Chen Lin did not answer immediately.
He felt the four gazes fixed on him from across the sofa, almost tangible, each carrying a mountain's worth of weight and expectation.
An Changlin and the others did not rush him.
After a long while, Chen Lin raised his head to meet their burning gazes, a composed smile curving his lips.
"Mayor An, Teacher Gao, Elder Ji, Elder Ding."
"As for an unlimited supply of these ingredients, I can't guarantee that."
His voice was quiet, yet the air in the sitting room suddenly seemed heavier.
Ding Yizhen and Ji Changmin unconsciously slowed their breathing.
Then Chen Lin changed tack, a hint of playfulness flashing in his clear eyes.
"But..."
He deliberately paused, tapping his fingertips lightly against the sofa's armrest. Each tap tugged at their heartstrings.
"Supplying them for a few years shouldn't be a problem!"
Boom!
That casually delivered sentence exploded like a soundless thunderclap in the minds of all four powerful men!
A few years!
They had only eaten a handful of meals, and their bodies had already undergone a remarkable transformation!
If they could keep eating this food for years!
Wouldn't that restore vitality to these aging bodies and bring them back to their prime in their forties or fifties?
What would that mean?
At that thought, Gao Yuliang's composure faltered.
Normally as steady as a mountain, unflinching even in the face of disaster, Gao Yuliang could no longer remain seated.
He sprang to his feet and braced both hands on the coffee table before him, his knuckles turning white with the force. His entire upper body leaned forward as he stared intently at Chen Lin.
"Xiao Chen! Is that really true?!"
His voice carried a tremor he did not even notice.
Chen Lin nodded calmly, his signature warm smile