Chapter 276 Farmland
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Who could accept a tiny bottle of soy sauce–one hundred milliliters, flavorless and strange–selling for 10 thousand stellar coins?
It was daylight robbery
She couldn’t find a single oil, salt, sauce, or vinegar that actually tasted good.
Bad condiments ruined the flavor of even her best, homegrown produce.
If she wanted to cook real food, she’d have to make everything herself.
Elizabeth felt unstoppable.
And where did she get her recipes?
Simple–Starnet was packed with classic fermentation guides and high–end brewing equipment.
When her soybeans matured, she’d buy a soy sauce brewer.
When the peanuts were ready, she’d get an oil press.
Once she had extra rice, she’d try making her own vinegar.
That would cover oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar–she already had plans for three.
Salt, though, was a challenge.
You couldn’t grow salt in spiritual fields.
Everything she’d found on Starnet said that modern salt was mostly mined.
The price wasn’t bad–3.5 ounces for 100 stellar coins seemed reasonable to her.
But the taste was another story–it always had a metallic, dusty aftertaste that made her cringe.
If she couldn’t find a better source, she’d have to process it herself.
Elizabeth rubbed her chin as she read the salt extraction instructions on her holographic screen.
olimpurities.
She could buy raw salt, then rinse, dissolve, and re–crystallize it using her purified water until it was free of impurities.
She pictured her future table, covered with dishes cooked using her homemade oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar, all paired with vegetables, fruit, and grains from her own fields. Her heart raced.
It felt like she was one step closer to true culinary freedom and real happiness.
Wait—something was off
Oh no, how could she have forgotten meat, eggs, and poultry?
She’d eaten plant–based meals for so long, she nearly forgot what real meat tasted like
No way.
She needed meat and dairy.
Chapter 276 Farmland
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She Wanted her favorite fish, shrimp, and crab.
She refused to leave out a single one.
The vision of her future table, loaded with homemade seasonings and dishes featuring her own vegetables, fruit, and grains, filled Elizabeth with joy. She really was closing in on her dream life.
But still, something was missing.
Her imagination conjured a vivid spread–from stir–fried greens to rich eggplant, from strawberry cake to creamy pumpkin soup.
Wait a second. Was it all plant–based?
The colors and aromas were perfect, but none of it had the deep, satisfying richness she craved.
She shot upright, instantly anxious.
The dream she had shattered instantly.
Oh dear god!
How had I forgotten meat, eggs, and poultry?
Where were my beloved fish, shrimp, and crab?
She’d been eating vegetarian for so long, she could barely remember the taste of real meat.
No matter how creamy the mashed potatoes or sweet the yams, no vegetable or fruit could ever match the thrill of biting into juicy meat, the perfect snap of shrimp, the buttery richness of crab, or the delicate silkiness of fresh fish.
Chapter 277 She Needs Meat,

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