Chapter 3 Sailing Carnival 3

Fu Anan looked at them and heard a voice behind him.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and get on board!" the square-faced man shouted from the boarding gate. "You're always dragging your feet. If your dad hadn't paid me and begged me, I definitely wouldn't have taken you on this trip."

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

Hearing the words of the square-faced man, several of them turned their eyes to Fu Anan at the same time.

Seeing the square-faced man cursing, a red-haired woman among them shook her head, "Probably not."

Then, several people withdrew their gaze as if nothing had happened.

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A cargo ship is a cargo ship after all. No matter how big it is, most of the space is used to load cargo, and only the lower floor is where they move around.

Fu Anan's job is cleaning.

Including her, there are a total of forty-six crew members on the freighter. They only need to clean some public areas every day, and the rest of the time is free.

Fu Anan doesn't like to chat with others, and usually stays in her room after work.

Four days passed in peace and tranquility.

But he didn't know how to play this game, and Fu Anan always felt like he was hanging in the air.

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

"Fu An'an, you have nothing to do anyway, so go do odd jobs in the cafeteria."

What you say will come true.

Just when she felt free, the square-faced uncle, who was also her fake uncle, assigned her a new task. "Kitchen helper Xiao Li is feeling a little unwell today. You go and take his place."

"Oh, I see."

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

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

Fu Anan pushed the door open and walked in. It was lunchtime, and the cafeteria was extremely busy. Chef Zhu glanced at her and said, "Why are you here just now? Push the food cart out quickly."

"Oh, okay!"

Fu Anan walked over and her eyes were suddenly attracted by someone.

There were so many chefs around, but that person just stood there and attracted everyone's attention without saying a word.

A straight nose, drooping eyelashes, and a profile that, in the backlight, creates a pleasing undulation between forehead and nose. Slender fingers are carving a carrot flower.

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

This chef looks great, but his business skills are not good. It's a pity that he has such beautiful hands.

Fu Anan withdrew her gaze and put the food on the table on the cart.

"Xiao Fu, a storm is coming. The sailors are working on deck today. Bring the food up," said Master Zhu as he skillfully cooked. "Also, Xiao Li's health is getting worse. Send him some food first."

"Oh, okay."

Fu Anan nodded and moved the barrel onto the cart with great effort.

"By the way, Master Zhu, when will the storm arrive? Will it be serious?" Fu Anan asked.

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 over 200 meters long and has a displacement of hundreds of thousands of tons. The chance of an accident is even lower than taking a car."

I am most afraid of this kind of flag.

Fu Anan's mouth twitched, feeling that a shipwreck was almost certain.