so she can only torture me over little things like this."

Father Wei opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and it took him a long time to find his voice. "Then you can tell me, or you can just not eat fish? Would I force you to do that?"

He felt that Wei Qi'an's accusation was inexplicable. Besides, wasn't it just that he didn't like eating fish? It was no big deal. At worst, he could just not do it when he came back.

Wei Qian'an had indeed been raised by his biological mother for too long. Even though he was later sent to be educated by his mother, he still couldn't change his bad habit of being petty over trivial matters.

As expected, his biological father was still like this, always blaming others first. Wei Qian didn't feel disappointed, but just shook his head without any emotion.

"I remember I couldn't help but tell you after I got stuck twice, but what did you say then?" Wei Qi'an glanced at his father sarcastically, his lips curled up slightly with a smile, "You said that wild boars from the countryside just can't eat fine bran."

At that time, little Wei Qian'an had just left his mother and came to his father. Although he knew that his father had abandoned his wife and children, due to the natural instincts of father and son, and the fact that his mother had never slandered his father in front of him, Wei Qian'an still had a little trust and dependence on his father.

He mustered up the courage to find Wei's father and confided his discomfort, but was met with cold words and ridicule.

Father Wei was speechless. He had no recollection of what Wei Qi'an had said. But he still emphasized it confidently, "Just don't eat it."

That wasn't the only dish on the table. If Wei Qianan really didn't want to eat it, who could force him to eat only fish by holding his head down?

"No?" Wei Qi'an sneered again, "Every time I make braised fish, there's only one dish on the table: stir-fried spinach. I'm allergic to spinach. Which dish do you want me to eat?"

Life or throat? Little Wei Qi'an made a choice.

Father Wei felt guilty for a moment, then muttered, "You're just too stupid. Others spit out the bones when they eat fish, so why can't you?"

It's not a big deal, is it necessary to keep repeating it? There are so many people watching in the market.

Wei Qi'an was so angry that he almost laughed.