During a Typhoon, Parents Refuse to Stock Up Supplies and Ultimately Suffer the Consequences
Chapter 7
I headed straight to the largest wholesale store in the city.
Since no one had realized the importance of stocking up yet, the shelves were still fully stocked.
I filled my cart with instant noodles, bottled water, bread, and crackers, then added a variety of snacks I liked.
Despite earning a good income, I had spent most of my money in the past buying furniture for my parents or giving them gifts.
I couldn’t even bring myself to splurge on something as simple as fresh fruit.
But now, it felt liberating to put myself first for once. Every penny I earned was finally mine to spend however I pleased.
By the time I carried all my supplies home, it was already noon.
I made sure to order a portable gas stove and a hand-crank flashlight online.
Just as I finished, ready to take a well-deserved break, I heard someone banging on my door.