Yu Xifeng sighed inwardly.

It wasn’t that she envied Chenchen’s dad’s stock of food—rice, flour, and meat—she wasn’t lacking any of those.

Even if she stopped cooking altogether, just the cooked food she had bought and stored over these days would be enough to last her half a year without problems.

Moreover, the supply of cooked food kept increasing steadily.

The food that Chenchen’s dad displayed now was nothing much.

But with nearly seven hundred people in the group, when food shortages hit later on, recalling these supplies would carry a whole different meaning.

By then, Chenchen’s dad might well drag the whole family down.

Yu Xifeng glanced at the news for a while longer. On Weibo, the entertainment section had quieted down, and many places were busy with rescue and disaster relief.

Many netizens were saying, “Hang on a little longer, the typhoon days won’t last forever. Once these few days pass, it will get better.”

Yu Xifeng closed her phone.

She wanted to have soy milk tomorrow, so she soaked some soybeans in a basin, washed the cookware, then returned to bed, pulled the covers over herself, and closed her eyes to sleep.

The rain pattered loudly outside, but the bed was dry and warm, allowing her a peaceful night.

She woke naturally.

The rain was heavier now, pouring down relentlessly. Even though the community had good soundproofing, the thunderous noise was still audible.

It was like the sky had torn open, water rushing out in torrents.

There were no pedestrians on the streets anymore. From her high vantage point, Yu Xifeng watched trees in the distance break under the wind, and billboards crash heavily to the ground.

It was the sixth day of the eleventh lunar month — strong winds, heavy rain, recommended to stay home, discouraged to go out.

For breakfast, Yu Xifeng made soy milk for herself.

The soy milk maker was noisy, but compared to the pouring rain, the noise seemed insignificant.

The machine’s capacity was 1.5 liters. She filtered the soybean pulp for half an hour. She didn’t want to waste the pulp, planning to mix it with flour to make soybean pancakes.

She steamed two baskets of hot buns on the stove.

After drinking a cup of fresh and fragrant soy milk and eating two meat buns, Yu Xifeng stored the leftover soy milk and buns into her space.

Today she would continue cooking rice, steaming glutinous rice cakes and flatbread.

These were staple foods; once made and stored in the space, she could eat them for life. Yu Xifeng didn’t mind having so much.

Someone in the property management group posted a video of the community — the landscape trees had been broken off at the waist and lay across the roads, blocking the community’s main entrance.

The property management, silent for a long time, finally responded.

Property management: Dear residents, for losses caused by force majeure, please contact your insurance company for claims. If you have difficulties collecting evidence, feel free to contact us. The weather is severe; please avoid going out unless necessary.

: What a bunch of useless nonsense.

: Screw off.

: I’m at Building 2, Unit 1201. Is there anyone in Building 2 who can sell me some food? No pots at home, bread or instant noodles would be best.

I’m willing to pay double.

: I’m on the 5th floor, I have some bags of snail noodles. If you want, come down and get them.

: Thanks so much! After the typhoon, I’ll treat you to dinner.

Yu Xifeng stopped reading the group chat.

The typhoon was heading north. As netizens said, it wouldn’t stay longer than three days in Lincheng.

The typhoon would pass, but the rain wouldn’t stop.

Yu Xifeng inventoried and tidied her stored supplies in the space — food delivery, drinks, cooked food, desserts, fruits.

Seasonal clothes.

Daily necessities.

Weapons, various tools, building materials.

She unpacked unopened packages one by one, sorted and classified them.

Some kitchen waste from these days was also inside.

The space was an extension of Yu Xifeng’s mind. Though she appeared to be resting with her eyes closed on the sofa, sweat was trickling down her forehead.

After spending half a day, the space was much tidier and more capacity had been freed up.

…

The city’s streets were a mess. Lincheng was inland, but after the typhoon passed, someone found sea fish on the roads.

The extent of the typhoon’s sweep was clear.

Rain pounded the window. Yang Sizhu woke abruptly from a dream.

She grabbed her phone; online, everyone was talking about Typhoon Afu.

It was hard to imagine a typhoon that landed from the south and rampaged along the way had such a gentle name.

“Afu, also called Afu…”

The light from the phone screen illuminated Yang Sizhu’s pale face. She grabbed the phone and rushed out, heading to the nearest supermarket.

The wind had stopped.

Yu Xifeng was dressed in a dark raincoat, blending almost entirely into the night.

The streetlights, which should have been on, seemed broken from the typhoon. The water level hadn’t yet reached her thighs.

The water was cold, carrying a lot of debris. Yu Xifeng pushed aside steel pipes, each step met with strong resistance.

She walked out of the community, making sure no one saw her, then pulled a kayak out of her space.

Her goal was clear — to reach the nearest shopping district.

There was water everywhere, but luckily Yu Xifeng was very familiar with the area. About two hours later, she arrived.

The shopping district was unusually dim, stores locked up. Yu Xifeng took a fire hammer from her space and smashed the glass with a strong blow.

A loud crash, the glass shattered.

Amid the steady rain, it was barely noticeable.

This was a clothing store. Yu Xifeng wasn’t short of clothes and had little interest, but it seemed like an expensive brand. She went inside and took a few pairs of sneakers.

Then she opened the door inside and crept into the shopping district.

Next to it was a milk tea shop, with shelves full of milk tea powder, cases of coconut jelly milk, pearls, and various fruit jams.

Drinks, good stuff.

Yu Xifeng took everything, not even leaving behind the ice maker or ice cream machine.

A nail salon, she kept going further. A phone brand store.

She wasn’t sure if the models in the display cases were real or just mock-ups. She looked around but didn’t linger.

A bedding store — the quilts felt very comfortable, latex pillows, mosquito nets with built-in stands, and pale green lace that looked extremely pretty.

Yu Xifeng couldn’t resist and took a few sets.

The shopping district had three floors. The top one was a large fresh food supermarket covering over a thousand square meters — this was Yu Xifeng’s real destination.

The water level was still rising and flooding the third floor was only a matter of time.

If the supermarket’s goods weren’t moved out, most would be soaked and turned to sludge.

With Yu Xifeng’s current storage capacity—less than 200 square meters—she could only carry away a small portion.

Most of the jewelry boxes contained gold, silver, and jade—items that could potentially expand the space further.

Yu Xifeng headed to the basement first, where the jewelry stores were.

The basement was already completely flooded.

Yu Xifeng put on a diving suit and oxygen tank.

She had used a simpler version in her previous life, only able to stay underwater for five minutes at most before needing to resurface.

This equipment was far better.

The security measures in the jewelry stores were strong, but unfortunately, the cameras and electronic locks were water-damaged. Yu Xifeng easily picked the locks.

The water made it hard to pull up the rolling shutter, much more difficult than unlocking.

Gold, silver, platinum, and colored gold—all kinds of expensive jewelry—the display cases were tightly locked.

The outer glass was bulletproof and could not be broken with the fire hammer.

Yu Xifeng didn’t intend to break it.

She moved the entire display case into her space and the jewelry inside vanished.

Using the same method, she emptied all the cases.

There were about seven or eight jewelry stores here, and Yu Xifeng swept up all the gold and silver.

The space seemed to change.

Yu Xifeng focused and noticed a new bathroom and a staircase leading to a second floor.

Good news: the little room now had a second floor.

Bad news: she only had stairs.

The front yard also seemed to have grown a little, about ten square meters.

Yu Xifeng was dissatisfied with this increase—dozens of kilograms of gold only added less than twenty square meters.

Not even close to the cost of housing in the Second Ring district.