You get invited over to a family dinner by a friend who just so happens to be Chinese. You sit around the dinner table with them and everyone starts eating. You take a few pieces from a dish, eat it and then ask them what it is because you love it so much.
The mother and father look at each other, mutter some words in their native tongue and then look back at you and say, "Eat, it's good. It's meat."
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