Chapter 3: Nautical Carnival 3

Chapter 3 Sailing Carnival 3

She looked at them, and shouted from behind.

"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 port, there is a group of people preparing to board the ship.

Hearing what the man with a Chinese face said, 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 away 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 to clean up.

The freighter plus her has a total of forty-six crew members. They 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.

Handsome nose bridge, drooping eyelashes, and the side profile connects the forehead and nose bridge in a backlight to form a pleasing ups and downs. 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 looked away and put the food on the table on 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 frying the vegetables skillfully, "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 the words, the corners of her mouth twitched, feeling that shipwreck was almost impossible.