Stockpiling for the Apocalypse: I Make the System Cry by Scavenging in the Famine Years

I transmigrated into a famine-escape novel as a disposable character who gets eaten by her relatives, so I struck back by pulling out a space System.

While everyone else chewed tree bark, I cooked hot pot. When the whole village was starving and green with envy, I brought out self-heating soup dumplings.

When the male lead came begging with a broken bowl, saying, “Give me something to eat, and I’ll give myself to you,”

I eyed the bruises on his waist and stomach and smiled. “Weren’t you calling me a witch just last night?”