Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 531

Chapter 531 Meat, Eggs, and Milk

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Still, almost every day, customers waiting in line would ask the staff at Tycoon Farm the same thing after buying the fruits and vegetables they came for.

“So when’re you guys finally gonna start selling meat, eggs, and milk?”

“Seriously, Seafarm Group’s unbelievable! They’re forcing be to buy garbage!”

“My boy’s still growing, and all he drinks every day is those nutrient shakes. It kills me just looking at him. If your farm started selling eggs and milk, that’d be a lifesaver.”

“I heard your boss is supposed to be amazing, right? Can’t they figure something out? Honestly, even if it costs more, we’d still buy it.”

Some especially enthusiastic regulars even pulled Fiona or the cashiers aside and whispered mysteriously, “You want me to introduce you to some good mercenary teams? I know a few groups that specialize in hunting red–skinned hogs and wild chickens on the waste planet. They’ve got connections. Guaranteed fresh meat and eggs. Price is negotiable!”

Faced with all the hopeful–even desperate–questions, Fiona and the staff at Tycoon Farm could only respond with polite, apologetic smiles. The answers they gave were always pretty much the same.

“Sorry, we don’t have plans for that at the moment.

“Right now, the farm is focused on fruits and vegetables. We aren’t planning to sell meat, eggs, or milk yet.

“Thanks for the suggestion. We’ll pass it along to the boss.

“Please give us a little more time.”

Those answers were like buckets of cold water thrown one after another, dousing the sparks of hope that had just begun to kindle in people’s eyes.

Disappointed, most people had no choice but to keep putting up with Seafarm Group’s exploitation. Others, like Vance, sank into deeper anxiety and conflict.

Ever since the day Vance argued with Seafarm Group and declared that he would rather live off nutrient shakes than ever step foo in one of their stores again, he had been showing up at Mercury Plaza every single day.

But his son, who was still in elementary school, was at the most important stage for developing mental power.

After going so long without real animal protein and living almost entirely on nutrient shakes, the effects were finally starting to

show.

His son’s mental power test scores had dropped noticeably. Even the boy’s once energetic spirit companion had become sluggish and weak. His teacher had gently suggested that Vance pay closer attention to the kid’s nutrition.

ke a thorn driven deep into his chest.

there holding a nutrient shake with that listless, dispirited look, hearing his wife’s quiet sighs of worry, Vance torment and self–reproach.

ation of his, that he would rather drink nutrient shakes than set foot in Seafarm Group again, now felt impossibly

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Chapter 531 Meat. Eggs and Milk

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For his son’s sake, was time to swallow his pride? To quietry ask someone to buy from Seafarm Group on his behalf? It would be no different from slapping himself in the face. It went against his principles But his sons future…

Vance had never felt so torn and helpless in his life.

Every time Vance stood in line at Tycoon Farm, looking at all those fresh, high–quality fruits and vegetables, part of him felt relieved. At least he could still give his son the best plant–based nutrition out there. But the lack of real meat, eggs, and milk still weighed heavily on him.

That morning, like always, Vance arrived at Mercury Plaza before sunrise.

A long line still stretched outside Seafarm Supermarket. Over at Tycoon Farm, the crowd was ever bigger, but the mood was noticeably more relaxed.

Vance stood silently in line, watching people walk away with bags stuffed full of fresh produce. A complicated look flickered acros his face.

He picked up the golden corn his son loved and the emerald–green cabbage his wife always bought.

The portions were generous, the prices fair, and the quality flawless.

That eased his mind a little, but the worry over meat, eggs, and milk still weighed heavily on his chest.

Carrying his shopping bag, he didn’t head home right away like he normally would. Instead, he made his way toward Fiona, who was busy keeping the crowd under control.

“Ms. Powell…” His voice was rough with exhaustion, and the anxiety underneath it was impossible to miss. “Sorry to bother you again, but I wanted to ask… is the farm really not planning to sell meat, eggs, or milk anytime soon? Even a small update would help.”

Vance looked at Fiona, his eyes full of desperation, almost pleading.

More than once, he nearly spilled everything about what was happening at home, but his pride kept the words locked in his thre

He had already made up his mind. If Fiona gave him the same answer again–that the farm had no plans to sell them–then he’d call a few old friends today and ask someone to help him buy eggs and milk from Seafarm Group instead.

His son’s condition couldn’t afford any more delays.

Vance was already bracing himself for another letdown. In his head, he was sorting through names–figuring out which old frier he could still trust enough to call in a favor, and how he’d swallow the embarrassment that came with it afterward.

Fiona had been checking inventory on her tablet. At the sound of his voice, she glanced up.

She still wore that same professional smile. But there was something different in her eyes today, subtle and easy to miss. Something like knowing. Maybe even a trace of excitement.

Fiona studied Vance for a moment–his worn–out face, the anxiety etched into every line of it, the way he clutched