Chapter 1532: 1485 Eating Even Has a Formula (Alliance Leader Yunjiang's Misty Addition 3)

Arriving at Maoyangdian, Zheng Ren got out of the car. Seeing Zhang Weiyu, who didn't know how long he had been standing outside, coming to greet him.

"You're being too polite." Zheng Ren reached out his hand and shook Zhang Weiyu's.

"Boss Zheng, knowing you don't like socializing, I didn't even invite Jing Fangtian." Zhang Weiyu said: "I was afraid you wouldn't have a good meal."

This person is fine, knowing what he wants.

But after thinking about it, there would definitely be a crowd inside, and Zheng Ren still felt troubled.

Zheng Ren took Xiao Yi Ren's hand, expressed his thanks to Zhang Weiyu, and walked straight into the house.

Sure enough, Zou Yu and Qin Tang were there; Zheng Ren wondered why they didn't need to return to Xianggang.

"Boss, why do you look unwell?" Su Yun sat in a chair, talking with Director Wei, and upon seeing Zheng Ren enter, asked directly.

"It's fine." Zheng Ren put on a standard fake smile, hiding his worries inside.

"A dog's belly can't hold two taels of sesame oil." Su Yun said disdainfully, "Hurry up, I'm hungry. After doing surgery with you, I don't even get a snack afterward. Boss, you're too stingy."

Zheng Ren held Xie Yiren's hand, slightly sweating. Xie Yiren knew what he was thinking, gently pinched him to comfort him.

"Boss Zheng, please sit, please sit." After entering the house, Zhang Weiyu's expression became a bit reserved, like a standard businessman, "We've imported some Australian Angus beef; everyone try it."

"Old Zhang, how does your Maoyangdian sell beef?" Su Yun asked with a smile.

"This season, mutton isn't very tasty. After autumn, when the sheep fatten up, business gets better." Zhang Weiyu explained with a smile.

"Is it Australian Wagyu?" Chang Yue, not quite understanding, asked Su Yun softly.

"Wagyu is just hype; what's good about it?" Su Yun said disdainfully.

"Yun Ge'er, you can't say that." Seeing Chang Yue arrive, Zou Yu sat directly beside Su Yun, for some reason feeling especially unhappy.

Hearing Chang Yue ask about Australian Wagyu, she couldn't help but sneer.

"Oh?" Su Yun raised her head and glanced at Zou Yu.

"Australia has no Wagyu in the strict sense. Although advertisements claim 90% purebred Wagyu, the verification is fake. There's a Michelin restaurant in Xianggang that serves quite authentic Wagyu." Zou Yu said.

"Black-haired hybrid? The set of rules they've come up with is almost becoming industry standard." Su Yun said disdainfully: "Wagyu and diamonds, in my view, are both successful cases of commercial hype. Boss Zhang is still down-to-earth; he didn't say he'd get us purebred Wagyu meat."

"Why?" Chang Yue didn't understand.

"Because of mad cow disease, our country doesn't import Japanese beef." Su Yun laughed: "So any restaurant sign that just says Wagyu is fake; you can report them to the Bureau of Industry and Commerce."

Su Yun heard the mockery in Zou Yu's words and immediately retorted without hesitation.

"Either it's smuggled or counterfeit." Su Yun smiled and said.

Although she was arguing, her retort was reasonable, well‑measured, graceful, and effortlessly elegant.

"Uh… I see Wagyu everywhere in barbecue shops, and it's especially pricey—I've never tried it." Chang Yue, not feeling any hostility from Zou Yu, adjusted his glasses and said.

"There are genuine ones too, but they lack inspection." Su Yun said: "Do you know which country imports the most Wagyu in the world?"

Chang Yue shook his head; Zou Yu didn't know either.

Nobody would normally know something like that.

"Cambodia." Zheng Ren said: "Anyway, just don't eat Wagyu. In Xianggang, Japanese beef imports were only opened in 2015; before that, the Michelin restaurant Miss Zou mentioned would face the situation Su Yun described."

"..." Zou Yu felt frustrated.

Boss Zheng and Su Yun cooperate well in surgery; when they argue, one throws out a topic while the other occasionally explains from the side.

And what they say is still true.

"You're a doctor; what does Xianggang's 2015 opening of Wagyu imports have to do with you? Do you need to know it so thoroughly?"

Zou Yu felt a bit stifled.

She didn't want to make the atmosphere too awkward, but their words made her feel uncomfortable.

"Even if my family wants to eat Wagyu, do I still need to care about Xianggang Food Safety Center's regulations?" But it's hard to say that outright.

Really infuriating.

"Cambodia, huh." Xie Yiren laughed: "No wonder I said I wanted to make Wagyu at home to eat, but my dad wouldn't allow it."

"Over there, mad cow disease is rampant, and smuggled beef often has problems. In April 2016, the Xianggang Food and Environmental Bureau seized 101 boxes of beef from the nuclear disaster zone." Su Yun said with a smile.

"Hmm, so Boss Zhang is still sincere; actually, Angus beef feels safer to eat." Zheng Ren said.

Although he hadn't eaten it, he had seen similar bits of knowledge; saying it offhand didn't make him look weak.

Zhang Weiyu had been worried about being looked down on, but he didn't expect Boss Zheng and Su Yun, exchanging sentences, to say everything he wanted to say.

What they said was correct, but if the boss himself said it, it would feel a bit off.

"Actually, the Wagyu standard is still pretty good." Su Yun also ignored Zou Yu, "but it's a scam sold to foreigners, made too refined, so it ends up looking fake."

"How?" Zou Yu, not knowing why, couldn't contain her inner anger, her voice slightly sharp, asked.

"Kobe beef? It's actually just Tajima cattle. I studied it before; the last time Sister Lin invited me to barbecue, I said that. In terms of meat quality, Tajima cattle can only be called average, while Ōmi beef, Matsusaka beef, Yonezawa beef, Maezawa beef, and Hida beef are all edible. Japanese people usually eat Matsusaka beef, not Tajima."

Having previously heard Su Yun talk about black‑haired hybrids, Zou Yu knew this was a sensible person, so she swallowed her anger and stayed silent.

"What standard?" Chang Yue asked.

"It's complicated; you wouldn't understand." Su Yun, who habitually argues, casually retorted back at Chang Yue.

Su Yun's arguing never needs a reason.

"..." Chang Yue's sharp gaze peeked out from behind his glasses, fixed on Su Yun.

"Don't listen to him." Zheng Ren mediated: "The standard for evaluating marbled meat is 67.37 + (0.13 × the area of the longest muscle in the chest) + (0.667 × the thickness of the brisket) – (0.025 × the weight of frozen meat) – (0.896 × the thickness of subcutaneous fat) + 2.049"

"

He took Xiao Yi Ren's hand with his left, and with his right held a chopstick, scribbling the formula in the air on the table.

Science geek, even eating a meal has a formula.

"Above 72 points is A‑rank, 72‑69 is B‑rank, below 69 is C‑rank. That's more detailed than the visual 1‑5 grade." Su Yun greatly agreed with Zheng Ren's statement.

"All this talk about frost or no frost is nonsense. Meat—if it sizzles with oil, it's fragrant when eaten." Su Yun said insistently.

Zou Yu wondered, could fatty meat be the same as marbled Wagyu?

Nonsense!

However, she prudently thought that such an obvious loophole must be a trap...