When the firecrackers went off on New Year's Eve, my family's statue of the Kitchen God, which had been worshiped for three generations, cracked.
A little paper figure wearing a Chinese tunic suit and round sunglasses floated out of the crack. He crossed his legs and said to me:
"Boy, you have been selected as the candidate for the 250th generation of 'Psychic Horse Fairy'."
"Now that you sign this "Flexible Employment Contract between Yin and Yang", this paper-wrapped Mercedes-Benz will be yours."
I looked at the electronic firecracker remote control in my hand that cost 9 yuan with free shipping, and then looked at the writing brush handed over by the villain.
——Then I pressed the remote control decisively.
After all, who would believe a paper man popping out of the stove on New Year's Day?
