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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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Xia Zhixing's Secret

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

While Du Yue was still thinking about these things, Xia Ju had already continued wolfing down her food. Hearing Xia Ju's urging voice, Du Yue and He Xing picked up their chopsticks and continued eating. The table was full of dishes that looked, smelled, and tasted delicious. Although Du Yue was a little surprised by the news she had just heard from Xia Ju, it was not enough to affect her appetite. The three of them began to bury their heads in their food. No one spoke again. Soon, the table was emptied. After she finished eating, Xia Ju picked up the bowl and chopsticks and went to the kitchen without stopping. "You two sit down and rest for a while. I'll clean up the table."

Du Yue did not stand on ceremony with her and let her clean up the dishes by herself. She understood Xia Ju's thoughts. She felt that she and He Xing were the only ones cooking, so she wanted to wash the dishes. This way, it could be considered a fair distribution of housework.