In a private room of a fully automated restaurant, various colors of artificial protein paste under the effect of holographic projection turn into exquisite dishes. Meanwhile, the olfactory adjuster under the table starts operating, and for a moment, various aromas hit the nose, combining color, aroma, taste, and artistic presentation, all at a master-level standard.
This is not the power of masters, but the power of technology.
Big Muscle Dominator poked the lobster with a fork, the white lobster meat was bouncy, wobbling like jelly.
"How is this done?" Big Muscle Dominator muttered.
"The fork has a tactile adjuster, mimicking the texture of lobster. On this planet, if you want to eat authentic seafood, it has to be shipped from the old extraterrestrial colonies."
Eldest Brother Hui skillfully snapped his fingers, and the chair automatically elevated, transforming into a baby seat.
