Game Begins: Maritime Banquet 8

Wen Nannan watched as Uncle Wen slurped down a large bowl of white fish slices, some of which had streaks of dark red blood.

"What are you looking at?" Uncle Wen glanced at her. "I told you, if you don't clean it properly, there's nothing to eat."

Wen Nannan couldn't be bothered to answer him.

She turned her head to look at the entrance, watching the crew members come out of the dining room in twos and threes.

Only a small amount of porridge was left in the dining room.

"Auntie Li."

"Hm?"

"There's no more porridge. Let's change to something else to eat. Don't eat fish for the next few days. Eating too much fish isn't good."

"What are you talking about?" Auntie Li looked at Wen Nannan in confusion, watching her take off her apron and head towards the captain's room.

"Captain, I want to take a leave of absence," Wen Nannan said as soon as she entered the captain's room. "I've been infected. I volunteer to be quarantined."

She didn't know if the biggest threat in this so-called game came from those people who had suddenly become violent and looked just like zombies, such as Dr. Song, Chef Zhu, and Xiao Li.

She was also unsure if their blood would affect the fish in the sea, and to make matters worse, these fish were caught by fishing nets and brought to the dining table.

Based on her experience taking care of Xiao Li and Chef Zhu, most of them only took two days to develop symptoms.

Hopefully, the crew members who ate the fish three days later would be fine, and everything would be okay.

Wen Nannan frowned. She didn't like this game, where the rules were unclear, and she had to guess to predict the danger.

Since she was going to be quarantined, she naturally had to prepare the things she needed.

Wen Nannan didn't want to reveal her space, so she pushed a dining cart into the kitchen and began to pack the food and water she would need for the next three days.

Since Chef Zhu was bitten, the handsome and arrogant Chef Lu has become the master chef in the kitchen.

Although his knife skills weren't very good, the food he cooked tasted pretty good.

Wen Nannan looked at the prepared food on the table and put some dishes on the cart, along with some frozen food from the freezer.

There was a small refrigerator in her room, and she had brought her own electric cook. It would be enough for one person.

Perfect.

"Aren't you going to take some fish? Today's pan-fried salmon is very good."

This exceptionally handsome but aloof chef, who had only exchanged a few words with her in the five or six days they had worked together, now actually took the initiative to come over and picked up a plate of salmon with both appearance, and put it on Wen Nannan's dining car.

"I heard you were injured and infected, are you okay?"

"I'll be fine after resting for a few days." Wen Nannan nodded, feeling a little flattered.

But she still didn't want the fish.

"The blood that flowed down that day went straight into the sea. If the fish ate that blood, would the people who ate the fish be indirectly infected?"

If this was an infectious disease or a zombie crisis, then under the current circumstances, normal people were at least teammates. Wen Nannan didn't think there was any need to hide such important information.

Chef Lu smiled when he heard this.

"Do you know how fast a cargo ship is?

Thirty-seven kilometers per hour. Even if the fish that were contaminated by the blood swam as fast as they could, they wouldn't be able to catch up to our cargo ship and then be caught in our fishing nets.

You must be a first-time sailor, right? You don't even have this bit of common sense?"

Wen Nannan: ...

She worries unnecessarily, even being ridiculed by others.

Wen Nannan glanced at him. " Goodbye!"