The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 354 - So You Want to Eat Stinky Tofu

This group was always bursting with bizarre ideas.

?No wonder Mr. Sun was often seen shaking his head wherever he went.

It turned out he had quite the unique palate.

Everyone has their own tastes, after all.

What was Mr. Sun's preference? He had a fondness for pungent things.

It was hard to believe that Mr. Sun enjoyed such odors.

Wang Liang felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

Just as Mr. Sun was about to leave, right at the doorstep, Wang Liang learned of his penchant for stinky foods.

This revelation would surely spread like wildfire, and from then on, others would know to prepare such fare for Mr. Sun.

Life offered a myriad of flavors, but it seemed that the stinkiest were the best.

Wang Liang had uncovered this truth, yet he reaped no benefit from it, inadvertently passing the advantage to others.

He wanted to cry but found himself unable to shed a tear, feeling both helpless and aggrieved.

It seemed his luck was simply not on his side.

“Delicious! Top Grade!” Sun Jianjun exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement.

He then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a look of sheer bliss on his face.

Witnessing this, Wang Liang couldn't help but think to himself, “Mr. Sun, are you for real? You're not pulling my leg, are you?”

The situation was utterly baffling.

The scent nearly made Wang Liang gag, yet Mr. Sun was proclaiming it to be Top Grade?

“Boss Wang, what is this?” Sun Jianjun, eyes wide open, clutched Wang Liang's shoulder and asked with fervor.

Wang Liang was taken aback by the attention.

The crux of the issue was that he had no idea what the source of the smell was.

All he could do was respond truthfully, “I don't know.”

Wang Liang had the impulse to smack himself.

He was troubled by his own ignorance. How could he have predicted Mr. Sun's peculiar taste?

If only he had known sooner, he would have made preparations for Mr. Sun in advance.

Had the aroma been from a certain food, Wang Liang would have ensured it was ready beforehand, and today's events would have unfolded much more smoothly.

At that moment, Sun Jianjun turned and, with eyes closed, began searching for the source of the smell.

He sniffed to the left, then to the right.

He rushed to the doorway, continuing his quest for the elusive scent.

The reporters trailing behind him remained quiet, following in mute astonishment, none daring to utter a word.

The reporters were baffled. They couldn't help but notice that Mr. Sun's method of tracking down a scent was reminiscent of a police dog.

His technique was impressively professional.

As whispers of curiosity spread among the onlookers, Sun Jianjun's eyes suddenly sparkled with recognition.

He appeared to have pinpointed the origin of the odor.

Mr. Sun, elated, dashed off toward the location.

The onlookers were astounded by the sight.

The reporters and service staff had been waiting there for quite some time.

?They had all detected the odor earlier but had failed to locate where it was coming from.

Yet, Mr. Sun managed to identify the source in short order.

Everyone present couldn't help but admire Mr. Sun's keen ability.

Sun Jianjun led the way, with Wang Liang trailing behind him.

A host of security personnel followed Wang Liang, along with a throng of reporters.

And behind the reporters, a crowd of onlookers eager for news tagged along.

Their curiosity was piqued.

They could tell that the man leading the pack was no ordinary individual.

They were all eager to discover where he was headed and what he intended to do.

Had he stumbled upon something?

The spectators were adamant that they wouldn't be able to sleep that night unless they figured out what this man was up to.

Meanwhile, Su Ming was packing up his stall.

The System had tasked him with selling all his stinky tofu, but he wasn't about to undermine the livelihood of his fellow vendors just to fulfill this mission.

Life was hard for those running street stalls, enduring the sweltering heat of summer and the biting cold of winter, all while relying on their craft to make ends meet.

?Su Ming knew that if he took business away from others just to complete his mission, he would be wracked with guilt.

Having organized most of the items on the table, Su Ming crouched down to tidy up the contents of his cart.

He made sure the disposable lunch boxes were neatly stacked, and the gas canister was securely closed to prevent any leaks.

With everything in order, Su Ming looked up, ready to head home.

But as he was about to leave, he was met with an unexpected sight.

A middle-aged man stood before Su Ming, backed by an entourage of people.

?Su Ming was at a loss for what the man wanted.

Puzzled, he thought to himself that while his stinky tofu might have a strong odor, it surely couldn't have drawn such a crowd.

This is completely unreasonable!

Could they possibly be here to attack him?

Su Ming reassured himself internally, “We live in a society governed by the rule of law.”

Sure, his stinky tofu was quite pungent, but he was just about to pack up for the day. Surely he hadn't offended anyone, had he?

The other vendors, witnessing the commotion, assumed the group had come to confront Su Ming.

They were thrilled at the prospect and hoped the group would swiftly send Su Ming on his way.

After all, the odor of Su Ming's stinky tofu was so overpowering that they found it hard to think straight.

They had encountered other stinky tofu sellers before, but none whose product was as malodorous as Su Ming's.

Yet, considering Su Ming's poor sales that day, the vendors found it in their hearts to forgive him.

Still, the mood on-site was incredibly awkward.

Su Ming stepped back, adopting a defensive stance.

Sun Jianjun was visibly eager, while his companion looked puzzled.

?Reporters swarmed in with their gear, encircling Su Ming's stall.

The other merchants watched with schadenfreude. They had warned Su Ming to leave earlier, but he had ignored them. Now, it seemed, he was facing the consequences.

They were also astonished that Su Ming's stinky tofu had drawn such a crowd.

The reporters felt a sense of resignation.

They too were struggling with the stench, but the story appeared to be a scoop they couldn't afford to miss.

Curiosity-seekers were also put off by the smell, yet they were reluctant to pass up the chance to uncover some juicy gossip.

After enduring for what seemed like an eternity, Su Ming could no longer contain himself.

He blurted out, “Sir, what exactly do you want?”

Taken aback, Sun Jianjun responded, “Didn't I explain it to you just now?”

Su Ming was puzzled. “When did you say that? I didn't hear anything.”

“I didn't say it?” Sun Jianjun blinked, turning to glance at his followers.

“You didn't say anything,” they responded in unison, shaking their heads.

Sun Jianjun paused, taken aback.

?Maybe his craving for the stinky tofu was so intense that he had imagined their entire conversation in his head, convinced he had already spoken to Su Ming.

“Give me some stinky tofu!”

Sun Jianjun rubbed his hands together, his face alight with desire and anticipation.

The people around were completely taken aback.

They couldn't believe their eyes.

Mr. Sun had gone to such lengths, sprinting all the way here, just for a serving of stinky tofu?

The nearby vendors nearly burst into tears.

They had assumed this crowd had come to chase Su Ming away, only to find out they were actually here to buy stinky tofu.

The vendors couldn't fathom that anyone would want to eat such stinky tofu.

And yet, this stinky tofu had drawn quite a crowd.

“Coming right up!” Su Ming answered with joy.

Su Ming had been eagerly awaiting customers for his stinky tofu, and now he wasted no time in preparing it.

He took out six pieces of stinky tofu and dropped them into the fryer.

Afterward, he lifted the tofu out, drizzled it with sauce, sprinkled cilantro on top, and skewered each piece with two bamboo sticks.

Finally, he presented the stinky tofu to Mr. Sun with great respect.