Jing Shu thought for a moment and said that after Grandma Jing arrived, they would use factory funds to buy a batch of Overlord Chickens specifically to lay eggs to nourish them properly. Before Grandma Jing arrived… well, it was up to the fat chickens to lay a few extra eggs every day.
As for synthetic meat, if they exchanged resources with the Insect Cake Factory, the price was very low; eating their fill every day wouldn't be a problem.
Soy milk was nutritious, cheap, and best suited for big eaters. A pound of soybeans could produce more than ten pounds of soy milk; even a buffalo couldn't drink tens of pounds of soy milk a day, right?
With such a nutritional plan, it was top-notch for the apocalypse.
Zhao Yu was jotting things down quickly when he paused and then cautiously asked, "Is it a meat pie as big as a pot?"
There was no way around it. Accustomed to shouldering the blame, Zhao Yu had also learned to be smart and needed to confirm the specifications in advance.
