Nima nodded and followed the direction the boss was pointing, finally choosing three small knives, each fifteen centimeters long, from the shelf on the right.
"How much in total?"
"Six yuan each, eighteen yuan in total," the boss glanced at him, "You buying so many to cut watermelons? No returns on what I sell, you know."
Nima nodded with a smile, "Yeah, I'm afraid the blade might chip."
...
9:30 PM, Hutao Villa.
Inside the private room, Qi Yun had just sat down when the waiter led Shao Yuewen through the door.
"Sorry for the wait, a last-minute thing at work held me up."
Qi Yun stood up to greet him, understandingly teasing, "Haha, brother-in-law, you're always busy with affairs for us common folks. Waiting for you is the least I can do."
Shao Yuewen smiled and pointed at him, "You cheeky guy."
Since his wife had acknowledged Qi Yun as a brother, it was only natural for him to call Shao Yuewen brother-in-law.
The waiter served them tea and left.
