The mood grew heavy for a while.
No one spoke again, and no one suggested another drink.
Wang Xiaoliang took a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and changed the subject. "Nuomi, I've got someone with real potential, but I don't know where to start. Take a look and give me some ideas."
Wang Xiaoliang took out his phone, pulled up the video he had filmed at noon the day before, and handed it over.
Nuomi took the phone, her expression serious.
Onscreen, Li Le stood behind a freezer, his knife flashing. The pineapple turned twice in his hand, its skin coming cleanly away from the flesh, the cuts unbelievably smooth.
Nuomi watched the screen, her eyes gradually lighting up.
Barely a dozen seconds into the video, she sat bolt upright.
"Sign him, Second Senior Brother. How about signing him to Mimo?"
"Huh?"
"Sign him to our company." Nuomi put down the phone, her tone already different.
Wang Xiaoliang froze for a moment. "Didn't you two retire? Weren't you going off to be a pair of reclusive lovebirds?"
"Hasn't that whole thing been settled? We don't need to hide from her anymore, do we?" Nuomi picked up her teacup and looked at Xiao Mo. "We've got nothing else to do anyway. Let's give it a few more years, just for fun. Right, Boss?"
"Whatever you say." Xiao Mo smiled, his face full of affection.
Wang Xiaoliang hurriedly took his phone back. "No way. He's my Night Market's secret weapon for drawing customers. I'm not lending him out."
He handed the phone to Xiao Mo next.
After watching it, Xiao Mo nodded. "Exactly. Put him in the Night Market, and he'll absolutely be a signature attraction. This was what I meant when I talked to you before. The regulars might