...
Chen Gong's words left everyone, who had been full of anticipation for a satisfying meal, dumbstruck.
Even the waiter, who had just come in to serve the dishes, was stunned into silence after hearing them.
For a moment, he didn't know how to introduce the food.
Should he say, "Hello, this is the latissimus dorsi, this is the rectus abdominis, this is the trapezius muscle?"
"Hello... you all..."
"This is... your muscles and fats..."
"Please enjoy slowly..."
After finishing, the waiter beat a hasty retreat.
And the ten people at the table, looking at the eight full plates of meat, suddenly didn't know what to say.
The delightful old eight courses... had they been reduced to combinations of muscles and fats in Chen Gong's eyes?
Although...
They were all anatomists.
But anatomy was confined to laboratories and operating rooms.
It had never been part of the dinner table.
After hesitating for a moment, Qin Xuehai decided to break the awkward silence.
