In his previous life, he was looking for food for his son to stutter, but instead he was kidnapped by his father-in-law's family and used as a food reserve. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to 50 days before the end of the world. Others were busy reinforcing doors and windows and hoarding weapons - while I hummed a tune and cleared out a whole row of potato chips, Coke, and self-heating hot pot in the supermarket. Mr. Cashier, are you going to open a canteen? I hold the Switch tightly in my arms. No, I am saving the last happiness of mankind. When my father-in-law kicked the door and urged me to sell my house, I smiled and handed over a pack of hot pot base ingredients, "Special offer for the apocalypse, try it first?" In this life, I understood that in the apocalypse, the real boss is the one who can eat spicy hotpot.
