Zhong Yuanlong nodded slightly to Jiang Ning, "You see for yourself, is this not meat?"
The bag in his hand was transparent, and the various types of meat neatly packed inside were clearly visible—even though they were refrigerated, one could distinguish their kind by their color and shape: there was chicken, pig's trotters, and knuckle meat.
Song Sheng, who was closest to the freezer, glanced at the meat in Zhong Yuanlong's hand and then looked down into the freezer again.
A cold chill rushed at him as he peered into the packed freezer, which contained many semi-finished dishes similar to the ones in Zhong Yuanlong's hand, but even more of them were palm-sized ice packs.
However, upon further thought, if Zhong Yuanlong had placed so many ice packs to prevent the dishes from thawing and spoiling, then it made sense.
