Another day had passed. They had already been here for three days.
Early in the morning, Wang Yan went out to buy fresh meat. Without needing to say anything, Zhuangzhuang took the initiative to help skewer it.
Once Zhuangzhuang came over, Xu Shengli came too. With nothing else to do, Guo Zongbao and the others also came to lend a hand.
Wang Yan asked, "Don't you all have anything to do? I'm only planning to sell a hundred and fifty skewers. Why do I need this many people helping?"
This bunch had taken over every task: grinding spices, skewering the meat, washing the tools. If Wang Yan had not needed to keep the meat pieces consistent in size, he would not even have had to do any work himself.
"Your food is so good, you should make at least three hundred skewers. You could bring in a hundred thousand a month, a million a year," Tao Liangliang said enthusiastically. "And, Brother Yan, I think selling lamb skewers alone is too monotonous. Work at it for a while and save up some money, then open a barbecue restaurant. You'll definitely make a fortune."
"That's right. Your barbecue is so darn delicious, you won't have to worry about selling it. You'll definitely make big money." Guo Zongbao smiled honestly again. "When you get rich, don't forget to look after us brothers. I'll skewer the meat for you then. Just pay me whatever you think is fair."
Xu Shengli said, "Brother Bao, why would you still be skewering meat? Aren't you going to act anymore?"
"Hey, it's not like there are roles to play every day. When there's no work, I can't just sit around doing nothing, right? I have to figure out a way to make money. Honestly, I know it too—getting