The sharp and slender kitchen knife was held in the palm of the hand by chef Planck, skillfully cutting the shriveled tomatoes on the cutting board.

Although Planck was cutting vegetables in his hands, his eyes looked at the helper who was washing vegetables.

"Eggs, just wash it. Hurry up, the guys on the boat are about to go to the cafeteria to have dinner."

"Planck, why are all vegetarian dishes today?"

"For so many days, these things are almost broken. If you don't eat them, you'll be wasted. Hurry up."

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

In the stuffy kitchen, the chef and the chef were sweating profusely, and finally prepared everything before meal time.

Looking at the cafeteria with relief, the crew members chatting while eating and drinking, Planck wiped the sweat from his face with a towel.

Although he is covered in fat, he has to prepare three meals a day at any time. If his health is not good, he really can't become a chef.

"Hey! Fatty, why don't you even have canned meat today? Could it be that they all hide it secretly? You ate it yourself?" A sailor seemed a little dissatisfied with the dishes.

"You just enjoy these. This is the last 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 angrily put down the plate in his hand, picked up a biscuit and soaked it in the vegetable soup, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's like this every time. I ate this every day when I first went out to sea, and when I came back, I had canned sea fish every day, without any fresh leaves, so I couldn't even pull out my shit."

"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't eat, put it down quickly and give it to the mouse."

The sailor stopped complaining and burped his head to eat. After all, it was very irrational to offend people who cook for themselves.

Although the meal was finished, the chef could not stop at this time. He picked up all the leftover food from the crew and collected them.

After almost all the collection was complete, he added some chopped biscuits and dried mushrooms to it and poured it into a large basin in the corner of the kitchen.

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

At this moment, a plate reached over and poured the remaining items into the mouse's plate.

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

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

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

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

As soon as he saw these mice, he felt a little regretful. "Planck, you said Lily was fine before, why did she disappear after saying that she had nothing? I really like that kind of innocent little mouse."

Chef Planck also sighed, and half-squatted down, he turned his head to look at the crew members who were still eating in the cafeteria. "Stop talking about her, how good are we than her? Look at these people, this time I don't know who is not lucky."

Hearing this, West twitched slightly in his heart and said reluctantly: "This time the flight should be less dangerous, right? After all, there is also the Pope of the God of Light."

"There is no use for too many people. I can tell that the more people there are, the faster they die."

Just as they were chatting, West suddenly heard a familiar footstep of his boots stomping on the floor.

When he turned around and looked 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 immediately stood up 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.

The young sailor looked up and his black and white eyes in front of him made him feel a little chilled.

"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, his whole body collapsed tightly.

Ever since he learned that the madman was the current governor, he was very worried that the other party would recall the memories of his previous crazy memories.

At that time, he would certainly not be polite when facing a lunatic. Not to mention the kick she kicked when her mother sent food before.

When I went to the dock to work, I was blocked by a madman and even kicked me in cursing.

If the captain's miserable experience is really reminiscent of him, then what is better for him?

His explanation did not disappear Charles' doubts, but deepened.

"Did we meet often during my crazy time? Why do I always feel that you are very familiar with me?"

With a "swish~", West's face turned pale and cold sweat fell in an instant.

"Because... because you have been at my doorstep for so long, you should be familiar with me."

"Is that so? But I always feel something is wrong." Charles took a step forward, stuck the other person's jaw with his hand, and observed it 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 with you!"

West shouted wildly in his heart, "I am such a genius, and I can think of such reasons."

Charles' attention seemed to have been diverted. He did not pay attention to the other person's appearance anymore. As he raised his hand gently, the black and red spider in his right eye immediately jumped out and jumped into his palm.

"West, how are your mother doing well recently?"

West stared at the spider in Charles's hand in a daze. He waited until Charles asked for it for the second time before he immediately came to his senses and shouted: "Okay! Very good! She had a great time on Hope Island."

Charles nodded, turned around and walked towards the dining table. "That's good. I owe her a family photo before. I'll draw one for your family when I find time."

Planck looked flattering in the distance, and grabbed a small fish the size of a palm in his hand and looked towards Charles.

Before he could get closer, Charles's eight black and red thin legs of red spiders in his hand jumped gently, and he jumped onto the fish and began to inject digestive juice.

What happened in the cafeteria afterwards was no longer known, and he had already sneaked out by this opportunity.
Chapter completed!