He sucked a large bowl of white fillets into his mouth, and the occasional one or two of them were bloodshot with a dark red streak.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Dafu glanced at her, "It's all said, if you don't clean it, you don't have to eat." ”

Fu Anan didn't want to deal with him. Turning his head to look at the door, he looked at the crew members who came out of the dining room in twos and threes, and only the porridge bucket that was about to bottom out was left in the restaurant.

"Aunt Li."

"Huh?"

"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 An'an inexplicably, watched her take off her apron, and walked all the way to the captain's room.

"Captain, I'm asking for leave." Fu Anan entered the captain's room and said directly, "I am infected, and I voluntarily apply for quarantine. ”

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 if their blood would affect the fish in the sea and then be unlucky enough to be salvaged.

For now, isolating alone is what she thinks is the best way to avoid danger.

According to the experience gained from taking care of Brother Li and Master Zhu, most of them only took two days to become ill.

I hope that the crew who ate the fish in three days will be okay and all will be well.

Fu An'an frowned, she didn't like this kind of game where the rules were unclear and she needed to guess to predict the danger.

——

Since you want to isolate, it is natural to prepare what you want to isolate.

Fu An'an was not ready to expose his space, so he specially pushed a food truck into the kitchen and began to pack the food and water he needed for the past three days.

Since Chef Zhu was bitten, the chef who was particularly good-looking and very cold became the number one in the kitchen.

Although the carving is not very good, the taste of cooking is still very good.

Fu Anan looked at the food prepared on the table, took some meals to the car, and some quick-frozen food in the freezer.

There was a small Xiaoice box in the room, and she brought her own electric cooker, which was almost enough for one person.

The perfect match.

"Don't you bring some fish? Today's pan-fried salmon was very good. ”

This very good-looking, but also cold enough to work together for five or six days, the chef who had a word or two of communication with her actually took the initiative to come over, picked up a plate of salmon with a good appearance and aroma and put it on Fu An'an's dining car, "I heard that you are injured and infected, are you okay?" ”

"Just rest for a few days." Fu Anan nodded, a little flattered for a while.

But the fish is still forgotten.

"The blood that flowed that day poured directly into the seawater, and if the blood was eaten by the fish, would it indirectly infect the people who ate the fish?"

If it is a crisis such as an infectious disease or a zombie, then normal people are at least teammates at the moment, and Fu Anan does not feel that there is such important information that needs to be concealed.

"That's why you don't want to drink fish porridge this morning?" Hearing this, the good-looking Master Fu smiled, "Do you know what the speed of the homecoming freighter is?" Thirty-seven kilometers per hour. No matter how fast the blood-contaminated fish swam away, they couldn't catch up with our freighter and then catch it with our nets.

You've been out to sea, haven't you? Why don't you have a little common sense? ”

Fu An'an: ......

Bai was worried and ridiculed.

I don't have this common sense, and it's really because it's her first time on a boat.

Fu An'an glanced at him, "Farewell." ”