Lin Zhou felt rather helpless seeing everyone's impatient manner.

"Have you eaten breakfast yet? Fried skewers on an empty stomach are too oily and can easily make you feel nauseous."

"If I feel nauseous, it must be because I have a bad stomach. What does it have to do with the fried skewers that Mr. Lin makes?"

A diner who was already eating immediately retorted upon hearing this.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhou looked at the diner who had spoken with surprise.

This guy is ruthless!

"Hahaha, Mr. Lin, don't worry. If we can't finish it, we'll pack it up and eat it at the company for lunch."

"That makes sense. Microwave it, put it in a pancake, and it sounds wonderful."

The aroma of fried skewers wafted freely through the air.

Early in the morning, it caught the attention of commuters who couldn't help but turn their heads to look at it.

I was surprised to see a stall selling fried skewers early in the morning with a long queue of people.

Fried skewers are usually sold in the afternoon or evening, right?

Eating this so early in the morning, don't you find it oily?

The passerby shook his head and walked away after reading it.

I was rushing to work and didn't have time to stop and find out more.

If it's a weekend, maybe some curious people will buy a serving to try.

With the help of other diners, they skewered the food on the side.

Lin Zhou couldn't stop them, so he let them go.

Everyone wanted to eat the fried skewers as soon as possible, so they all said not to skewer them and just fry them. What could Lin Zhou say?

All I can do is quickly and efficiently fry skewers for everyone.

Two oil pans are operating simultaneously.

The food in the glass case was consumed incredibly quickly.

The elderly people watching the commotion on the sidelines were getting impatient.

Wait a minute, how come these fried skewers are almost sold out?