My Wish Is Just to Grill Without Adding Onions

Lin Mo spent fifty yuan to buy a bag of low-quality plastic beads from an old man at the flea market, which was said to be called "Dragon Balls." There was a power outage that night and he was bored, so he casually placed the beads and read out his lines. Shenlong crowded into the rental house, and the first sentence he spoke was an electronically synthesized voice: "It's time to get off work. Don't bother me. If you want to make a wish, say it quickly." Looking at this dragon that seemed to crawl out of a scrapped arcade machine and could crash at any time, Lin Mo thought for a moment and made a wish: "Then let the owner of the barbecue stall downstairs always remember that I don't like onions? Don't put any onions." The next day, the beads were gone. The owner of the barbecue stall, Li, never gave him chopped green onions again. Lin Mo suddenly realized that that absurd wish seemed to have come true. So, he began to try some more "boring" wishes: asking the breakfast shop to remember that the soy milk should be sweet, asking the printing shop to stop changing his page margins, and asking the property manager to forget about the fifty cents... The wish is small, the price is low, and the effect is strong. Until one day, the new top actress Su Xiaoxiao stopped him on the street, her beautiful eyes were full of surprise: "Why... Why are there so many 'rules' wrapped around you?" Behind her, the hands of several bodyguards in black silently pressed on her waist. Lin Mo looked at the few almost invisible "lines" on his fingertips, connecting the sweet and salty soy milk with the printed format, and fell into deep thought. It seemed that with a bunch of trivial wishes, he accidentally pried something big. And the old man who sold his beads never appeared again.