Stockpiling Supplies in My Spatial Realm: My Family Struggles to Survive the Apocalypse

Before the apocalypse:

“Yan Baozhu, you country bumpkin! You’re not even fit to hold my shoes!”

After the apocalypse:

“Baozhu, your home is so nice. We’re first cousins, after all. Let me stay here!”

Yan Baozhu planted her hands on her hips. Of course her home was nice: it was backed by a mountain. “You can stay, sure. There’s plenty of tree bark to go around!”