The server wheeled over the cart and began serving the dishes. Cheng Lang impatiently shoveled down a few bites of rice before continuing his assessment. "Tired or not?"
Meng Tianye said defiantly, "You're younger than me!"
"I meant mentally." Cheng Lang gestured at Meng Tianye. "Eat first. Aren't you hungry?"
Meng Tianye was indeed hungry. But he felt a little upset and couldn't eat.
"Didn't you say you wanted me to help promote your milk tea shop?" Meng Tianye asked. "What do you need me to do?"
"I haven't figured that out yet!" Cheng Lang said. "No rush. I'll wait until I've written up a detailed plan."
After thinking it over, Meng Tianye took the initiative to say, "How about I write a song for your milk tea shop?"
Cheng Lang chuckled. The kid had taken such a blow that he had lost all confidence, huh? Did he want to prove that his songwriting talent was still worth something?
"If you want to write one, go ahead," Cheng Lang said. "Write a sweet little song with a light melody, romantic and beautiful. If it's good, I'll pay to shoot an MV for you, and we'll promote it properly across the internet."
"This can count as your first single EP."
At that, Meng Tianye's eyes instantly lit up, and the corners of his mouth kept rising. "Really?"
"That depends on your performance," Cheng Lang said.
"Then I definitely won't have a problem. I still have that much confidence." Young people's emotions came quickly and went quickly. Just moments ago, Meng Tianye had felt like the whole world was gray, that he was only a tiny speck of dust with nothing special about him. After hearing Cheng Lang's words, he immediately felt that he had seized an opportunity to prove himself to