Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353 Four Hundred in Ten Minutes

Fiona ran the numbers quickly in her head. About 500 portions, boss. But those are reserved for

“Keep a hundred for the staff. The other 400; Elizabeth said, turning to face the crowd, we’ll sell 10.000 stellar coins a portion. One per person. If you want one, go register with Fiona now, pay upfront, and collect with your ticket. First come, first served”

10,000 stellar coins. For a boxed lunch.

The number landed like a dropped tray. Several people audibly inhaled.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, “Too expensive?”

She was already wondering if she’d overshot when the crowd proved her spectacularly wrong.

“10,000? For something that smells like that? Ms. Schofield, are you running a charity?”

“Seriously! One small side dish at Starway Diner costs more than that!”

“See, I told you, she acts all no-nonsense but she’s genuinely generous!”

Elizabeth wanted to disappear into the ground.

She’d undersold it. Badly. She was paying the price for not knowing what she didn’t know, and it stung.

Fine. When her private shipping lane was up and running, she was going to spend serious time learning exactly what the top end of Centria Planet’s market looked like, and she was going to price accordingly. For now, she swallowed the loss and worked on making peace with it.

It’s fine, Garden greens and potatoes have the highest yield anyway, so the margins are what they are. The other varieties can be repriced later. And once the farm has meat, I’m making back everything I’m leaving on the table today.

With that settled internally, she gave the crowd a cool nod, swung back onto her motorbike, and left.

The Hewitt family’s designated representative had arrived. She needed to go meet them properly.

Behind her, the crowd imploded.

“Two portions! One for me and one for my wife!”

“Three! I need one for my parents!”

“Five! My whole family!”

“Me! I want one too!”

They surged toward Fiona all at once, everyone terrified of being one second too slow. Fiona and the staff she’d grabbed were immediately swamped, frantically taking names, collecting payments, and handing

out meal tickets.

The situation tipped toward chaos fast enough that Desmond had to bring in a few of his people just to

from trying

20000 for en partie

ludo stop people

Ill take whatever’s jett, name your

It didn’t work. Once the farm set a rule, a held, and no amount of money changed that. Desmond’s team watched the bidding attempts with flat, unhurried expressions. Every single one went nowhere.

All four hundred portions sold out in under ten minutes.

The people who missed out stood there looking like they’d just lost something irreplaceable, watching the lucky ones find comers of the pavilion and tear into their containers with an urgency that bypassed all dignity, followed immediately by the same low, helpless sounds of pleasure that the First Military guests had made an hour earlier.

What really twisted the knife for the ones left empty-handed was watching those same First Military guests, who’d already eaten a full portion, quietly slip back to Fiona for one more. Packed up carefully. Taking it home to Centria Planet for the family.

“If I’d known. I would’ve made friends with someone from the First Military months ago.”

“Friends? Did you see they had their own entrance? Word is Ms. Schofield married into the Hewitts.”

“Well, that explains everything. God, the gap between us…

In a matter of minutes, the farm had taken in four million stellar coins.

The crowd outside the pavilion was still thinning, the air still carrying the lingering smell of the food and the fading heat of the scramble, when Fiona pulled up the day’s transaction summary on her terminal. The number glowing back at her made her eyes go wide.

Your million. From a spontaneous decision to sell staff lunch. Four hundred portions, ten minutes.

And looking at the faces of the people who hadn’t gotten one, the raw disappointment, the open envy, the way the ones who had their containers were eating with the focused reverence of people having a genuine moment, the demand was bottomless. It wasn’t close to being satisfied.

That’s our boss for you. Doesn’t even have to try.

But Fiona’s excitement wasn’t just admiration. Her mind was already moving, fast and practical. The tarms cultivated area had been expanding steadily.

The next wave of garden greens, potatoes, and tomatoes, all short cycle crops, would be ready soon. Supply wasn’t the constraint.

What this had just proven was that cooked and processed products carried a value-add that raw pro

couldn’t touch

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