Chapter 8 Sailing Carnival 8
He sucked a large bowl of white fish fillets into his mouth, occasionally one or two of which had dark red blood streaks.
"What are you looking at?" Fu Dafu glanced at her and said, "I told you, if you don't clean it up, you won't get anything to eat."
Fu Anan didn't want to pay any attention to him. She turned her head and looked at the door, watching the crew members coming out of the restaurant in twos and threes. The only thing left in the restaurant was the almost empty porridge bucket.
"Aunt Li."
"Um?"
"The porridge is gone, let's eat something else. Don't eat fish for the next few days. Eating too much fish is not good for you."
"What are you talking about?" Aunt Li looked at Fu Anan in confusion, watching her take off her apron and walk towards the captain's room.
"Captain, I need a leave." Fu Anan entered the captain's room and said directly, "I'm infected, and I voluntarily apply for quarantine."
She didn't know whether the biggest threat to this so-called game came from Dr. Song, Master Zhu, Brother Li and others who suddenly became violent and looked like zombies. She was also not sure whether their blood would affect the fish in the sea and then be unfortunately salvaged.
For now, she thinks isolating herself alone is the best way to avoid danger.
Based on the experience gained from taking care of Brother Li and Master Zhu, most of their illnesses only took two days to recover.
Hopefully, the crew members who ate the fish are alright and all is well in three days.
Fu Anan frowned. She didn't like this kind of game where the rules were unclear and she had to rely on guessing to predict the danger.
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Since we have to be isolated, we naturally need to prepare the things for isolation.
Fu Anan was not going to expose her own space, so she pushed a food cart into the kitchen and started packing the food and water she would need for the next three days.
Ever since Master Zhu was bitten, the extremely handsome and cool chef became the boss in the kitchen.
Although the carving is not very good, the food tastes very good.
Fu Anan looked at the prepared food on the table, took some meals to the car, and some frozen foods from the freezer.
There was a small refrigerator in the room, and she brought her own electric cooker, which was almost enough for one person.
A perfect match.
"Wouldn't you like some fish? Today's pan-fried salmon is delicious."
This very good-looking but also aloof chef, with whom she had only exchanged a few words in the five or six days they had worked together, actually came over and placed a plate of salmon that looked and smelled delicious on Fu Anan's dining cart. "I heard you were injured and infected. Are you okay?"
"Just rest for a few days." Fu Anan nodded, feeling a little flattered for a moment.
But forget about this fish.
"The blood that flowed out that day flowed directly into the sea. If the blood was eaten by fish, would it indirectly infect the people who ate the fish?"
If it is a crisis like an infectious disease or zombies, then normal people are at least teammates at the moment. Fu Anan doesn't think such important information needs to be concealed.
"Is this why you didn't want to eat fish porridge this morning?" Upon hearing this, the handsome Master Fu smiled. "Do you know the speed of the Homeward Bound freighter? Thirty-seven kilometers per hour. Even if those blood-tainted fish swam faster, there was no way they could catch our freighter and be caught in our nets."
You've been to sea before, haven't you? How come you don't have any common sense?"
Fu Anan: ...
I worried for nothing and ended up getting laughed at.
She didn't have this common sense because it was her first time on a boat.
Fu Anan glanced at him and said, "Goodbye."
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