At Mrs. Jing's workplace, the communal lunches were filled with sand, and eating rice required swallowing it whole without chewing. Mrs. Jing had cracked her tooth on this communal meal, which was why Jing Shu decided to home-cook meals for her instead—an incident that hadn't occurred in her past life.
"Besides, aren't these domestically raised? Our Domestic Poultry doesn't come into contact with the outside, and maintaining ventilation and temperature should prevent issues. When Grandpa arrives, he still needs to help Dad expand the chicken coop to a double layer; otherwise, it's too small."
"Understood. Ugh, although the news reported some farms incinerating dead Domestic Poultry, many more turned heat-stricken and diseased chickens, cows, and pigs into various kinds of braised or dried meats and then sold them to the market. These beasts!" Mr. Jing recalled the black water in the large stove, dotted with countless unprocessed dead chickens, and he felt sick.
