Chapter 8 Sailing Carnival 8
Chapter 8 Sailing Carnival 8
A large bowl of white fish fillets was sucked into his mouth, and occasionally one or two of these fish fillets were bloodshot.
"What are you looking at?" Fu Dafu glanced at her, "I've said it all, if you don't clean it up, you won't have anything to eat."
Fu An'an didn't even want to talk to him. Turning his head to look at the door, he looked at the crew members who came out of the restaurant in twos and threes, only the porridge bucket that was about to bottom out was left in the restaurant.
"Aunt Li."
"Um?"
"The porridge is gone, let's eat something else. Don't eat fish these days, it's not good to eat too much fish."
"What are you talking about?" Aunt Li looked at Fu An'an inexplicably, watching her take off her apron and walk all the way to the captain's room.
"Captain, I want to ask for leave." Fu Anan entered the captain's room and said directly, "I am infected, and I voluntarily apply for isolation."
She didn't know if the biggest threat to this so-called game came from these suddenly berserk, zombie-like Doctor Song, Master Zhu, and Brother Li. She was also not sure if their blood would affect the fish in the sea. Class, and then very unlucky to be salvaged.
From the current point of view, isolating alone is the best way she thinks to avoid danger.
According to the experience gained from taking care of Brother Li and Master Zhu, most of them only took two days to get sick.
I hope the crew who are eating fish after three days are all right and all is well.
Fu An'an frowned tightly, she didn't like this kind of game where the rules were not clearly explained and the danger needed to be predicted by guessing.
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Since it is going to be quarantined, it is natural to prepare things for quarantine.
Fu Anan didn't intend to expose her own space, so she specially pushed a dining cart into the kitchen and began to pack the food and water she needed for these three days.
Ever since Master Zhu was bitten, that very good-looking and cold chef has become the number one in the kitchen.
Although the carving is not very good, the taste of cooking is still very good.
Fu Anan looked at the prepared food on the table, took some meals to the car, and some quick-frozen food in the freezer.
There is a small refrigerator in the room, and she brought an electric cooker, which is enough for one person.
perfect match.
"Don't you bring some fish? Today's pan-fried salmon is very good."
This very good-looking, but so cold cook, who had only exchanged a word or two with her during the five or six days of working together, came over and picked up a plate of salmon with both appearance and aroma. On Fu Anan's dining car, "I heard that you were injured and infected, are you okay?"
"Just rest for a few days." Fu Anan nodded, flattered for a while.
But the fish is worth it.
"The blood that flowed down that day poured directly into the sea water. If the blood was eaten by fish, would it indirectly infect the people who ate the fish?"
If it's a crisis like infectious disease or zombies, then normal people are at least teammates at the moment, and Fu An'an doesn't feel that such important information needs to be concealed.
"That's why you don't want to drink fish porridge this morning?" Hearing this, the handsome master smiled, "Do you know the speed of the freighter Gui Tuo? Thirty-seven kilometers per hour. Even those who are polluted by blood No matter how fast the fish swim, it is impossible to catch up with our freighter and then be caught by our fishing nets.
Have you ever been to sea? Why don't you have any common sense? "
Fu Anan: ...
I was worried for nothing and was laughed at.
She didn't have this common sense, and it was really because this was her first time on a boat.
Fu Anan glanced at him, "Farewell."