Urban Super Food City System

"Why can't we make better fermented bean curd? I think the fermented bean curd here should still have a lot of room for improvement."

"For example, the fermented bean curd here can be made more fresh and tender, and more styles of fermented bean curd can be made. There is no need to specialize in the taste of salty and umami."

Wei Suoyu was also very puzzled.

"Yes, we can all eat the problem you have eaten, but it has become a problem in making fermented bean curd."

"No matter how we improve or create, we can't make progress, we can only make it more and more unpalatable."

"So most of us in the NA City Gourmet Association chose to improve other dishes, thus giving up this piece of fermented bean curd."

The young man sighed again, seemingly displeased with them.

"Then why do you still eat fermented bean curd here? Don't tell me you want to take a wrong approach and improve delicious fermented bean curd for them to see?"

Wei Suoyu saw the anger and unwillingness in the young man's heart, so he asked a question tentatively.

Unexpectedly, this sentence aroused a flame in the young man's heart.

He slapped the table hard and shouted on the spot:

"I must improve a piece of fermented bean curd that is an F-grade delicacy and let them see it!"

After saying this sentence, it seemed that the young man had exhausted all his strength, and he kept panting there.

"Hey, let's see who this is?"

"Is Zeng Jun always ranked last in our NA City Gourmet Association assessment?"

"What? You still want to improve fermented bean curd, which is an F-level delicacy? Don't be stupid, don't you see that our managers haven't improved such a dish? You still want to improve it, it's absurd."

Discordant voices came from outside the store, and people who were about the size of Zeng Jun walked into the store one by one.

There weren't many people who came, but there were four or five. The store was not big in the first place, and as soon as they walked in, it quickly felt crowded.

"Why can't I improve? Do I have to report to you if I improve a dish?"

Zeng Jun's tone became softer and softer, and his volume also changed from loud to soft.

It can be seen that he is often bullied by this group of people, so that he has no confidence in speaking in front of them.

"Hey? Zeng Jun, you dare to refute us! Do you want to fail the next assessment?"

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you hugged Cheng Guanshi's thigh recently."

"It's just us here, you still haven't been able to pass the test!"

The more this group of people talked, the more complacent they were, and they almost didn't talk on Zeng Jun's body.

"I said it's enough for you to talk about it. Don't push yourself too hard. Everyone has dignity. He is now the last one in the Gourmet Association's assessment, so who knows if he will become more powerful in the future?"

At this time, Wei Suoyu suddenly stood up, stood in front of Zeng Jun, and refuted all the words of this group of people.

"Who are you? Can you control the affairs of our Gourmet Association?"

"That's right, he's just a piece of trash. Let's talk about what happened to him. What's the matter with you?"

This group of people was dissatisfied. They felt that Wei Suoyu had disturbed their interest in bullying Zeng Jun.

"I am also a gourmet, if you are not convinced, you can challenge me!"

"No matter which aspect of the food, I can accept it!"

Wei Suoyu had just finished a challenge match, and he still had a lot of interest in this challenge match, so he was not afraid at all, and instead encouraged them to challenge himself.