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I asked glancing at the leafy greens. He glanced up, he green eyes sparkled ever so slightly."I always eat meat," he tossed me a perfect smile... Literally nothing was stuck in between his teeth."We're wolves." I rolled my eyes taking another bite. "We eat meat.""Just because meat is important doesn't mean I can't have a salad every once in awhile."I glanced at him with suspicion, "They ran out of Cheeseburgers didn't they?"

(Grand Scholar Angelina Hecklersiet) “The amount of meat produce…is just enormous there…I can say that the supplies can last for 2 to 3 years for many smaller nations as all of us….”.(Prince Kaneda Crystal) “...Hohoho…don’t forget, Aeternum standards….knowing them with their high technology of food processing…I am sure all the meat produce that comes from the result of their feats…will comes out as a high grade foods….their can meats…their sausages…hmmm~..I still remember when I dine on them at the New City high end restaurant…I never know that a sausage can be so premium, luxurious and delicious….hoho…”.( Count William Redwall)

Having been friends for a little over two years they had been around each other long enough to have many embarrassing incidents from their social class collisions. Isabelle smirked at her friends and speared another lettuce leaf with her fork. As Ash reached for another chicken wing, she spoke to Isabelle, diverting her attention. "I like eating meat, Izzy. Especially meat with bones. Something about it is really satisfying for me. I mean, I like a lot of meat, but bone-in meat is the best. Probably because we didn't get to eat much meat at the orphanage or maybe because I'm Asian." Ash shrugged and then closed her teeth around the chicken wing in her hand, tearing off a strip of tender meat

The sight that greeted him was magnificent – a lavish spread of various meaty delicacies adorned the table, tempting him with an array of flavors. There were succulent roasted meats, each seasoned to perfection. Juicy cuts of grilled steak, seared to a mouthwatering medium rare, beckoned with their rich aroma. Fragrant herbs and spices infused the air, enhancing the experience. Roasted chicken, its skin crispy and golden, promised a tender and savory delight with each bite. Besides the meats, a selection of sides awaited – from creamy mashed potatoes to roasted vegetables, offering a balance of textures and flavors. The aroma of garlic and herbs mingled with the meats, creating an enticing s

Mia was pushing a shopping cart that was already packed with groceries—seasonings, fruits, and vegetables. “Let’s check out the meat section,” Sarah suggested. Zachary nodded, following her. As they browsed the meat aisle, Mia clung tightly to Sarah’s hand, squeezing it so hard it began to hurt. Under the UV light, the meat looked almost too vivid, making Mia visibly uneasy. She began murmuring nervously, “Let me go, let me go. My brother will save me.” Sarah quickly covered Mia’s eyes. “It’s okay, Mia. We’ll leave in a moment.”

On Friday night, I made a full table of simple, homemade dishes. Meatloaf. Barbecue pork ribs. Grilled lamb chops. All the things Harry and Adrian used to love. All labeled as junk food by Larisse. When Harry came home with Adrian and saw the table full of "forbidden" dishes, his face turned green. "Suzy, what's this supposed to mean?" Adrian pinched his nose, his face twisting in disgust. "It's so greasy. Mom, this isn't healthy. You shouldn't be eating this."

We stopped at one of the food stalls, where a group of werewolves were cooking up huge slabs of meat over an open flame. Nikau grabbed a plate and loaded it up with meat, handing me a piece with a grin. "It's delicious," he said, taking a bite of his own. "Try it." I took a bite, and my taste buds exploded with flavor. The meat was tender and juicy, with just the right amount of seasoning. I couldn't believe how good it was.

And this scenario was feeling very familiar. Isolated farmhouse out in the sticks. Surprisingly friendly matron-type with the racist baby; eyeing up the chubby girl and practically licking her lips; force-feeding the skinny girl in an effort to fatten her up... It’d make you wonder what kind of meat was in the shepherd’s pie, right? “This looks fantastic,” I said, moving the food around my plate, looking for a finger or eyeball, “what kind of meat is it?” “Mutton. Do you have that where you come from?”

"Your boots actually went to a trash dump like that?" "Absolutely, Alpha!" Myles lies as smoothly as his chest breathes the air. "It is worth the long drive into the lower woods. Their red sauce hits your tongue like old childhood memories. That kind of wild flavor? Your mouth will never get it in those overpriced five-star alpha restaurants uptown. And my wolf isn't the only one who goes there—Aron and Hugh are completely hooked on the meat too." My cold gaze shifts instantly to Aron and Hugh where they stand by the wall. "Is that the truth? Your beasts like that dirty alley too?"

"What's wrong, Daphne?" "Nothing. Nothing." I felt nervous and uncomfortable. This impulse of passion came out of the blue while I was having a serious conversation with Asher. "How about we have lunch? Are you hungry?" "Don't take me to your weird recommendations. I just want to eat nearby." "How about we have lunch at EatMeat?" EatMeat is a restaurant that serves various steaks with meat from various countries. Horse meat is the most favored menu there. A five-star meat restaurant is nearby. It's in the hotel and mall area. A good choice.