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

Ye Wenhui said, looking at her eldest brother: "She made me so angry today that I don't want to cook. I'm going to your house for a meal."

Ye Wenguo nodded in confusion.

At the dinner table, my uncle didn't say much, but just silently picked up some food for Ye Ke to express his apology.

It’s no wonder he didn’t recognize her. Ye Ke likes light-colored clothes. She was wearing a white cotton T-shirt when she went out today.

By the time I stood at my uncle's door, my white T-shirt had turned gray, with obvious stains on some spots. I didn't know when my hair tie had snapped, leaving my hair disheveled and looking completely unkempt.

Anyone who comes here will recognize the wrong person.

When Ye Ke went back to take a shower later, he thought the same thing when he looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't take what his uncle said to heart at all.

"What were you thinking, kid? Going out to pick up... bargains?"

My aunt was very curious. What was going on in this little head every day?

Ye Ke finally got the chance to explain in detail, "I went to the mall to pick out tableware. The ones on display were nice, but they were all printed."

"I don't like it. I want something with relief, in various colors, and preferably in various shapes."

"I finally found a place that sold these plates, but the prices were like a rip-off. I thought it wasn't worth it, so the clerk pointed me to a place where I could find these old plates."

She wanted the kind of Baroque-style tableware that was too expensive in the import stores, and she felt a few tattered plates weren't worth the price.

It sounded like they had put in a lot of effort, all for her dessert shop, so Ye Wenhui didn't feel like criticizing them anymore. "Is it really that important? Does it have to be that way?"

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of Ye Ke's favorite spareribs and gave it to her. "Don't go tomorrow. Just buy something decent at the mall. I see other stores aren't so particular, and they're doing pretty good business, aren't they?"

Ye Ke retorted loudly: "That won't do! The store you open must be the best! It must be different from everyone else!"

Ye Wenhui suddenly felt warm in her heart and was so moved that she didn't know what to say.

Grab the food and eat! My child loves to eat more!

Ye Ke took it without hesitation, "I went to their warehouse and picked them out one by one. It's almost done. I'll pick out some small ornaments from the store tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and then I'll be done!"

"Uncle! Can you drive with me the day after tomorrow? I'm afraid if I find another driver, the dishes might get broken on the way."

Ye Ke only trusts her uncle, not because of how good his skills are, but because he is in love with his new car and treasures it very much.

My uncle agreed without hesitation. What’s the big deal about this little thing?

Tough luck for him!

My uncle looked at the tableware on the floor and Ye Ke standing in the pile of tableware with a headache.

"Hiss! So many?"

"How big is your mom's shop? How can it use so many plates?"

My uncle thought Ye Ke had called him because the plates were fragile and difficult to transport. He didn't expect that Ye Ke had called him because the plates were not only fragile but also there were a lot of them.

He thought that a dozen or so plates would be enough for a dessert shop, right? In the end, Ye Ke bought about ten sets.

Ye Ke looked at him obediently, "Is it a lot? Not much? Dessert plates, coffee cups, placemats, cutlery trays... these are all necessary!"

"Then what are these?" my uncle asked, pointing at the pile of strange things.

It’s hard to describe the feeling, ugly and beautiful at the same time!

"Decorative ornaments! The wall cabinet is bare, so I have to find something to put on it~"

The uncle has no choice but to spoil his niece.

The uncle accepted his fate and carefully loaded the items one by one into the car with Ye Ke.

"Uncle Ye?"

Ye Ke was convinced! Did Wei Qi'an install some kind of uncle-locating system? Why did he always run into him when he was out with his uncle?!

"Xiao Wei! Are you here again this time?"

The uncle spoke cautiously, not daring to confirm Wei Qian'an's identity this time.

Wei Qi'an smiled with his eyes curved, "Uncle Ye, I found some good stuff at my garbage dump, and I'm here to deliver it."