Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268 Frustrated

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Lilith slapped her forehead, her entire face twisted in regret. “Oh no! I was only thinking about my watermelons. I completely forgot about the other seeds!”

Maeve jumped in without hesitation. “I wanted peaches…”

Andrew chimed in right after. “I wanted grapes…”

The three of them looked at each other, regret and longing mirrored in their eyes.

Andrew rubbed his hands together, his expression shifting from disappointment to a calculating glint mixed with genuine foodie desperation. “How about this, sweetheart? Can you reach out to Ms. Schofield again? Ask if she’ll take more of our seeds. We don’t need much—just a box of fruit for every pack of seeds, just enough for us to taste!”

“Yes, yes! I can ask Ms. Schofield!” Lilith’s eyes sparkled. She jumped out of her chair, grabbed her device, and logged in to the Free Market platform.

She found the Interstellar Tycoon account and started typing a message.

That whole afternoon, the solarium was filled with the sounds of happy munching, excited conversations, and endless daydreams about future fruit.

Plate after plate of fries kept coming out, strawberries vanished one after another, and everything was chased down with tea and laughter.

They only stopped when their stomachs were so full they could barely move. All three collapsed into the huge lounge chairs, letting out contented sighs.

The afternoon sunlight slanted across the room, wrapping everything in gentle warmth.

Andrew sprawled in his chair, drifting between drowsiness and wakefulness, when something strange made him rub his temples.

Maeve turned, worry in her voice. “What’s wrong, honey?”

Andrew’s frown slowly faded, replaced by confusion and surprise. “This is odd… I’m not sure if I’m imagining it, but after lying here for a while, my head feels lighter than usual.”

Back when he was young, he’d worked with his father on harsh mining planets, exposed to radiation and wild energy storms.

He built up his fortune, but his mental power took a permanent hit.

Everyone around him suffered higher damage levels than the average person.

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As he got older, that sharp, nagging headache kept coming back, haunting him no matter how much he spent on medical pods or painkillers. Nothing really worked for long.

Right now, though, the heaviness and throbbing pain seemed to have faded. There was a clarity he hadn’t felt in years.

Lilith sat up straight, her eyes wide with surprise and delight. “Dad! Are you serious? Your head feels better? No pain or pressure?”

Andrew sat up, seeing his daughter’s excitement. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling.

The difference was obvious–he knew it wasn’t just in his head.

He nodded. “It’s real. My head’s a lot better. That nagging pain is almost gone.”

“That’s amazing!” Lilith practically jumped out of her chair. “Dad! Mom! I can’t believe I forgot to tell you–did you know there’s a rumor among Ms. Schofield’s regulars?”

“What rumor?”

Maeve and Andrew exchanged a confused look.

Lilith cleared her throat and adopted a serious expression. “People say Ms. Schofield’s potatoes, sweet potatoes, and strawberries can heal mental damage.”

Worried they might not believe her, Lilith pulled up her device and quickly found the Interstellar Tycoon account. She scrolled through the customer reviews and comments.

“Look, guys! It’s not just a rumor. So many people say it really works! Here, someone says her nephew’s in the military, and his mental damage level dropped after eating this stuff. Here, a woman says her husband’s chronic condition got a lot better. And here, this person says their regular checkups show the numbers are really dropping!”

Her finger flew as she stopped at a detailed comment. “Look at this! This person says their family member had a damage level as high as 77%, but after eating Ms. Schofield’s potatoes and sweet potatoes for a while, the latest test says it dropped to 61%! That’s 16 points down! People never even dreamed that was possible before!”

Andrew and Maeve leaned in close to the holographic screen, reading every review word by word. Their faces shifted from shock to disbelief, and then to hope and excitement.

“Could it really be true?” Maeve whispered, grabbing her husband’s hand, her voice shaking. “Honey, if this really works, maybe your headaches… maybe they could finally be cured?”

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