The shop has plenty of staff, and although they're all newbies, they learn quickly. With so many people, work progresses rapidly. Er Gou even picked three guys with fierce-looking faces to work in the kitchen, and they're currently giving them advance training.

More than a dozen basins of crispy fried pork were displayed prominently at the entrance, their aroma wafting everywhere on the wind.

People came by the aroma and asked, so they spread the word. Soon everyone knew that the best barbecue in the world was giving away free crispy pork worth thirty coins to customers tonight.

Several restaurant owners had been gathering since yesterday, mocking, "They're really young! This is just reckless nonsense! When will their skewers ever be respectable?"

"A bunch of farmers think they can make money just by opening a shop! If they did, everyone would have opened a shop by now." The old shopkeeper, who had inquired about the situation, thought that a bunch of peasants wouldn't last long.

"We've stabilized the situation. Let's see how long she can keep up this commotion. Alright, everyone go back to your own businesses and get back to work, and keep the customers in your shops at home."

The experienced shopkeepers, each with their own methods, remained calm and composed, seemingly enjoying the show, and the shop didn't lose many customers.

Actually, it's quite difficult for barbecue, a new type of food, to take off. First, there's the public's perception: people think it's too perfunctory to serve to guests, and it's embarrassing to eat it alone, so not many people come. Yesterday's customers were mostly regulars from the ghost market, so tonight's packed house truly shows our strength.

It was still early before we were supposed to serve customers, so the guys in the shop were all busy.

Aunt Guan looked around but didn't see any new dishes. She asked, "What are your plans for the new dishes tonight?"

"Yes, yes, Tie Tou is washing them in the backyard. He should be done by now. Let's go check on him." Lan Ya Mei had planned this morning when she went to the meat market: tonight she absolutely had to add her favorite ingredient—pig intestines!

In the backyard, Tie Tou and his two brothers had thoroughly cleaned dozens of kilograms of pork intestines and were preparing to take them to the kitchen. Lan Ya Mei inspected them and was very satisfied. She immediately instructed the kitchen to braise them for an hour and then simmer them for another half hour. Once cooked, they were cut into finger-length pieces, six small pieces per skewer. There were easily two hundred skewers. This stuff was troublesome to process, so it was really hard to price.

For new products, Lan Yamei always demonstrates her processing steps and key points for grilling to the kitchen first. Then, when there are more orders, the kitchen staff can simply follow the same steps.

Lan Ya Mei grilled with great care, while Er Gou, along with his wife and three novices, watched intently. The large intestines sizzled and dripped oil as soon as they hit the grill, releasing wisps of smoke. They were flipped over and brushed with rapeseed oil. Once one side developed small, golden-brown bubbles, they were immediately flipped again, seasoned, and then tossed with seasoning. Twenty skewers were turned and rubbed a few times before being sprinkled with a pinch of white sesame seeds and plated.

The twenty skewers, sizzling with oil, made Lan Ya Mei's mouth water; the more she chewed, the more fragrant they became. She used to love eating them, especially with a little wine—it was wonderful. But after transmigrating here, she discovered that the people here never ate them; they fed them directly to the dogs. She was furious; it was such a waste!

These two offal items today were practically snatched from a dog's mouth. He happily held up a plate of barbecue and asked, "Who wants to eat first?"

As a result, everyone in the store covered their noses, looked disgusted, and refused to eat.

"What? Does this place for storing poop feel disgusting?" Lan Yamei asked directly with a stern face. After all, it was almost opening time, and there was no time for gentle persuasion. "Alright, everyone gather. Tie Tou, go and call them."

Soon everyone gathered in the kitchen. Lan Yamei handed out a skewer to each person, saying, "Now, you all learn from me. I'll take the first bite. Anyone who doesn't eat it can't work in the shop anymore." After saying that, she devoured the skewer in one big bite. It was soft, chewy, and delicious. She thought to herself, "This is such a delicious thing. Since I'm here, I have to promote it. How can I let Gou get it for free?"

No one could quite articulate what they were thinking; they remained silent, sullen, and hesitant, their faces contorted in a grimace. They'd sniff it, turn their heads away, but simply couldn't bring themselves to bite into it. Some even managed to bite off a small piece, about the size of an ant, with their front teeth, chewing it with grimaces and expressions that defied description.

Aunt Guan, however, was the most daring. She bit off two pieces, frowned, chewed a couple of times, then suddenly raised an eyebrow and exclaimed in surprise, "Delicious! Delicious! I never thought this thing would be so delicious!"

"Right! Absolutely delicious, a family recipe passed down through generations." Lan Yamei breathed a sigh of relief; she had indeed received approval.

Tie Tou and Er Gou's mother were both dedicated followers of Lan Ya Mei's business. Even though the thought of pig manure made them nauseous, Guan Da Niang had already eaten it, so the two mustered their courage and ate a large piece. After chewing it for a while, they suddenly felt relieved and exclaimed with delight, "I never thought this stuff was edible! It tastes really good! Oh my! Oh my! You all should try it, this stuff is unexpectedly delicious." As they spoke, they took more from the plate to eat.

Seeing this, the others finally mustered the courage to try it, and needless to say, it received unanimous praise. Gold always shines, and the "King of Fatty Intestines" firmly secured its place.

At this point, Lan Yamei spoke up, "Everyone! Let me say a few words. As people in the catering industry, we must have confidence in our dishes! And unwavering confidence at that! Otherwise, how can we promote them to customers? If we don't even dare to eat them ourselves, how can we introduce the dishes, right?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. At first, they really thought the boss was playing a prank, but the result was unexpected and made them look foolish.

Lan Yamei emphasized to the kitchen staff, "Why didn't you eat the food you made at first? Was it because it was unhygienic, or because you were afraid to eat it? No matter what it is, it's not allowed at Tianxia Diyi Barbecue. Only when you have confidence in what you grill will our customers love our barbecue! The kitchen is the soul; you hold the lifeline of Tianxia Diyi Barbecue in your hands. Therefore, please make sure you develop the good habit of tasting the food."

The people in the kitchen felt somewhat ashamed upon hearing this, embarrassed by their own adherence to conventions.

Lan Yamei then said to the group of people outside who were handling the reception, “If you haven’t even tasted your own food, how can you describe how delicious it is to the guests? If you all find it disgusting, how can you get the guests to spend money? So, you absolutely must try it yourselves, and then enthusiastically promote it. I don’t believe that with your passionate recommendations, the guests won’t be curious? Won’t they want to try it? As long as they order it, we can make money! As long as they taste it and think it’s delicious, we can earn repeat business! That way, everyone will have a generous bonus at the end of the month.”

The people in the front hall also felt a little guilty, though they couldn't explain why, but they were convinced and secretly resolved to do their best.

After saying all that, Lan Yamei said in a relaxed tone, "This skewer, although unprecedented and unparalleled, is not something that was made up out of thin air. Our ancestors sold this skewer to the emperor! The emperor ate it and said it was good, so I priced it at 20 coins a skewer."

"What? The emperor ate it?" Everyone's eyes widened.

"This is a long story, I'll tell you later. Everyone, hurry up and straighten your clothes, get ready to welcome our guests." Lan Yamei changed the subject and went to direct everyone to get to work.