Tang Mo looked at the small, round pellets, her heart filled with joy.
Ever since she lost her Space, she had developed a great fondness for things she could see and touch.
Back when she had her Space, it didn't matter how much she owned; she never thought much of it. Now that her Space was gone, everything had to be packed into her backpack and pockets. The tangible, physical sensation of things she could see and touch gave her a great sense of stability and security.
"Um, Qiao Jin, how much of this feed do you want? Go ahead and take your share."
Zhao Tian was an honest man. Although he wasn't particularly sharp, he knew that without the young woman before them, he and his brothers would have never been able to get those corpses, and naturally, they wouldn't have been able to make so much valuable feed.
"I want a backpack full of pellets."
Tang Mo didn't stand on ceremony and immediately stated the amount she had already decided on.
