Caroline Edwin and the others washed their hands and went out to get some air.
Inside, Chester Quinn and Alfred Linberg prepared the feed, holding spoons and buckets, and went outside to fetch water and mix it with the feed.
"Whoosh——"
The sound of rushing water.
Soon, the water in the pig bucket in front of Alfred Linberg was noticeably over the limit, and he quickly shut off the faucet in a panic.
He picked up the spoon and stirred the feed, which looked watery and seemed to have no nutrients at all.
He felt a sudden chill in his heart and had a sense of foreboding.
Alfred turned around.
As expected, Uncle Titus was standing behind them, watching the two of them and the feed with his thick eyebrows tightly furrowed.
The next second, a roar rang out.
"What the hell is this? It's so watery, it has no nutrients at all. Even a dog would shake its head if it saw this, let alone a pig!"