Urban Super Food City System

"Sorry, I don't sell alcohol in my shop."

Wei Suoyu said apologetically, no matter whether they were bad students or not, Wei Suoyu would never sell them alcohol.

One is because Wei Suoyu's brewing level is too high. I am afraid that even a mid-level C-level gourmet can't compare with Wei Suoyu.

Taking out any kind of wine at will will reveal one's own strength.

It was only when Wei Suoyu used matsutake that he took out one of them.

"I didn't ask you, even if you sell wine, your wine may not be as good as ours."

The yellow-haired boy gave Wei Suoyu a contemptuous look, and took out another small plastic bottle from his bag.

The wine in the plastic bottle has a yellowish color, no bubbles on the surface, like clear water, and it is not sticky.

But when the glass of wine was poured out, the eyes of this group of students became like wolves, fierce and longing for the glass of wine.

It was like a wolf who had been hungry for a long time saw the meat.

Even Huang Yuan has such an expression.

Wei Suoyu's face became serious, and then he became vigilant.

This group of people must be members of the Black Food Association, and no one else will use their methods.

What Wei Suoyu didn't expect was that they had already started to attack the wine.

In the past, most of them were just messing around with the dishes. Even if they ate too much, it wouldn't do too much harm to the human body.

And it's not so obvious.

But wine is different.

If people become addicted to alcohol, not to mention too much, just drink one cup per meal, then over time, symptoms such as alcoholic liver will appear on the person.

This is not a joke.

"Okay, let's drink!"

The yellow-haired boy filled up the wine and gave an order.

The other students immediately picked up the glass of wine and swallowed it down.

This was even more shocking, even Zeng Ling who was on the side was frightened by them.

"Is it okay for you to drink like this?"

"This is baijiu, which has a great impact on people's stomachs. No matter what, you have to eat and drink, and taste it little by little."

Zeng Ling couldn't help but say something.

But the yellow-haired boy simply smiled.

They drank all the wine before they began to eat the dishes slowly, as if they felt that the taste of the dishes was not strong enough.

I also dipped the condiments I brought a few times before eating.

"Do you think the taste is not enough? I think the dishes made by Lao Wei are all delicious, and the taste is quite strong."

Zeng Ling was surprised, the people at this table were so strange that she couldn't help asking.

"This is our habit. We think the seasoning made by ourselves is better."

"Would you like to try it?"

The yellow-haired boy's sly eyes flickered, and he invited Zeng Ling to say.

Zeng Ling was really moved by what he said.

Just as he was about to go, Wei Suoyu coughed lightly:
"Why don't you let me taste it? Just right, I can also learn how to make your seasoning."

"If it's delicious, I can think about adding it to my dishes."

With his back to the group of students, Wei Suoyu kept winking at Zeng Ling, signaling Zeng Ling to go back and sit down.

Wei Suoyu's expression was terrifyingly serious, which Zeng Ling had never seen before.

Zeng Ling, who was frightened by Wei Suoyu's face, didn't know what to do, so he could only sit in his seat and drink wild vegetable soup quietly.

And Wei Suoyu randomly picked up a piece of hare meat, dipped it in some seasoning, put it in his mouth and tasted it.