Although the synthetic meat is cloned from nutrient solution, leading to the absence of connective tissue, blood vessels, and fats, it's purely stacks of muscle cells.
It has no chewiness or flavor, but for players used to real meat, it's still a novelty.
As for those synthetic foods, they're no different from snack sticks for players, and unlike the locals of Night City, they don't eat them daily.
So Potato and the other kept casually stuffing chicken meatballs into their mouths, their eyes fixed on Fender.
They weren't the only group probing for system loopholes; players each had their methods.
And Fender sat there eating and drinking heartily, his eyes scanning the passersby on the street, thoughts unknown.
Soon, all the food and drink on the table were crammed into his stomach. Fender stood up, clapped his hands, grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth, and was ready to leave without any intention of paying the bill.
