Chapter 3 Sailing Carnival 3

Chapter 3 Sailing Carnival 3

She looked at them, and a voice came from behind her.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up!" The man with a square face stood at the boarding gate and shouted, "I'm procrastinating in doing things. If your father hadn't given you money and begged me, I wouldn't have taken you to run with me." Boat."

At the boarding gate, there was a group of people preparing to board the ship.

Hearing the words of the man with a square face, several of them all looked at Fu An'an in unison.

Seeing the cursing look of the man with the square face, one of the red-haired women shook her head, "Probably not."

Immediately, several people looked back as if nothing had happened.

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After all, a freighter is a freighter, no matter how large it is, most of the space is used for loading goods, and only the lower floor is where they move.

Fu Anan's job is cleaning.

The freighter plus her, a total of forty-six crew members, only need to clean part of the public areas every day, and the rest of the time is free.

She doesn't like chattering with others, and usually stays in her room after work.

It was like this that four days passed safely, calm and peaceful.

But I don't know how the game is played. In Fu Anan's heart, there is always a feeling of being suspended in mid-air.

Sitting in the house, the waiting time feels even longer.

"Fu An'an, if you are idle, you are also idle. You will go to do odd jobs in the cafeteria in the future."

Whatever you say.

Only then did she feel that she was free, so she was assigned a new task by the uncle with a Chinese face, who was also her fake uncle, "Little Li, the cook, is a little uncomfortable today, you can go and replace it first."

"Oh, I see."

Fu Anan nodded. This fake uncle seemed to have a lot of opinions on his imaginary younger brother, so much so that he didn't like her, the daughter of his "brother".

The galley of the freighter is at the end of this level.

Fu Anan opened the door and went in. It was lunch time, and the cafeteria was extremely busy. Chef Zhu took a look at her, "Why did you come here now, the dining car inside will be pushed out quickly."

"okay!"

As Fu Anan walked over, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a person.

Even though there were so many chefs around, that man stood there without saying a word, but he was able to gather all eyes.

With a handsome nose bridge and drooping eyelashes, the profile of the forehead and the bridge of the nose form a pleasing ups and downs under the backlight. The slender fingers are carving a carrot flower.

Although the carving technique is so-so, the hands are really beautiful. The joints are distinct, white and slender, more like a work of art than a carrot flower.

This cook looks very good, but his professional level is not good, it's a pity that he has such good-looking hands.

She withdrew her gaze and put the food on the table onto the trolley.

"Little Fu, the storm is coming. The sailors are going to work on the deck today, so you bring the rice." Master Zhu said while skillfully cooking the vegetables, "Besides, Xiao Li's health is getting worse and worse. You should give him some food first." He brought some food."

"okay."

Fu Anan nodded, and vigorously loaded the vat onto the trolley.

Then she pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "By the way, Master Zhu, when will the storm come? Will it be serious?"

Is this survival game a shipwreck?

"It's a bit big, but don't be afraid." Master Zhu waved his hand, "Our cargo ship is more than 200 meters long and has a displacement of hundreds of thousands of tons. The chance of accidents is lower than that of taking a car."

I am most afraid of this kind of flag.

Hearing this, the corners of her mouth twitched, feeling that a shipwreck is almost inseparable.