That was the truth. The barbarian tribes' main method of cooking was grilling.
A blazing fire ignited in Man Gu's eyes, and his fighting spirit soared.
Lu Yang: "..."
Why were you getting fired up here? We were here to infiltrate the demonic cult, not open a branch of your family business!
Lu Yang sighed. Man Gu refused to lower the quality, so the only option was to raise the prices.
"What'll it be, gentlemen? What kind of wine?"
The two wandering martial artists were also hearty souls. One called out boldly, "The stronger, the better! They call me the Thousand-Cup Drunkard!"
The other shouted, "And they call me the Ten-Thousand-Cup Immortal!"
Lu Yang thought, Quit bragging, you two. Could you even handle two jars of pure alcohol?
In the end, Lu Yang served them two jars of strong baijiu, hoping their capacity for drink was as impressive as their boasts.
Lu Yang greeted customers at the entrance, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Please take a number and wait in line. No cutting! We've prepared free tea and snacks, so please be patient. A table will open up soon!"
"Also, there's no discount for referring customers to our shop, so please stop bringing new people here!"
Lu Yang had no idea whether it would work, but he might as well shout it a couple of times. They couldn't actually open a chain.
The customers in line weren't content to wait quietly. Questions came one after another.
"Can I make a reservation?"
"Do you deliver?"
"Can I book the whole place?"
The customers in line included not only wandering martial artists but also wealthy cultivators.
"Reservations are fine. If you're not too far away, we can deliver, but there'll be an extra service fee. And booking the whole place