Not a god

Chapter 30 Snowman
At noon, a delicious tofu and crucian carp soup was cooked by Chen Xi. He tried out the kitchen in the store and made four simple dishes and a soup.

Shredded pork with fish flavor, mapo tofu, stir-fried meat with hot pot base, and stir-fried shredded potatoes.

"The boss's cooking skills are really good!"

"Haha! My brother's skills were developed by me!?"

"Home-cooked food is so unpalatable in the hospital. Eh? Can Taoist priests eat meat?"

"Retarded?"

Taoists can eat meat, but they should not swear. No, no one should swear.

Speaking of these people, do they take it for granted that they can eat at his place? Chen Xi felt stingy again and thought that he should ask Mr. Guan for food expenses.

Forget it, just consider it as a reward for helping to absorb the formaldehyde.

At noon, Chen Yan helped wash the dishes, and Chen Xi picked up two boxes of express deliveries, which were flyers he ordered online.

"What did the boss bring back?"

"Flyers, your task today is to distribute these two boxes of flyers. Go to the square over there and distribute them."

"No."

"Pay back the money."

Chen Yan's eyes widened. "We agreed to settle the matter yesterday, right?"

"Yesterday is yesterday, and today is today."

"Are you a deadbeat?"

"Then don't steal my wine today."

The first task that the drunk sister had when she started working was to hand out flyers on the street, while Chen Xi took some signs and banners promoting the upcoming opening and went to see where to hang them.

He also asked about the advertising space on the huge LED screen in Tianfu Square next door, which costs 1.8 yuan per week.

Chen Xi could still afford tens of thousands, but the other party’s advertising cycle required at least 12 weeks, which was 20 yuan.

After thinking about it, it didn't seem to be necessary. They even had gods at home to help distribute flyers. He felt victorious and hung up the phone.

"Boss, do you want to place an advertisement for that?" Taoist Master Yu heard the content of the phone call he just made at the door.

“It seems that I don’t really want to vote.”

"Is that so? I also want to ask my brother if he can give you a cheaper price."

"Your brother?"

"Didn't you say that yesterday? Tianfu Plaza is my family's property."

Chen Xi knew that she was a rich second-generation, but she didn't expect her to be this level of rich second-generation. Parkson Group, a well-known old-brand real estate developer in China, has branched out into film and television entertainment, mobile Internet and other industries in recent years. If she guessed correctly, her brother was the rich second-generation who often showed off on the Internet in the past few years.

When a phone call came, Taoist Yu said that a friend wanted an advertising space in Tianfu Square.

"Sister, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are until you run a household. This is a location in the heart of Tianfu Square, and it costs 100,000 yuan a month. Just give it away..."

Taoist Yu’s brother is a typical type who only takes advantage of others. It’s obvious that a few hundred million is just a small goal for him, but he can still argue with you for a long time about tens of thousands.

Since Yu Zhiwei had eaten someone else's meal at noon, he just wanted to help and asked if it could be cheaper; it wasn't free.

But this nagging really annoyed her.

"OK, I'll take ten years first."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and asked Chen Xi to call the planning department again in ten minutes.

Chen Xi was the type of person who was always willing to take advantage. After playing with Xiao Chen Yi for a while, he called again.

"Hello, hello. Yes, this is..."

The girl who answered the phone was the same girl from before, but her tone had changed. Just by listening to the phone, one could tell from her servile attitude that she was obviously very nervous.

She had to be nervous. The big boss just called her personally and asked if there was a coffee shop owner who wanted to advertise with her. But she used a bad tone and looked down on him and chased him away?

God has pity on her, she knew nothing. The man asked about the price and hung up the phone.

What do you mean by looking down on others with your dog eyes? What do you mean by looking down on others with your nose? This is not a film about those urban dragon kings and sons-in-law. If you want to slap someone in the face, shouldn’t you go to the sales department or the 4S store? What kind of ability is it to bully a salesperson who answers the phone in the planning department?
The big boss didn't bother to care whether it was true or not. He scolded her seriously and then pointed out that it was his leader who contacted him, and then the boss's leader was contacted by the boss's leader's leader.

The reason is unknown, you will be criticized first.

The little girl was about to cry. Is this kind of face-slapping method popular now? Announcing her death sentence the moment she received the call?
Seeing that the big shot called again, she thought that he came back specifically to bully her, a weak employee. What could she do but to beg for mercy.

She sounds quite young, but she can get a call from the leader of her leader's leader. Could there really be some kind of Dragon King's son-in-law?

Chen Xi went to the advertising space with a confused look on his face, and then waited for someone to contact him.

What the little girl didn't know was that the scary big shot she thought was actually asking the real big shot with a respectful look on his face: "Master, what would you like to eat tonight?" "Wensi tofu."

Yu Zhiwei is a sadist who can torture anyone he can. He made a cosmic gesture with his fingertips: "The tofu should be cut as thin as a hair."

How could Chen Xi possibly do that? He was not even a great chef. He was just an ordinary Sichuan and Chongqing man’s cooking skill. Then he received a phone call and happily went about the advertising process.

Opening a small shop is like having a child. At first, you just want to keep it simple and ordinary, but gradually you will think about enrolling the child in an interest class or giving him extra lessons.

Although the advertising space in Tianfu Square is temporary, it is very impressive!
Busy with this and that, time was almost up. He returned to the store when the sun was about to set and the snow had stopped.

Little Chen Yi wore a green dinosaur suit today, but now, the little dinosaur was lying on the snow, motionless.

She played the role of a corpse for a while, then propped herself up and stood up. However, she had only taken two steps when she was hit by a snowball in the back and fell to the ground again.

Snowballs were flying in the sky like artillery fire.

It turned out that the snow had stopped, so the girls stopped playing games and started a snowball fight. The street was like a gang fight.

Chen Xi was too lazy to complain that they didn't have the slightest demeanor of a god.

Now, on both sides of the war, there is the combination of Jiang Wanwan and Yu Zhiwei on one side, and the combination of Su Qingyue and Chen Yan on the other side.

Jiang Wanwan and the girl in hospital gown were both incidental. Their fighting power was not even a fraction of that of the other two older sisters. They squatted down and made a snowball, and more than a dozen snowballs flew out of the sky.

Seeing Wanwan having so much fun playing with her peers, Chen Xi smiled like an old father.

Until he saw Master Yu putting stones into the snowball.

"..."

The fights among gods are all so plain and simple.

He is cooking again tonight. There are 5 dishes and 1 soup. The last one, the pork ribs and corn soup, is not yet cooked, so we have to wait a while.

When he arrived outside the store, the girls stopped playing snowball fights and built snowmen instead.

It's very ugly and looks weird. You can call it a snowman if you insist, but considering Chen Xi's current professional perspective, calling him a snowman is simply an insult.

No one knows how to make a snowman better than him.

"Making a snowman is not just piling two snowballs together. What you have created is just a large mass of unknown creatures. It has nothing to do with 'humans' at all."

Chen Xi made some modifications based on the snowman they had built. He got a bottle of water, kneaded it, sprayed it from time to time, and carved it carefully.

Soon, a snowman that could be called a work of art was born under his hands.

It looks more like an ancient Greek stone sculpture than a snowman, with a woman's face that combines Chinese and Western aesthetics, wearing a fairy-like skirt.

The description of her can be found in "The Goddess of Luo River": Her figure is as graceful as a startled swan and as gentle as a swimming dragon. She is as glorious as the autumn chrysanthemum and as luxuriant as the spring pine. She dances like a light cloud covering the moon and floats like snowflakes blown by the wind.

Chen Xi thought the girls would be dumbfounded, but when he turned around, he found a few of them whispering to each other behind him.

"Wanwan, what's wrong with your brother? He's taking building a snowman so seriously?"

"Boss... it's really disgusting that you're so serious."

"Why did we come out to play in the snow? Let's go back."

"I suddenly feel so bored."

They suddenly became uninterested, chatted about some girlish topics, and went back to the store.

“……”A few stinky girls.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

The little dinosaur, who was shoveling snow with a shovel, walked back with one deep step and one shallow step. Her sisters and aunts wouldn't play with her, so she had to practice walking by herself.

Chen Xi picked her up and shook off the snow on her body. The little baby's white, tender and elastic face was rosy and adorable.

He looked at his masterpiece and could hardly believe that he had made it himself. This was the art of making a human out of snow, which enabled an ordinary person like him to have the ability to make a Venus de Milo with broken arms out of a pile of snow.

Chen Xi took a photo and praised: "It's worthy of my craftsmanship. It's really beautiful."

Just as he turned to leave, he heard a voice of thanks from behind:
"Thank you, sir."

Chen Xi turned around and there was no one behind him.

He glanced suspiciously at the dark street and then at the snowman.

The beautiful face was frozen in the moment of half-smile. If such a person really existed in ancient times, there would probably be another tyrant in history.

Chen Xi smiled: "Try to live until spring."

(End of this chapter)