"Hello, ma'am. The restaurant specifically instructed that the Porcini mushrooms should be eaten while hot. If they cool down, you must stir-fry them again in a pan—never microwave them, or you might get poisoned and start seeing hallucinations," the delivery guy said earnestly as he handed over the food.
"Got it, thanks," Jiang Yan replied, reaching out to take the bags.
"Would you mind leaving me a five-star review when you have time?" The young man grinned warmly before turning to leave.
"Sure." Jiang Yan closed the door, double-checked the lock, and carried the food inside.
Ever since learning about her mother's sudden passing, Jiang Yan, a food blogger, hadn't had a proper meal.
Now, even after being reborn, she still had no appetite.
But today was the seventh day after her mother's death, so she had ordered all her mother's favorite dishes: spicy crab, boiled fish, stir-fried Porcini with dried peppers, stir-fried Ganba mushrooms with green peppers, deep-fried stinky tofu, sautéed baby bok choy, and a small portion of fragrant rice.
For herself, she had only ordered a bowl of Chongqing-style noodles and a passionfruit-lime tea.
After all, she needed energy to get things done. Even if she didn't feel like eating, she had to force something down.
But first, she needed to wash away the grime and bad luck clinging to her.
Jiang Yan set the takeout on the dining table and headed straight for the bathroom.
By the time she finished showering and eating, it was already afternoon.
Despite having three billion yuan in her bank account, she didn't rush out to splurge. Instead, she opened her laptop to carefully plan her next steps—what needed to be done and what supplies she needed to stockpile.
Spending three billion wisely, securing a lifetime's worth of supplies, and figuring out which resources required connections rather than just money—none of these decisions could be made impulsively.
Moreover, the coming disasters were unpredictable. Only by preparing as thoroughly as possible could she remain unshaken when catastrophe struck.
Fortunately, her mother had known how much Jiang Yan loved traveling and food. After achieving financial freedom and selling her company, she had planned to join her daughter in exploring the world and savoring global cuisines. To simplify things, she had liquidated all their extra properties, shops, and warehouses.
This saved Jiang Yan a lot of hassle in handling assets now.
The only properties left were their premium villa and the apartment Jiang Yan currently lived in.
As for vehicles, she kept only an A-class RV for daily use and a Pagani Zonda for when she returned to China.
Jiang Yan remembered from her past life—when she had been locked in the basement—that Song Deming and his mistress had mentioned the disasters would unfold in stages: first extreme heat, then torrential rain, followed by floods and mudslides.
All of this meant her current villa would become uninhabitable after the heatwave.
The location was too low-lying.
To avoid unnecessary relocations, she decided to find a high-rise apartment instead.
She would use it as her base and prepare it in advance to withstand extreme heat, cold, and leaks.
Renovations, including odor removal and formaldehyde treatment, would take time. So, this was her top priority—and she would demand the contractors use only eco-friendly materials.
Once she finalized her plans, she would immediately call a real estate agent to help her rent a secure, well-sealed warehouse in a high-altitude area.
Looking at the big picture, both villas and the cars would have to go.
After all, those A-class RVs and sports cars would be of little use in the apocalypse. It would be better to exchange them for off-road RVs.
She had once seen on social media that there was an off-road RV called the Doomsday Fortress abroad. Although expensive, it was far more practical and durable than ordinary RVs.
Objectively speaking, neither of the two properties Jiang Yan owned would be easy to sell.
Wealthy people usually preferred buying new properties rather than second-hand ones.
The easiest to sell would be small apartments or townhouses that met urgent needs.
So she decided to offer a significant discount through the real estate agent.
After all, if she couldn't sell them now, they would become worthless once the disasters struck.
As for the cars, they could easily be sold in the second-hand market at the right price.
She also had a few limited-edition Hermès bags and several collectible watches at home.
Those bags and watches were highly sought after in the second-hand luxury market and could fetch a high price.
Additionally, her mother had stored some valuable gold and jewelry in her name at the Anming City Commercial Bank's vault.
She would definitely keep those gold and jewelry safe.
As disasters struck, cash would become worthless, but gold and jewelry would still hold some exchange value for supplies in the early and mid-stages.
Money wasn't an issue now.
However, deciding which supplies to buy and how to store them was another major problem.
Jiang Yan suddenly recalled the space cheats mentioned in the novels she read during college. She subconsciously touched her jade bracelet and sighed:
"Ah, if only I had a space too."
In those stories, bracelets or pendants would activate a space after coming into contact with blood.
In her previous life, when Song Deming and Zhang Kai severed her hand, blood had indeed touched the bracelet, but no such magical effect occurred.
Besides, she already seemed to have obtained a carnivorous plant cheat that could devour living things.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Jiang Yan finished speaking, the jade bracelet on her wrist suddenly glowed faintly.
Jiang Yan thought it was her imagination.
But she rubbed the bracelet again and repeated, "If only I had a space too!"
This time, the glow from the bracelet grew even brighter!
Jiang Yan: "!!!!" It wasn't an illusion after all!
Overwhelmed with excitement and nervousness, Jiang Yan began chanting the phrase like a mantra, as if saying "Open Sesame."
Ten seconds later, the bracelet emitted a dazzling golden light.
Jiang Yan instinctively closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, the priceless jade bracelet on her wrist had disappeared.
And the woman who had been sitting at her desk "praying" just a moment ago now found herself in a miraculous space!
So, she really did have a second cheat from her rebirth!!
Thank you, Mom!
Thank you, past self, who endured suffering and met a tragic end!
The space reward, though delayed, had finally arrived!
Jiang Yan was so overjoyed she burst into tears.
She wiped her tears, took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and began carefully observing her surroundings:
The entire space was rectangular, its edges shrouded in dense white mist.
The interior was roughly the size of a standard football field, divided into three areas: black, white, and gray.
The black area was covered in thick, slightly moist black soil.
It looked incredibly fertile—perfect for planting!
Jiang Yan also noticed that unlike the storage-only spaces described in the novels she had read, her space had sunlight, wind, and air!
The sunlight felt warm on her skin.
A gentle breeze brushed against her face, mild and soothing.
The air was not only incredibly fresh but also seemed to carry a healing quality.
In the few seconds she had been inside, she already felt all her fatigue, weakness, depression, and negative emotions vanish in an instant!
She could faintly hear the murmuring sound of flowing water.
So, there was most likely water in the space as well!
(End of Chapter)