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I'm Hoarding for the Apocalypse

In the second year of the apocalypse, Du Yue died alone, killed by apathy and exposure to extreme weather. Somehow, she opened her eyes to find herself not only alive, but also back when it was three months before the apocalypse. Despite the surprise, she thought about the upcoming disasters and upheavals. First, it was the fog that carried a virus that stayed for a month. Then, global temperatures rose to over 120 degrees, evaporating most of the world's water and melting all the icebergs. After that were level-10 earthquakes, cyclones, tsunamis, permanent eclipse, and avid rain... and that was not all, because after global warming, came global freezing. As temperatures dropped to below negative fifty, the savagery humans displayed was far worse than any imagined horrors like zombies! Knowing what was coming, Du Yue sold off her family property and used the pocket dimension her mother left her to hoard as many resources as possible, so that she could survive the apocalypse. Meat? Grain? Oil? Spices? Weather gear? She bought everything! Steaks, French fries, spaghetti, and canned food must all be stocked up! To He Xing, the male lead, she was a god and the key to surviving the apocalypse! Having thought of the apocalypse, Du Yue sold off her family property and used the pocket dimension her mother left her to hoard as many resources as possible, so that she could survive the apocalypse. Meat? Grain? Oil? Spices? Weather gear? She bought everything! Steaks, french fries, spaghetti and canned food must all be stocked up! To He Xing, the male lead, she is a god and the key to surviving the apocalypse!

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He Xing took a sip of the mushroom soup and was instantly won over by its taste. "Oh my God, this is too delicious. What have I been eating for the past 30 years?! Your cooking skills are so good. Teach me more in the future and I'll cook for you."

Du Yue took small bites of her spaghetti and smiled at him. "I didn't make these. I bought them from a Western restaurant before the apocalypse." Du Yue glanced at He Xing with a half-smile. Initially, she thought that He Xing's attempt at bootlicking would be a little awkward. However, she did not expect He Xing to not feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he praised her, "I didn't expect you to have such a grand taste. The food you bought is so delicious."