CH 8

He slurped a large bowl of white fish slices into his mouth. Occasionally, one or two of these slices had dark-red blood streaks.

“What are you looking at?” Uncle Fu glanced at her, “I said, if you don’t clean up, you won’t get to eat.”

Fu Anan didn’t even want to pay attention to him. She turned her head towards the door, watching the sailors coming out of the cafeteria in small groups. Inside the hall, only the nearly empty pot of porridge remained.

“Aunt Li.”

“Yeah?”

“There’s no more porridge left. Let’s have something else to eat. It’s not good to eat fish too often.”

“What are you talking about?” Aunt Li looked at Fu Anan in a baffled way as she untied her apron and walked towards the Captain’s room.

“Captain, I want to apply for a leave of absence." Fu Anan entered the captain’s room and directly said, “I have been infected. I voluntarily request to be quarantined.”

She didn’t know if the biggest threat of this so-called game came from the sudden frenzy of the zombie-like Dr. Song, Master Zhu, and Brother Li. She was also not sure if their spilled blood would affect the fish in the sea, which would unfortunately be caught during fishing.

For now, isolating herself from everything seemed to be the best way to avoid danger.

Based on her experience of taking care of Brother Li and Master Zhu, their illness usually developed within two days.

She hoped that the crew members who ate the fish three days before would be fine, and everything would be alright.

Fu Anan frowned tightly. She didn't like this kind of game where the rules were unclear and she needed to make guesses to predict danger.

——

Since she wanted to go into quarantine, she needed to prepare the necessary supplies for self-quarantine.

Fu Anan didn’t plan to expose her spatial item, so she pushed a food cart into the kitchen and started packing the food and water that she would need for the next three days.

Ever since Master Zhu was bitten, the chef who looked incredibly good and very aloof became the head of the kitchen.

Although his carving skills were not great, the taste of the dishes he cooked was quite good.

Fu Anan looked at the prepared food on the table. She put some rice and other dishes onto the cart. She also grabbed some frozen food from the freezer.

There was a small refrigerator in the room. She also brought an electric cooker, which was sufficient for one person.

A perfect combination.

“Don’t you want some fish? The pan-seared salmon today is really good.”

She had only exchanged a few words with this good-looking but aloof chef during their five or six days of working. He actively approached her at this time. He picked up a plate of perfectly-cooked and fragrant salmon. He placed it on Fu Anan’s food cart, “I heard that you got injured and infected. How are you?” 

“I just need a few days of rest.” Fu Anan nodded her head, feeling a bit surprised by the sudden attention.

However, she decided to opt out of having the fish.

“Wouldn’t the blood that flowed into the seawater indirectly infect the people who eat the fish?”

If it was a crisis such as an infectious disease or zombie virus, then normal people were supposed to be her teammates for now. Fu Anan didn’t think that there was any important information that she needed to conceal.

“So that’s why you didn’t want to have the fish porridge this morning?” Upon hearing what she said, the handsome Chef Fu smiled. “Do you know the speed of the ‘Homeward Journey Cargo Ship’? It’s 37 kilometers per hour. Even if those blood-contaminated fishes swim faster, they can’t catch up with our cargo ship and be caught by us with fishing nets.”

"Haven’t you gone sailing at sea before? How come you lack common sense?"

Fu Anan: ……

She was worried for nothing. She was even mocked by someone.

It was because this was her first time boarding a ship, so she lacked this bit of common sense.

Fu Anan gave him a look and said, “Goodbye.”