When I came back, Wang Cai and Xiao Qiang were feasting on the octopus leg that had been chopped off earlier, and Ling Feng was stunned for a moment.
It's been almost twenty-four hours. You guys really aren't picky eaters!
Only when he came closer did he notice that, contrary to his belief that the meat would have spoiled by now due to the temperature, it hadn't!
The flesh, still red and tender, looked as fresh as ever, which left Ling Feng dumbfounded.
"What's going on?"
Scratching his head, Ling Feng couldn't figure it out, but he felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart.
If the meat doesn't spoil, then it won't go to waste, right?
Just wait a few more days for the packaging factory to be complete, and then all this can be taken back, cut up, and packaged—turned into money!
Just the thought of money made Ling Feng's eyes shine brightly, and he smiled so widely that he couldn't close his mouth.
