Once the stall took off, problems followed.
Li Le couldn't handle it alone.
Cutting melons, portioning fruit, weighing it, taking payments, making change-he had managed alone when there were fewer customers, but now the line stretched to the barbecue stall next door every night. People at the back started cursing, while those at the front lingered after buying, holding up their phones to film.
The three of them discussed it in the group chat-they needed to hire someone.
Within days, they found someone. Nobody knew where Li Le had found him, but the nineteen-year-old was quick with his hands and feet and didn't talk much. He got straight to work the moment he took his place and never needed to be taught twice.
Whenever Ma Yuanyuan had time after filming, she started helping too. She handed over fruit containers, chatted with customers, and helped take payments when things got busy.
Wang Xiaoliang's words kept turning over in her mind.
"He already has plenty of accessories around him."
Accessories.
Not Li Le himself.
The people who came to the stall.
High school girls in little skirts came in groups of three or five, filmed a video, then ran off giggling without buying any fruit. Men in their forties insisted on fist-bumping Li Le after buying watermelon, then stood there grinning foolishly afterward. Drunken young men staggered over, pointed at a pineapple, and asked for a whole one, peeled. Li Le's knife flashed through a few dazzling cuts, and the guy, already dizzy, grew even dizzier, clinging to the stall and barely able to stand.
Those people were the content.
Li Le stayed the same. The people who came kept changing.
When someone else explained a principle, you thought you understood it, but really, you had only understood the words. The moment