Urban Super Food City System

Of course, Wei Suoyu didn't take the small members of the Black Food Club seriously. They were just sent here to take care of the stall, and they weren't even considered real members.

But along the way, almost every stall is managed by the staff of the Black Food Association. Even if they are not members of the Black Food Association, they always wear the gourmet badge on their chests.

It seems to be deterring the people of the Black Food Association, telling them to keep their eyes open and not to touch the stalls of these powerful people.

Most of these gourmets are F-level gourmets, and E-level food is even more rare.

But it’s also true to think about it, one of the better dishes of an E-level gourmet can sell tens of thousands, how can it be possible to sell snacks here?
Wei Suoyu searched for a while according to the information on his mobile phone, and finally found a few wooden benches and a table that looked very tattered in a corner.

Wei Suoyu didn't understand why these reclusive people like to stay in this kind of place.

Can't we find a better hotel?At least it's much more comfortable there than these places.

"Brother Xiong, hurry up, I'm starving to death, when will my twenty Overlord Shrimp Dumplings come?"

"Boss Xiong, I want three servings of high-quality rice wine, and ten jewels of siu mai!"

"Uncle Xiong, I want two diamond buns, pack them up and go."

When Wei Suoyu walked into this corner, the greetings never stopped.

They all called the same surname, and Wei Suoyu's pupils shrank when he heard it.

"I think we've found the place."

Wei Suoyu's eyes lit up, and he looked directly at a thin man who was busy at the small stall.

Wei Suoyu didn't bother him, but quietly stayed aside, observing the man carefully.

Whether it is the way he makes dumplings, or the various techniques he is using.

They are all skills of B-level gourmets, and the meals they make must be B-level gourmets.

Although there is no food shadow, even B-level gourmet food can sell for tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions.

But Wei Suoyu looked up, but only saw these big characters written on the small stall:

"[-] yuan for buns, [-] yuan for shrimp dumplings, [-] yuan for steamed buns, and siu mai"

It's hard to imagine that a B-grade delicacy only sells for such a small amount of money.

Moreover, the guests who come here are not noble people, but migrant workers who have just finished work and come to rest and eat some snacks.

Of course, it's only noon.

Wei Suoyu observed this small stall all day, and Xiong Zhang all day.

It was found that none of the guests who came here were wealthy guests.

Moreover, their relationship with Xiong Zhang is also very close, which is different from the usual relationship between shopkeepers and customers.

In the afternoon, there are a group of white-collar workers who are off work. They also come here to eat snacks and relax.

It seems that here, they can forget all their worries and troubles.

Or if you can't solve the problem even eating, you will talk to Xiong Zhang.

Xiong Zhang was also happy to answer for him.

All of this was a sight that Wei Suoyu had never seen before.

At around 09:30 in the evening, the number of customers on the small stall finally became scarce.

Only then did Wei Suoyu have the opportunity to sit down without arguing.

"Boss, do you have only one kind of food here?"

Wei Suoyu found it strange that these steamed buns were steamed buns, and steamed buns were steamed buns.

No matter how small the shop is, there are fresh meat, sauced meat, and mandarin ducks, right?
But there is nothing here, which is not in line with Xiong Zhang's strength.