Three-thousand Buckets of Gasoline

"So, you saved these and spent seven years waiting for me?" Lin Wenwen blinked her eyes while looking at them, who nodded together.

"These are only a part of what we plan to give you. The rest is stored somewhere else. We'll take you to get it when we have time," Dong Xinxin glanced at those iron buckets and smiled.

Hearing that, Lin Wenwen paused briefly with surprise, then said, "What? There's more for me? How many supplies have you stocked before the apocalypse?"

"We have several storages. During the past seven years, we've only taken out a part of our stock. After we moved into the base, we started eating the same food as the others in the base. After all, the supplies we have in stock are our last safeguard we've been saving," Dong Lijia said with a smile.