Dishes were carried in one after another.
Within ten minutes, the surface formed by pushing two office desks together was covered, with barely any room left for chopsticks.
Xiao Mo raised his glass. "Xiaoliang, say a few words."
Wang Xiaoliang thought for a moment, then raised his glass.
"Just happy."
"Well said!"
They drained their glasses.
The second toast was to the brothers and his wife, who had come from far away.
The third was to the Night Market's successful opening.
After three glasses, their faces had all flushed. Wang Xiaoliang set his glass down and looked around the table.
"You've all seen it today, and you've tried the food. I want the truth."
As soon as he put his glass down, he began asking for feedback.
"Today, you're consumers. From a consumer's perspective, what's wrong with this Night Market? Don't hold back, and don't spare my feelings."
Nuomi spoke first.
"Pfft, who's holding back with you? It doesn't match what's advertised."
Wang Xiaoliang froze.
"How so?"
"You painted a ranking on the wall outside, hid the top three, and led people into an inconspicuous alley. Right? It's a damn brilliant idea, but I just walked around, and hardly any of the dishes on that ranking were actually there."
"What would consumers think? That they'd been fooled. They'd be a little disappointed, just a little, not much. But it's there."
Wang Xiaoliang said nothing. He took out his phone and made a note.
Xiao Mo picked up where she left off.
"Traffic comes fast and disappears even faster. Today's buzz will fade after a while. What people need to remember is the Starlight Archway Night Market, not some short video."
"The idea of making it a Fucheng landmark is excellent. But how far are you from that standard? A long