To be honest, Su Ruanruan was already tired of explaining today…
“Confirmed. Boss, hurry up—I’m waiting.”
The boss still kept a straight face. “Then pay first. What if I grill everything and you don’t want it?”
“How much?” she asked.
He calculated on his phone and showed her the total.
Su Ruanruan paid without hesitation.
Was money even an issue? Not at all.
When the real apocalypse arrived, money would be nothing but useless paper—too small even for wiping.
After paying for the oysters, she hurried off to pay for the fried skewers as well.
Then, Su Ruanruan ran from one end of the snack street to the other.
For things she liked, she bought 500 portions.
For things she didn’t like, she still bought 100 portions.
In short—if she passed by, she wouldn’t miss it.
By the time she finished, it was already 11 PM.
The city’s nightlife was just beginning.
Some people drank and played games at skewer stalls, while couples whispered to each other.
Streetlights lit the roads, guiding humanity forward.
Everything was so beautiful—peaceful and harmonious.
To prevent the food from getting cold, Su Ruanruan stored it in her space as soon as it was cooked.
As a foodie, she absolutely wouldn’t allow food quality to drop.
After returning home, she recorded all the supplies she had bought today and checked for anything missing.
Frozen chicken wings, drumsticks, and various frozen goods—around 2,000 boxes in total.
Salt, cumin, pepper, sugar, and other seasonings—several tons altogether.
Fried skewers, grilled oysters, wontons, steamed buns, noodles—nearly 3,000 portions.
All neatly packed and stacked.
At first, she worried they might get crushed.
But she discovered that inside the space, everything existed as separate units, not interfering with each other.
Pistachios, nuts, cashews, and dried goods—again, several tons.
Toilet paper, tissues, sanitary pads, wet wipes—thousands of boxes.
Shampoo, body wash, toothbrushes, toothpaste… thousands of daily-use items.
Even snacks were bought wholesale, by the box!
Before the apocalypse, she had been a hardcore snack lover.
Chips, self-heating hotpot, instant noodles, spicy strips—1,000 boxes of each!
Meat, rice, flour—500 tons each!
Only after visiting the wholesale market did she realize how vast the variety was.
She wanted a bit of everything—including all kinds of miscellaneous supplies.
In just one day, she had secured most of her daily and living necessities.
With this amount of food, covering all categories, she could eat alone for decades without worry.
Before sleeping, she reviewed her plan for the next day.
Relying on her memory, she also wrote down major events from the four years of the apocalypse.
At 5 AM, before the alarm even rang, she woke up on time.
Four years in the apocalypse had made her a light sleeper and trained her biological clock.
She first contacted workers to install water storage tanks, asking them to arrive at 9 AM.
She also contacted suppliers for generators and renovation work—planning to handle everything together.
Her initial plan was to install the water tanks and a large generator first.
These were absolutely essential.
Next would be reinforcing the house—turning it into a fortress-like base.
She didn’t have time to make breakfast.
With a thought, a steaming bowl of wontons appeared on the table.
Once again, she marveled at how perfectly timed this space ability was.
But in her previous life, she had never heard of spatial abilities having preservation functions…
Carefully and reverently, she finished the wontons—without leaving even a drop of soup.
Before the workers arrived, she drove to the nearest bottled water supplier.
She ordered 5,000 barrels of 18.9L water in one go.
Even with storage tanks, those weren’t portable.
In addition, she bought 100,000 bottles of mineral water for convenience.
She couldn’t guarantee she would stay home forever.
After the apocalypse began, governments would organize mass migrations, gathering survivors into bases.
After solving the water issue, Su Ruanruan finally felt relieved.
The importance of water needed no explanation.
People could survive without food—but not without water.
She would never forget the feeling of her throat burning dry… to the point she had to drink urine…
After paying, she instructed the workers to deliver everything to Warehouse No. 3 on Tongri Street.
Then she rushed home, as the installation workers were about to arrive.
Sure enough, five workers were already waiting at her door.
Without wasting time, she led them to the rooftop.
After explaining where to install the tanks and their size, she left them to handle the work.
She didn’t have time to supervise.
Next, she went to the nearest pharmacy.
Cold medicine, fever reducers, cough medicine—
She didn’t know much, so she bought a large amount based on the staff’s recommendations.
Carrying two large bags, she wasn’t done yet—she went to another pharmacy.
After visiting five pharmacies, her trunk was filled with medicine.
Only then did she stop.
Even though she knew that once the apocalypse truly arrived, these medicines would be just a drop in the ocean.
And she wasn’t a doctor—she couldn’t bring people back to life or cure diseases.
She sighed.
Even four years into the apocalypse, the cause of it remained unknown.
Or rather, people like them at the bottom never knew.
There were rumors, though.
It was said that a scientific research team from a certain country discovered a strange stone in a canyon.
Everything started because of that stone.
Su Ruanruan had found it ridiculous.
Out of seven billion people, nearly one-third died—because of a stone?
What kind of stone could do that?
Was it Nuwa’s stone used to mend the sky?
Or Pangu’s transformed body after creating the world?
What a joke!
Snapping back to reality, she stored all the medicine into her space and drove to the largest nearby market.
She planned to buy fresh vegetables.
By the fourth year of the apocalypse, water and soil had been contaminated—fresh vegetables no longer existed.
People could only eat dry, tasteless mutated vegetables.
They were huge—one cabbage could feed twenty people—
but completely flavorless.
Barely edible, let alone delicious.
She parked her car and walked into the bustling market.
The air was filled with shouting vendors and bargaining voices.
Full of life.
Just looking at it made people feel warm.
At the first stall, an elderly woman was carefully arranging vegetables.
Bright green and fresh, neatly lined up.
Though she was old, her spirit wasn’t.
Su Ruanruan watched from a distance, a trace of sadness rising in her heart.
Such a kind elderly person… yet she would suffer in the apocalypse.
She stepped forward, crouched down, and gently asked:
“Grandma, how much are these?”