Chapter 43 24k Pure Straight Man
Zhuo Can was extremely worried about Mian Li's weakening spiritual power.
He didn't know what was going on, he just felt that people had no strength, which meant they were sick; gods had no magic power, could it be that Kami-chan was also sick?
When human cubs get sick, there are special children's hospitals and special pediatric departments.
The god cub is sick - where can I go to see a doctor?
He was so worried that he couldn't sleep, but the child didn't think that losing most of his abilities was a big deal.
He uses his weak, remaining divine power to develop various uses and gameplay.
Tonight, Zhuo Can chose a non-famous handicraft activity to enhance parent-child relationships: making food together.
His cooking skills are just average, and he got the tutorial from Xiaohui; the latter can replicate anything he has seen or tasted, from top-notch dishes to street snacks.
Qi Rui often told his wife that if one day she didn’t want to be a second-party contractor anymore, she could just open a store and become just as popular.
Zhuo Can has known them for such a long time and often goes there for free meals; now Mian Li does the same.
Especially the ruby cake they are making now.
It is a very simple dessert, made with cake base, oatmeal, light cream, and cherries and strawberries acting as rubies.
Zhuo Can is responsible for baking the cake base, and Mian Li is responsible for churning the cream.
Generally speaking, cream is beaten with an electric whisk, but Zhuo Chan, who had never made desserts before, did not have such equipment at home.
There is no other way, just wind it in circles manually.
Mianli stood on a small stool, struggling to hold a bowl that was larger than his face, panting: "Hey! Whoosh! Hey! Whoosh!"
Churning cream is like mixing cement.
He felt tired before he had even worked for five minutes.
Just put the bowl on the table, tap with your little finger, and the blender will start working automatically.
When Zhuo Can came over with the cereal, he saw all kinds of ingredients doing their own thing, swaying in the air, as if they were collectively doing a ballroom dance.
Zhuo Can was no longer surprised by anything in the house floating in the air or working automatically.
His first thought: It seems that Kami-chan still has some remaining divine power.
The second thought: Why didn’t I think of this earlier?
The advantages of letting Mianli churn the cream are obvious, but the disadvantages are equally obvious.
The children stirred the food and ate it secretly.
After the cream was whipped, one-third was missing.
Fortunately, His small stomach could only hold one-third of the food, otherwise the vicious cycle would continue and He would never be able to eat again.
After each separate material is prepared, it is time to assemble it.
A standard ruby cake is just an ordinary cylinder. Zhuo Can’s knife skills are not very good, and he can barely make it into a rectangular shape.
Mianli had seen the capable Xiaohui carve the cake dough into spheres, and was not very satisfied with Zhuocan's crooked finished product.
Zhuo Can said, "I have no choice. I am too weak to do this."
Mianli snorted, "We still have to rely on Lili."
He used the same trick again, and a faint golden light surrounded the small cakes like a musical score.
Then, they turned into little rabbits, little bears, little cats and little dogs...
The ruby cake was transformed into a zoo cake.
The little god lay on the table with his butt sticking up, completing the last step: putting fruit on top of the cream.
It is said that the fruits are put there, but in fact the fruits jump up on their own accord.
The little cakes came to him one by one as if they were on a conveyor belt. He waved his hand, and the strawberries and cherries lined up in a row and jumped up one by one like high jumpers.
He held his chin with his hands, swayed his legs, and hummed happily.
More cartoony than cartoons.
Zhuo Can thought he was already used to Kamisama's abilities, but he still marveled at them. This was too...
It’s so cute.
*
The next day, Zhuo Can brought the packaged cakes to the company and distributed them to his colleagues.
The office atmosphere is very good. Often one person buys milk tea and another brings fried chicken. We share the good fortune.
No one treated themselves as outsiders, and what he brought looked really delicious, so two full boxes were quickly sold out.
Colleagues started discussing it: "It's delicious."
"There's also cereal in it. It smells so good."
"Is this a ruby cake?"
"I want to lose weight. I won't eat anymore."
"You'll regret it if you don't eat it."
"Oh, this shape is so cute."
"Which store did you buy it from? Give me the address!"
This was the question Zhuo Can was waiting for, and he answered proudly: "—My child did it."
The fact that he "temporarily" helped look after the children of distant relatives was no longer a secret in the office.
After all, it is hard not to be suspicious when an unmarried young man has the same little boy on his phone wallpaper and computer desk.
My colleague asked, "When can you bring the baby to us?"
He chuckled and responded: "Next time, definitely next time."
During the ten-minute tea break, all the small cakes were divided up cleanly.
Zhuo Can once suspected that Mian Li had added some magical seasoning to it to make his gourmet colleagues, who were used to eating delicacies from land and sea, so intoxicated.
During lunch break, he took the last copy and went to the president's office.
He had some selfish motives for this one, as it was all made by himself, those rectangles that weren't very good-looking but were full of his hard work.
It’s not that Mr. Lu doesn’t deserve love or anything.
He imagined Lu Song's helpless yet amused expression when he saw the strange-shaped cakes, lowered his head and smiled, then knocked on the door.
"Come in."
He pushed the door open with the box in his hand: "I brought you—"
The three words "delicious" got stuck in his throat after he found out that Lu Song was not the only one in the office.
Of course, Vice President Jiang was also there.
Zhuo Can didn't know why he said of course.
He did not remember some of the things that happened at Mianli's birthday party, and his perception of Jiang Xiao was still limited to the two aspects of "airborne vice president" and "obviously having a good relationship with Lu Song".
After Vice President Jiang came to the company, Lu Song had no time to have lunch with him.
It’s the same today, otherwise he wouldn’t have come here.
Lu Song was not wearing a suit jacket in his office, and the sleeves of his white shirt were half rolled up.
He didn't use any hairspray today, so his hair hung down loosely. The floor-to-ceiling windows that took up the entire wall evenly spread the brightest light on his face.
Compared to the president of a large company, Lu Song at this moment looks more like the most popular senior in the class or library during his school days, the kind of person who would become the dream of many people.
As for Jiang Xiao, he didn't react to his entry. He leaned on the sofa next to him. His posture was quite casual, but he looked like he was sitting on a throne.
Cold and reserved, with a natural and incomparable nobility.
Zhuo Can looked down at his worn work card hanging on his chest, and his sneakers that were accidentally stained with mud because he had come in too hastily that morning, and once again felt what it meant to be out of place.
Lu Song didn't expect that it was him who came. He was surprised for a moment: "Manager Zhuo?"
In fact, everyone knows that President Lu supports and favors him, but sometimes one still has to avoid suspicion. In front of senior officials of the same level and former leaders of the company, they still politely call him "Manager Zhuo".
In private, everyone calls him Xiaocan.
It is necessary to keep public and private affairs separate, and this is also what Zhuo Can expects.
He had gotten used to this a long time ago, but today, when Lu Song called him so distantly in front of Jiang Xiao, he felt a strange sourness in his stomach.
Again.
Zhuo Can wondered if he should go to the hospital to check out his stomach problems.
Zhuo Can put the cake on the table. His anticipation had long since vanished. He said calmly, "I made this with Li Li last night. I brought some for you."
By the way, I concealed myself.
Lu Song stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled as if he had seen through something: "Hey, did Xiaoli make this? I'd like to try it."
After being stored for so long, the shape was actually not very good-looking anymore, but Lu Song still took it out of the box with great care and handed one to Jiang Xiao: "Mr. Jiang, try it, my godson made it."
...How come he is your godson?
Zhuo Can thought.
Then I subtly felt that a similar complaint seemed to have happened not long ago.
When is it?
Just saying he's his godson wasn't enough, Lu Song continued to introduce him: "My godson is only three years old, and he can do so well, isn't it amazing? Maybe he really has talent in this area."
That boastful tone was no different from that of any silly father, even more excessive than what Zhuo Can had said to his colleagues just now.
Zhuo Can thought to himself, I don’t even dare to consider myself Kami-chan’s father, you are so rude.
But from another perspective, he seemed to have heard that it was some kind of unwritten social rule for these big bosses to praise their own children.
Lu Song didn’t have any children of his own, so he borrowed one from someone else’s family first, preferring to lose the battle rather than the person.
It seems that it can be forgiven.
Zhuo Can was now in a state of uncertainty as to whether to leave or stay, and with so much on his mind, he simply kept silent, just staring blankly at the changing circumstances.
Lu Song stayed out of it and was in the best mood. He finished eating a cherry and then picked up a strawberry.
None of them noticed the subtle change in Jiang Xiao's eyes after hearing "This is a cake made by Mian Li himself."
Jiang Xiao looked at the plate of dessert.
The fluffy and soft cake base, the sweet and light cream, and the cherries that look transparent in the sun are like real red gems.
Mian Li, who used to have everything provided for him, has actually learned to make things by himself...?
There is a saying in the world that children grow up extra fast when they leave their parents.
When a child falls, if the parents are nearby, even if they are not hurt, they will cry loudly.
If I were alone, I could get up immediately and do whatever I wanted as if nothing had happened. I am more independent than anyone else.
God had felt it before he had ever heard such a statement.
Unlike Xiao Mianli who loves sweets, Jiang Xiao does not like sweets and even has a bit of disgust.
But He took the delicate little spoon and tasted it.
Lu Song asked, "How does it taste?"
Zhuo Can also raised his head nervously.
I make it for my colleagues to share, because everyone will always say it’s delicious.
When I do it for Lu Song, I anticipate the reaction of my good friend;
But Jiang Xiao's comments were like a teacher grading papers.
Zhuo Can's heartbeat quickened.
Both of them looked straight at Jiang Xiao. Shen actually didn't like being stared at so rudely.
He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and hummed.
This was really an ambiguous answer, and Zhuo Can couldn't tell whether it meant it was delicious or not.
He didn't have time to figure it out.
"Do you have any photos?" Jiang Xiao looked up at Zhuo Can and said lightly, "Your child."
*
On the day of Mianli's birthday party, Jiang Xiao erased all traces of his presence, especially Zhuo Can's doubts about his similarities with Mianli.
So, except for Mian Li, no one knew that the God of All Living Things had ever come.
Zhuo Can and Lu Song will not know the true identity of CFO Vice President Jiang.
Zhuo Can still see Lu Song and Jiang Xiao together in the company, especially during lunch.
Several times he tried to comfort himself by saying that it was just necessary social interaction between superiors, but later he found that such explanations could not soothe the melancholy that kept rising in his heart.
The only difference is that after Zhuo Can gave them the ruby cake, Lu Song would also call him over.
...It's even weirder, okay?
Zhuo Can refused without thinking.
Lu Song was bluntly rejected, but he didn't mind. He looked at him inquiringly for a moment, and before Zhuo Can could feel uncomfortable, he blinked and asked, "Are you free this Saturday?"
Saturday is tomorrow.
Zhuo Can said cautiously: "I may have plans."
Actually he didn't.
After working for five days, the office worker just wants to lie down at home.
If there is any arrangement to be made, it is to take Mianli to Qi Rui's house to play.
The young couple has complained many times recently, saying that they have no time to see their little god since they sent him to daycare.
In the past, when Lu Song had nothing to do on weekends, he would also look for him to chat and have dinner, just like good friends do.
However, when Zhuo Can faced him today, he inexplicably wanted to escape.
Lu Song looked at him with eyes that seemed to see through him, and asked again: "Are you really busy?"
Zhuo Can took a deep breath and said, "Really? I'm going to pick up my son from school. I'll leave first."
He bit that ownership very hard.
Zhuo Can didn't wait for Lu Song to react and left as if escaping.
While riding my bike, I was thinking, was I a little harsh just now?
This nonsense about you being my godson is not the point at all.
Lu Song didn't even try to compete with him for the sleeping gift.
wrong.
It wasn't Lu Song who was competing with him for the custody of Mianli.
...It doesn't seem right either.
He stopped at a red light, wondering what was wrong with him.
Zhuo Can, who has been single for 24 years, can't understand it.
It’s not that he hasn’t looked for his close sister Xiaohui again, but Xiaohui always says that she is jealous.
Talk about what he is doing, that he is jealous of Jiang Xiao interfering in his relationship with Lu Song.
24k pure straight man Zhuo Can was even more confused.
Forty minutes later, Zhuo Can was riding home with Mian Li.
Last week it was Xiao Mianli who was unhappy, this week it was Zhuo Can who was sighing.
Anyway, a big and a small can't be happy at the same time.
The dad who usually talks a lot about this and that is surprisingly quiet today.
Mianli chattered for a long time about what he and Jiajia played in the nursery class today, what they had for lunch, and what song Teacher Min taught them to sing. Zhuo Can just mumbled and answered in a perfunctory manner.
The little fairy finally noticed something was wrong and looked up and asked, "Cancan?"
"……Um?"
"Cancan is unhappy?"
The child looked very concerned.
These messy, adult emotional issues should not be discussed with a three-year-old.
Zhuo Can understood the truth, but he really had no one to talk to.
Even if I wanted to tell Mianli, I couldn't just tell the kid, "I seem to be caught in an illicit love triangle."
Zhuo Can carefully selected a topic to start with that he thought was the safest.
"Kamisama, do you know that your cuteness has conquered the entire universe?" he said. "Even our Vice President Jiang has heard about it. He ate the little cake you made a few days ago and asked me for your photo."
The author has something to say:
Let me reiterate, there is no bloody love triangle~ Cancan misunderstood
How could the noble and cold Father God be interested in the love affairs of mortals?
Also, as I mentioned before, the secondary CP's love line is not a side story, but an important foreshadowing of the main plot of the Lili Center_(:з」∠)_
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