Fang Zheng's question completely killed the conversation. Not only were the three scientists dumbfounded, even old Mr. Hammond did not know what to say. Fortunately, the arrival of Hammond's grandchildren eased the awkward atmosphere. Hammond then invited everyone to board the driverless tour vehicles for a trip through Jurassic Park.
Fang Zheng and Claire took seats in the last vehicle and set off on the journey.
"Lord Fang Zheng, you seem very interested in dinosaur meat?"
After getting into the car, Claire looked at Fang Zheng curiously and asked. She could tell that he had not merely been talking nonsense earlier; he truly seemed interested.
"Of course. I've always wanted to eat dinosaur meat... Why else would I come all this way?"
Fang Zheng stretched, then leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. He remembered watching a cartoon called The Flintstones when he was young. The cavemen in it often made all kinds of dinosaur meat dishes, and it had made him drool. He had always wanted to know what dinosaur meat tasted like.
Unfortunately, there was naturally no dinosaur meat to eat in reality.
That was why, after seeing the news about Jurassic Park, Fang Zheng had eagerly brought Claire here. He had originally hoped Hammond would cook him some dinosaur dishes, but instead he had been served seafood... Really, Hammond, what was wrong with you? People lived off the mountains near mountains and off the sea near the sea. You had dinosaurs right beside you, yet you ate seafood? What kind of nonsense was that?
Wouldn't braised Thunder Dragon or charcoal-grilled Tyrannosaurus be better? Dinosaurs were huge, too. Slaughtering one Thunder Dragon would be enough to feed people for several weeks. Such excellent food, and you would not even take a bite, choosing seafood instead?
But