The shelves were filled with food. The cellar was at least 5 times bigger than the storage room.
Canned meat, canned fruit, canned vegetables.
To Ivy's surprise, only those three types of things were found, which made her wonder if Patrick received the news late or just got lucky and had, by chance, hoarded these supplies.
Either way, it would be better if this food ends up in her hands. She waved her hand, but the food didn't get stored.
Instead, she received a message,
[Insufficient space. Please upgrade to the store.]
Ivy sighed. Truly, when things go well, a variable always appears.
Taking a deep breath, she said, "Alright. I will get enough to upgrade the space."
The messages stopped, and Ivy came out of the cellar. She locked it and looked at Patrick, who was looking at her expectantly.
Ivy, with leisurely pace, brought him a water in glass and Patrick's eyes lit up.
