Chapter 376 Dining Room

Chef Planck held the sharp and slender kitchen knife in the palm of his hand, skillfully cutting the shriveled tomatoes on the chopping board.

Although Planck was chopping vegetables, his eyes were on the kitchen assistant who was washing the vegetables.

"Eggers, just wash it once, hurry up, those guys on the boat are going to the cafeteria to eat soon."

"Planck, why are there all vegetarian dishes today?"

"It has been out for so many days, these things are about to go bad, and if you don't eat them, they will be wasted. Of course, make these first, hurry up."

Below the kitchen is the turbine cabin, and the firepower required for cooking in the kitchen is provided below. Although this is convenient and energy-saving, it has a disadvantage, that is, the turbine cabin is very hot, and the kitchen is not much better.

In the sweltering kitchen, the chef and the chef were sweating profusely preparing the food nervously. Finally, everything was ready before the meal time.

Looking at the crew chatting while eating in the canteen with relief, Plank wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

Although he is full of fat, he has to prepare three meals a day at any time. If his physical fitness is not good, he really can't be a chef.

"Hey! Fatty, why don't you even have canned meat today? Shouldn't you hide it secretly and eat it yourself?" A sailor was a little dissatisfied with the seemingly dishes.

"Just enjoy these. This is the last meal of fresh vegetables in the warehouse. If you want to eat something else in the future, you can only eat the mushrooms I raised."

The sailor put down the plate angrily, picked up a biscuit, soaked it in the vegetable soup, and stuffed it whole into his mouth.

"It's like this every time. When I first went to sea, I ate it every day. When I came back, I ate canned sea fish every day. There were no fresh leaves. It made me unable to poop. Can't it be evened out?"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't want to eat it, put it down quickly and let the mice eat it."

The sailor stopped complaining and started eating. After all, it is very irrational to offend the person who cooks for him.

Although the meal was finished, the chef couldn't rest at this time, he picked up the leftover meals of the crew and collected them all.

When the collection was almost done, he added some crushed biscuits and dried mushrooms to it, and poured it into the large basin in the corner of the kitchen.

"Squeak~cheak~! Squeak~!" The mice, whose color had returned to brown, quickly ate around the plate.

At this moment, a plate was stretched out, and the leftovers were poured into the mouse's plate.

That was West, one thin and one fat, squatting there, watching the mice eating quickly.

These mice seem to be more orderly than humans, and they are not picky at all to eat what they catch.

After eating, he obediently wiped his mouth with his little paw, and left along the corner of the wall.

West looked at the mice and murmured, "Eat, eat, eat more."

As soon as he saw these mice, a trace of regret appeared in his heart. "Plank, you said that Lily, who was fine before, is gone. I really like that kind of naive little mouse."

Chef Planck also sighed. He squatted down and turned his head to look at the crew members who were still eating in the canteen. "Don't talk about her, how are we better than her? Look at these people, and I don't know who is unlucky this time."

Hearing this, West twitched slightly in his heart, and said with reluctance: "This voyage should be less dangerous, right? After all, there is the Pope of the Light God Sect."

"There are farts for having more people. I can tell that in some places, the more people there are, the faster they die."

While they were chatting, West suddenly heard a familiar sound of boots stomping on the floor.

When he looked back towards the entrance of the cafeteria, he found that the captain who seemed to have some thoughts walked in.

West's face changed suddenly, and he stood up immediately and said, "Planck, let's talk next time, I...I'll go back to the crew lounge first."

Just as West looked at the ground and groped towards the exit against the wall, a sudden "stop" made him tremble all over.

When the young sailor raised his head, the black eyes on one side and the white on the other made him feel a little chilly.

"You seem to be afraid of me? What are you afraid of?"

"Report to the captain! No...no...! I'm not afraid!" West put his hands together on both sides of his thighs, and his whole body collapsed tightly.

Ever since he knew that the former lunatic was the current governor, he was very worried that the other party would recall the memory of the previous insanity.

At that time, of course he would not be polite to a lunatic, not to mention the kick her mother gave when delivering food.

Even when I used to go to work at the wharf, when a lunatic blocked the way, I kicked him cursingly.

If the captain's miserable experience is really recalled, how good is he?

His explanation did not dispel Charles' doubts, but deepened them.

"During the period when I was crazy, did we meet often? Why do I always feel that you are very familiar?"

"Shua~", West's face turned pale, and cold sweat flowed down instantly.

"Because... because you have stayed at my door for so long, Captain, you should be familiar with me."

"Really? But I always feel that something is wrong." Charles stepped forward, stuck his hand on the other's jaw, and observed carefully.

"Oh, by the way, I often give you some leftover food with my mother. I guess it's because of this reason that I feel familiar!"

West shouted frantically in his heart, he is really a genius, and he can think of such a reason.

Charles' attention seemed to have been diverted. He no longer paid attention to the other person's appearance. As he slightly raised his hand, the black spider in his right eye immediately jumped out and jumped into his palm.

"West, how is your mother recently?"

West stared dumbfounded at the spider in Charles's hand, and waited until Charles asked for the second time, then immediately recovered and shouted: "Okay! Very good! She is very happy in Hope Island."

Charles nodded, turned and walked towards the table. "That's good. I owed her a family portrait before. When I find some time, I'll draw one for your family."

In the distance, Plank with a flattering face grabbed a small palm-sized fish and greeted Charles.

Before he could approach, the eight black and red slender legs of Starscream in Charles's hand hopped lightly, jumping onto the fish and starting to inject digestive juice.

What happened in the cafeteria afterwards, West no longer knew, because he had already taken this opportunity to sneak out.

West, who survived the catastrophe, was very grateful, "It's okay, it's okay, it's lucky that the captain didn't remember that I kicked him and scolded him, otherwise I would die."