Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352 Staff Meal

The smell drifting outward, combined with the expressions on the faces inside, was the most effective advertisement the farm had never planned to run.

It didn’t take long for a crowd to form at the pavilion’s edge. Visitors from the other military delegations, guests who hadn’t left yet, everyone who caught a thread of that smell on the air and followed it. They stood there craning their necks, watching the First Military contingent eat with an intensity that bordered on suffering.

“What is that? What are they eating?”

“Is the farm doing lunch service? Why only them?”

“That garden greens, those potatoes, aren’t that the same stuff we just bought?”

“It’s not the same. Cooking is completely different. That smell is on another level.

Eventually, someone cracked. A young man near the front, the straightforward type who didn’t have much patience for watching other people enjoy things he couldn’t have, pushed to the edge of the pavilion and caught Fiona’s eye. “Excuse me. That food. Is it for sale? Whatever it costs, I’ll pay double. Actually, five times, whatever you want.”

That was all it took.

“Yes! Can we buy some? We want it too!”

“Name the price. Just tell us.”

“One for each of us, I’ve got a family of five right here.”

“You can’t only feed some of your guests! We’re customers too!”

The crowd pressed closer, voices overlapping, every face turned toward Fiona and toward the meal containers still in hand among the First Military guests.

Fiona hesitated, genuinely uncertain. This hadn’t been part of the plan. She was about to reach for her communicator to check with Elizabeth when a familiar voice came from outside the crowd.

“What’s going on? Why is everyone shouting?”

Elizabeth coasted in on her little motorbike and stopped at the edge of the crowd, which parted for her without being asked. Every face turned to her, openly hopeful.

She took in the scene with a single sweep, the First Military guests in the pavilion looking deeply satisfied with grease on their lips, and the crowd outside looking like they hadn’t eaten in three days, and her expression didn’t change. But she’d already known something like this would happen.

She’d planned on it, actually.

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