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 Anan 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 Anan 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, and she wasn't sure whether their blood would affect the fish in the sea. Class, and then very unlucky to be salvaged.
Looking at it now, isolating alone is the best way she thinks to avoid danger.
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, unexpectedly came over, picked up a plate of salmon with both appearance and aroma, and put it on the table. On Fu Anan's dining car, "I heard that you were injured and infected, are you okay?"
"It's good to rest for a few days." Fu Anan nodded, feeling flattered for a while.
But forget about this fish.
"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 is a crisis such as an infectious disease or zombies, then normal people are at least teammates at the moment. Fu Anan doesn't feel that such important information needs to be concealed.
"Is that why you don't want to drink fish porridge this morning?" Hearing this, the good-looking Master Fu smiled, "Do you know the speed of the return freighter? 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: ...
Bai was worried and was laughed at.
She doesn’t have this bit of common sense, but it’s really because this is her first time on a boat.
Fu Anan glanced at him, "Let me go."
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