In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Time flies by, two months passed in the blink of an eye, and the outdoor temperature dropped a few points, reaching minus 2 degrees Celsius.

Song Jinhe obviously felt that the effect of the fireplace had become smaller. If he wanted to stay warm, he had to stay within a few steps of the fireplace. If he moved a little further away, he would feel frozen.

She moved her bed closer to the fireplace and huddled on the bed, too lazy to move.

She had a hard time, let alone the other survivors.

Although the windows in Cheng Qianhuai's home are made of good quality materials, they have been exposed to wind and rain for a long time in the last days and have now begun to leak.

The cold wind outside blew into the room, and even the walls were covered with white frost. Sitting by the fireplace, you could feel the chill.

In order to keep warm, he had to use some useless fabrics to plug the cracks in the window, and the clothes he wore became thicker and heavier.

Song Jinhe had known that this situation would happen, so he chose the best before the end of the world. Although the outside of the window had experienced a lot of wind and frost, it was still able to hold on, and the indoor temperature was relatively stable.

Her consciousness entered the space, and she stood next to the World Tree and looked at the fruit as big as a plum on it, feeling faintly touched in her heart.

Perhaps the space jade bracelet has some connection with the end of the world, otherwise the fruits on the World Tree would not gradually grow with different types of disasters.

Song Jinhe gently poked the ice-blue fruit and sighed helplessly.

In the last days of natural disasters, no matter which round of natural disasters it is, it is not easy to survive.

The extremely cold temperatures are so low that people can freeze into ice sculptures almost immediately.

In contrast to the scorching summer temperatures, almost all the water in the mountains, rivers and rivers evaporates, the sun causes the earth to crack, and many people die of thirst.

Thinking of this, she looked at the shelves in the distance. The mineral water in her hands might be of great use by then.

For such a precious resource, there is no problem in exchanging it for some more precious materials.

The Chinese cabbage she planted had already finished growing. After all, she had little planting experience, so even though the soil was fertile, the cabbage still looked malnourished.

But you can still eat it.

She knocked on the tender cabbage leaves, picked up one and walked to 1801. She almost felt like her body was freezing as she passed through the corridor.

After entering Cheng Qianhuai's home, she sat down by the fireplace to keep warm. She breathed hard at her frozen hands before she managed to recover.

"Your house has become so cold. Although the fireplace is useful, the temperature may still drop."

She frowned helplessly, and then took out a cold-proof tent and sleeping bag from the space.

"Sleep in the tent at night, close to the fireplace, get into a sleeping bag and cover yourself with a quilt. I think it will keep you warm."

Song Jinhe put all the things away for him, but looked up to see him staring at her motionless.

She wiped her face in confusion: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Cheng Qianhuai shook his head slightly. He just felt excited. As long as he could feel her care for him, he felt his heart beating fast.

"Thank you for bringing me these things."

Song Jinhe shook his head when he heard this: "I'm not here to give you anything, I'm here to eat hot pot with you."

She smiled and raised the cabbage in her hand: "I grew it myself, isn't it good? The two of us just put it in the hot pot and cooked it. In this weather, eating hot pot is the ultimate enjoyment."

Cheng Qianhuai took it and looked at it, frowning in confusion: "Why does your cabbage look so..."

Song Jinhe quickly interrupted him: "This is already my limit. Just eat it as long as you can. Don't care too much about its appearance."

She naturally knew that this cabbage was not good-looking, but it was a blessing that it could grow from a seed to still be alive.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore. Let's have hot pot for lunch."

Cheng Qianhuai naturally wouldn't confront her. He went to the kitchen to get a cutting board and knives, arranged the cabbage and looked at Song Jinhe.

"Where are the hot pot base and ingredients? We need to prepare them."

Song Jinhe waved his hand: "Let's not eat from outside. Let's eat in my space."

Nowadays, food is scarce and hotpot is too smelly.

Cheng Qianhuai's house also started to leak air. I thought if a little bit of fragrance leaked out, it would make people jealous.

She didn't want to cause trouble for herself, so she might as well go to a small villa in the space to eat. It was warm and convenient. After all, it was faster to wash things with water and electricity.

Cheng Qianhuai naturally had no objection. He obediently grabbed Song Jinhe's sleeves, and the two of them entered the space in a flash.

Song Jinhe took him into the villa, and then took beef rolls, mutton rolls, duck blood, wide noodles, shrimp paste, rice cakes from the shelves...

There was a table full of things, and the temperature in the space was constant at 25 degrees Celsius, so Cheng Qianhuai was taking off his clothes one by one, and finally only a shirt and sweatpants were left.

"You go ahead and fry the base. I've put the butter pan on the table for you. I'll go up and change clothes."

After Song Jinhe told Cheng Qianhuai, he went back to the bedroom upstairs, took off his cotton clothes, and went downstairs wearing only short sleeves and knee-length shorts.

You will definitely sweat when eating hot pot, so it will be more convenient to wear it this way. There will be no problem if you put on heavy clothes when you have room.

When she opened the bedroom door, she was greeted by the familiar aroma of hot pot base. The spicy smell hit her nose, causing her to sneeze.

"This base material is really strong."

Song Jinhe rubbed his nose and sat next to the dining table. The soup base in the pot had been boiled. The red oil was bubbling along the brown soup base, which was also dotted with chili peppers and other aniseed ingredients.

"Can I put down the meat roll first?"

The cuffs of the shirt on Cheng Qianhuai's upper body were rolled up high, revealing the tight muscles on his forearms, which made him feel explosive just by looking at them.

Song Jinhe put his eyes back into the pot, looked at the beef rolls and swallowed: "No problem, just wait until the meat is finished before adding the vegetables."

She prepared the dipping sauce for herself and happily waited for the meat rolls to change color in the pot, rising and falling along the boiling soup base, tantalizing her taste buds.

"It should be ready to eat now. Cheng Qianhuai, please try it."

Song Jinhe swallowed and looked at the man opposite, his eyes full of expectation.

She wasn't sure whether the ingredients were cooked, and she didn't want to be the first to test the poison, so she naturally turned to Cheng Qianhuai for help.

The other party naturally received the signal, and naturally picked up a meat roll, put it on his plate and tasted it: "If it's cooked, just eat it."

Song Jinhe happily took down his chopsticks, stuffed a large piece of beef roll into his mouth with satisfaction, and chewed happily.

"Let me just say, eating hot pot is really the happiest thing in the world."

She said excitedly, and then put two more pieces of meat on her plate.

Cheng Qianhuai saw her eating anxiously, frowned slightly and said, "Don't eat too fast, or you will regret it if you get burned."

Song Jinhe's lips were a little red from the heat, and she licked her lips in embarrassment: "I know, I know."