An old man chuckled smugly.
Wang Hao wasn't sure what kind of official he was, maybe something like the village secretary.
"My family bought black pork before too! But it wasn't this fragrant or this tasty."
Sun Yaoyao mumbled with some doubt while munching away.
She pondered, could it be that since it's the apocalypse and she hasn't had anything good for so long, the pork seems particularly fragrant?
"There's too much fake black pork out there. Even if it's real black pork, they are usually farmed in enclosures, while ours are free-range.
This kind of black pork is only tasty when it's free-range, but the cost of free-range is too high. These days, only some rural areas still do it, mostly for their own consumption.
At most, they share it among the village people; it's not for sale."
Wang Hao thought the village secretary must be a pig farmer, as he got very excited talking about pigs:
