Chapter 7: Money Can't Buy It

The old lady got off the bus at the next stop, and a very cold young lady wearing headphones sat down next to her. She looked as if she didn't want to be approached by strangers and would never talk to a little kid.

Zhuo Can breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the topic was over.

Unexpectedly, Mian Li, who had been silent for a long time, asked again: "Then, what did Li Li want to call you?"

This really stumped Zhuo Can.

Since they met, they have called each other many names, both overtly and covertly:

He called Him Little Sugar Bean, Little Fairy, Kamisama, Kamisama, and Lord God;

He called him a believer, a human being, a fool, a mortal, a servant, and a brother.

……yeah?

Zhuo Can said seriously: "How about you just call me brother, okay?"

Mian Li frowned and said, "Not good."

Zhuo Can also frowned and said, "Why?"

"Because, you can only call me brother when you are acting like a spoiled child."

"When are you going to act like a spoiled child?"

"When I want something."

Hey, hey, kids, you can’t be so utilitarian.

It seems that Mian Li often uses the trick of acting like a spoiled child to get what she wants and to avoid what she doesn't want (eating vegetables).

Zhuo Can seriously suspected that the white-clothed people around the Lord God, especially the leader of the white-clothed people, were all bribed by Him in this way.

It’s not incomprehensible.

Imagine a cute little snow-white angel flying around your feet, gently holding a small corner of your clothes, rocking you left and right, calling you "brother" sweetly, with an innocent face and big caramel eyes filled with expectation and longing.

Can you refuse, even to any request?

You would think about all the good things the whole world has given Him.

But as smart as Zhuo Can is, he will not be fooled by this little devil with an angelic appearance.

"Just call me brother. I will agree to whatever delicious food you want to eat."

Thinking it over, a three-year-old wouldn't ask for much, Zhuo Can coaxed, "Including that, uh, 'crunchy and sweet.'"

When he heard the word caramel cookies, Mianli's eyes lit up.

But God is God after all. He sticks to his bottom line and cannot be easily corrupted. He waved his hands like a rattle, "No, no."

"Why is that..."

Zhuo Can was frustrated. He was an only child, and when he was little, the children of his parents' friends were all older than him. He had always wanted a younger brother or sister, to experience what it felt like to be called a brother.

Finally, a cute little sugar bean fell from the sky. Apart from having a slightly bad temper, he perfectly matched his idea of ​​a younger brother.

As a result, little Tangdou was unwilling to call him brother.

Zhuo Can, Zhuo Can, you are so unlucky, aren’t you?

There was a sudden silence above his head. Mian Li raised his head and looked at Zhuo Can.

In just a few hours of spending time together, the impression left on Him by the human was that he was talkative, good-tempered, and loved to laugh. Although he was a little stupid, He did not dislike being with him.

The sudden silence felt strange.

The child still remembered what Zhuo Can said about not being able to fly or float outside, so he twisted himself around, and quietly used a little bit of his magical power to turn himself to face forward, kneeling on Zhuo Can's legs and looking at him.

Zhuo Can's eyes were drooping and the corners of his mouth were turned down, and he looked unhappy.

The little fairy tilted his head to discern human emotions.

Zhuo Can looked hurt, and even his voice weakened: "Why don't you call me brother?"

The little fairy stretched out his fat hands, pinched the human's cheeks, and pulled a weird face. He also stuck out his tongue at him: "Because Cancan is an idiot!"

"Who are you calling stupid—'Cancan'?" Zhuo Can instantly revived with full health and asked in surprise, "Hey, did you just call me 'Cancan'? Is this the new name you've chosen?"

But the child refused to admit that he was the one who called the child that way. He turned his head away proudly, and his tail swayed quietly in his clothes.

snort.

Humans are really stupid.

*

There are two sayings: one is that clothes make the man, and the other is that a good-looking person looks good even in a sack.

In the past, Zhuo Can didn’t know which statement was more correct. After all, he was not the type who was naturally good-looking, nor did he have a strong ability to put on makeup and disguise himself.

Until today, when I took Mianli to try on clothes, the little fairy looked good in every piece, whether she was wearing a cool style, a well-behaved style, a funny cosplay, a soft and cute animal costume, or switching seamlessly between an angel and a demon.

This little dress is nice.

Those shoes are good too.

How about taking that hat over there with you as well?

Hey, this scarf really matches his hair color...

I finally understand the mentality of those mothers who post pictures of their babies all day long on the Internet, and the little girls who dress up their toys: when you have such an exquisite and beautiful doll, and most importantly, it is alive, it is really hard to resist dressing it up!

Mr. Zhuo held a thick pile of shopping bags in his left arm and a long bill in his right hand, and his heart was bleeding.

Zhuo Can is actually quite frugal, a homebody with a slight social anxiety disorder who barely spends on socializing. His biggest pastime after work is occasionally buying PC games and spending money on mobile games.

Even though I'm single and can feed the whole family, living alone in a big city isn't easy, so I try to save as much as possible. After college, I worked part-time and didn't ask my parents for money. After almost two years of working, I've finally saved a little.

He had been dragged into another world by a little brat for the past three months and hadn't received a penny of salary. Although the company was lenient and didn't fire him, he still had to pay him for lost wages.

He had worked like a slave for two years to save up all his money, but the little god said a word and made him spend so much of it. It was true that money came like a thread and went like a mountain.

Kamisama, please don't forget my great kindness!

*

As a three-year-old child, Mian Li is very independent. He doesn't want a set or something prepared in the store. He wants to choose everything by himself.

I have to admit that God's aesthetic taste is indeed superior. The little face, which was already delicate enough, is shining brightly when set off by the new clothes.

The T-shirt that Zhuo Can had temporarily put on him, which looked like an old man's shirt, had long been forgotten in a corner of some fitting room.

Speaking of the fitting room, Zhuo Can was a little worried at first whether the little god could put on his clothes by himself. If not, how could he help him?

The child's arms were so soft that even if he were a god, he would be afraid that he would break them if he used too much force.

Fortunately, Mian Li didn't cause him any worries at all.

It wasn't because He could put on His clothes by Himself like a sensible child, but because He could control them with His divine power. Golden light surrounded His body, rotating and flowing regularly in the same direction. When it dissipated, His new clothes from head to toe were neat and fitting.

Other children would cry and make a fuss for ten minutes before they could calm down, but He could do it in seconds.

Every time the baby comes out of the sleeping ritual, the shop assistants outside will give him an admiring look of "what a good education".

…Zhuo Can felt something was wrong.

Since the divine power is so useful, why don't you transform yourself into a new one and change your clothes in seconds with just one click? Why do you want me to pay for it?

You can only keep your complaints to yourself. You have already paid the money and taken off the label, so there is no way to get a refund.

Children's clothes are really expensive nowadays. They dare to mark so many zeros on such a small amount of fabric. Any piece of Mian Li's clothes is worth half the price of his wardrobe.

Zhuo Can felt that he had been acting rashly. Not to mention the unit price, he had bought so many pieces. What if the Lord God suddenly returned to his own world one day? What would he do with all these children's clothes? Should he sell them wholesale or donate them to charity? It would be a huge loss.

But when he saw Mianli's sparkling eyes looking at the new clothes, his heart couldn't help but soften.

Forget it, it’s rare to make impulse purchases in life, and money can’t buy happiness.

I hope that when the people in white come to pick up the Lord God and see how well I take care of Him, they will give Him a little more reward after reimbursing the money.

As for whether Mianli would leave and when he would leave, he didn't want to think about it.

*

After buying clothes, Zhuo Can felt hungry, so he took Mian Li to the rooftop restaurant for dinner.

Given the child's special status, he didn't want to go to crowded places. Unfortunately, it was Saturday, and everywhere was packed, with long lines at the door. Zhuo Can could only choose the one that looked the fastest.

He sat at the door of the shop. The noble little god didn't want to touch the ground, so he nestled in his arms and played with his fingers.

There were some young mothers sitting in the seats next to me. Some of their children were crying, some were running around, and a few were holding their mobile phones and tablets tightly.

Seeing how obedient Mianli was, they couldn't help but envy him: "How was this child taught?"

"Oh my, Daddy looks so young too."

"He helps his wife share her worries. He's such a good husband. Unlike the one in my family..."

"That's amazing, really amazing."

"The doll is so cute, is she mixed-blood?"

Zhuo Can was a typical science and engineering student. He could walk for miles on the university campus without seeing a single member of the opposite sex. Now, surrounded by the older women, he was so nervous he couldn't speak.

On the other hand, Mian Li, facing the aunts surrounding her, was neither annoyed nor angry. Instead, she hid in Zhuo Can's arms, revealing a pair of clear big eyes, which were curious and a little shy, making people love her so much.

One of them moved a chair closer and touched His little hand: "Baby, what's your name and how old are you?"

The Lord God cannot be touched casually. Zhuo Can was sweating profusely and dared not even breathe. He was ready to hug Him and run away before Mian Li could make a move.

Unexpectedly, He replied softly, "Auntie, it's Lilishan's birthday~"

Angel, this must be an angel.

My aunt covered her mouth and cried with emotion.

Among a group of young mothers who were almost fainted by their cuteness, Zhuo Can looked down at the little fairy in his arms in disbelief.

So polite, so well-behaved, is he still the all-powerful Kamisama?!

Mianli felt his questioning gaze, raised her head, puffed out her cheeks, wrinkled her nose and made a face at him.

Then, facing the aunts, he regained his innocent look.

...Why is this kid still choosing his dish based on the context?

By the time their number was called, Mian Li had already amassed a pile of candy and toys. Zhuo Can, already burdened with a heavy load, now had even more luggage to carry. He wondered how he would get home.

The aunts were reluctant to see Zhuo Can and Mian Li off, especially Mian Li.

They watched the adult and the child walk into the door. A second before their view was blocked, the child in their arms turned around, waved at them, and smiled sweetly.

At the same time, there seemed to be a halo above the child's head, which only lasted for a short moment, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

The aunts were hit by the cute shock wave again.

Ah, it really is an angel descending to earth——(heart)

The author has something to say:

Be careful when receiving gifts~