"Little girl, it's a good thing you slashed the painting, otherwise we would have been doomed."
They thanked Xiaoxi and the others together again.
"Alright, you all go ahead and get busy. Remember, always keep your heart upright. No matter how hard or tiring it is, as long as your heart is upright, evil spirits cannot get close to you!"
The four delivery girls learned their lesson and went back to delivering food.
These few orders are late, so be it. As long as I'm alive, nothing else matters.
"Trash Girl! No wonder you looked so familiar, I remember now, it's you!"
The fat boss suddenly shouted, utterly shocked.
“Uncle Fatty, it’s me. My brother found me, so I went home,” Xiaoxi said calmly.
"And Brother Daqiang, he's doing very well now. I want to thank you for always feeding me back then."
The chubby boss scratched his head, feeling embarrassed. He wanted to say that he hadn't given them the leftovers directly.
Xiaoxi understood what the fat boss was thinking. The fat boss didn't want to throw it away rather than let Daqiang give her food; that was kindness.
The chubby boss was very happy for Xiaoxi; such a well-behaved girl deserved to live a happy life.
Han Yu and the others looked rather awkward. "Our leader was a 'trash girl' before?" "I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear anything at all."
After becoming a dog, Zha Zha Cheng finally realized the meaning of life: "So even the minister had a dark past. I need to work hard and try to become a human again."
Xiaoxi knew this wasn't the time for reminiscing, so she steered the conversation back to the main topic.
"Uncle Fatty, where did you get this painting?"
"Oh, this painting was given to me by two young men who often hand out flyers here."
The portly shop owner said that the two men had a lot of these paintings in their large bags, and they hadn't been able to distribute them by almost dark.
These two men came to his shop for a meal. The tall and short men wanted to give him a painting, but the fat owner didn't have time to put it up. The two young men even used rice grains as adhesive to stick it on for him.
Surprisingly, it stuck on quite firmly.
As for the remaining paintings, it seems they were given to some of the shop's customers. When the chubby owner came out to serve the dishes, he noticed that the two young men had thrown the paintings into the trash can.
The scoundrel lowered his head in shame, not daring to look at Xiaoxi and the others.
"Uncle Fatty, do you think there's anything different about putting this painting here?"
"Sigh, I'm so busy all day that I don't have time to appreciate any paintings. In fact, I've been even busier since the paintings were put up here."
Not only do regular customers come to eat, but many new customers also come.
The shop sells fast food, and the table turnover rate is very high. Often, customers will hold their bowls and stare at the paintings while eating, or they will continue to look at the paintings after finishing their meals and not leave. The fat owner will ask them to leave in order to make room for the tables quickly.
Sometimes, after the off-peak dining period, when there are usually not many dishes left in the restaurant, some customers will just want white rice and some free kimchi, and sit and slowly appreciate the paintings.
Xiaoxi just noticed that there were no signatures on the painting, which proves that no one has signed a contract for it yet.
She could see that although the snack shop was small, it exuded a sense of righteousness.
Those who were drawn to the painting, surrounded by righteousness, failed to uncover their inner pain and desires.
"Uncle Fatty, don't you have anything you particularly want in mind? Like making more money?"
"Hehe," the fat boss laughed.
“What’s there to think about? My shop has been open for so many years. As long as I can keep running, I’m happy to earn money through my own labor, working from dawn till dusk. I feel satisfied and happy.”
I understand now. People with simple and happy minds won't be fooled by these New Year pictures.
Xiao Xi stood up, tore the torn painting down, and along with the rubber figure from before, set off a Red Lotus Karmic Fire, burning them all to ashes.
"Uncle Fatty, I destroyed the painting. Your business may be back to what it was before."
"Good riddance, Trash Girl! Oh no, Little Xi, isn't fortune all about fate? Taking the crooked path will surely backfire."
Everyone agreed that the fat boss was very enlightened.
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