Urban Super Food City System

Chapter 482 You, come here, make me a stir-fried vegetable

Hearing Huang Mengling's explanation, the chief chef was obviously taken aback.

Turning around and looking at Wei Suoyu in the field several times, he slowly turned his head and asked Huang Mengling:

"Is he really Mr. Wei?"

Seeing the cautious appearance of the head chef, Huang Mengling felt a little funny.

You know, just now the chief chef was quite airy.

After knowing Wei Suoyu's identity, he became so careful.

"That's right, he is Mr. Wei, that's why I rushed here in such a hurry."

Seeing Wei Suoyu getting louder and more fierce in the field, Huang Mengling also looked a little anxious.

"Then what are you waiting for? Quickly persuade President Wei to come down!"

The chief chef now finally understands why Huang Mengling rushed over in such a hurry.

It turned out that their immediate superiors had come to investigate, but he was still stupid and didn't know anything.

In the middle of the kitchen surrounded by many chefs, Wei Suoyu was still arguing with that chef.

I don't know why, Wei Suoyu can lose his temper especially today.

Perhaps it was because the grievances accumulated over the years were enough, and Wei Suoyu just found an outlet at this time.

"You said there's something wrong with the dishes I cook? I think you're a fucking human being, right? Brainless?"

"Don't look at our store now! Let me tell you! It's because we didn't choose the right place!"

"Look at our store in YC City, the business is booming!"

Huang Mengling and the head chef just broke into the 'encirclement' when they heard such a profound topic.

However, Wei Suoyu, as the general manager, does not look like an upper class person today.

Instead, he looked like a street gangster, cursing at the chef.

"Your cooking is okay? Then let me ask you, why are there so few customers in the store?"

"TMD, it's just that your cooking is unpalatable, it's simply hard to swallow!"

While talking, Wei Suoyu still made a look of vomiting, as if he really wanted to vomit.

"NMD, do you have the guts to say it again? How dare you say that my cooking is unpalatable?"

Looking at the 'battle situation' in the field is getting more and more intense.

Huang Mengling and the head chef decided not to watch anymore, and rushed forward in twos and threes to comfort them.

"Xiaolong, Xiaolong, calm down, a chef can't satisfy everyone's taste, even if you are a master chef, that won't work."

"Don't compete with him, there will be no good results."

The chief chef said earnestly.

The chef called Xiaolong was about to say something, but was stunned by Huang Mengling's next words.

"Mr. Wei, you are the general manager and chairman of our company, why are you so grumpy today?"

"He's just a little chef, you don't need to be so angry?"

Wei Suoyu didn't think it was a big deal, he was already distracted by work all day long.

I just want to find a place to vent.

It just so happened that the chef hit the muzzle of the gun, of course Wei Suoyu shot without any hesitation.

After arguing for so long, Wei Suoyu felt much better.

But the chef who is called Xiaolong is not feeling well.

"Mr. Wei? Did I scold Mr. Wei?"

Xiaolong, who was told the truth by the chief chef, muttered absentmindedly.

"Okay, it's okay, Mr. Wei won't care about it."

Although the chief chef was still comforting him like this, it was obviously useless.

The chef called Xiaolong seemed to have been frightened stupid, and he was still standing there with blank eyes.

Wei Suoyu didn't continue to trouble him, but stepped forward, pointed to another chef and said:

"You, come here, make me a stir-fried seasonal vegetable."