Chef Planck held the sharp and slender kitchen knife in his hand, skillfully cutting the shriveled tomatoes on the chopping board.
Although Planck was cutting vegetables with his hands, his eyes were looking at the kitchen helper who was washing vegetables nearby.
"Aigus, just wash once, hurry up, the guys on the ship will go to the cafeteria to eat soon."
"Planck, why are all the dishes vegetarian today?"
"We've been out for so many days, these things are going to go bad. If we don't eat them now, it will be a waste. Of course, we have to make these first, quickly."
Below the kitchen is the turbine compartment, and the firepower needed for cooking in the kitchen is provided from below. Although this is convenient and energy-saving, it has a disadvantage, which is that the turbine compartment is very hot, and the kitchen is not much better.
In the stuffy kitchen, the chef and his assistants were sweating as they nervously prepared the food. They worked hard and finally got everything ready before dinner time.
Looking with satisfaction at the crew members who were eating and chatting in the cafeteria, Planck wiped the sweat from his face with a towel.
Don't be fooled by his fat body, he has to prepare three meals a day at any time. If he doesn't have good physical fitness, he really can't be a chef.
"Hey! Fatty, why don't we even have canned meat today? You must have hidden them all away and ate them by yourself?" A sailor seemed a little dissatisfied with the dishes.
"Just enjoy these. This is the last fresh vegetable in the warehouse. If you want to eat anything else in the future, you can only eat the mushrooms I raise."
The sailor put down the plate in his hand indignantly, picked up a biscuit, soaked it in the vegetable soup, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"It's always like this. When I first went out to sea, I ate this every day. When I came back, I ate canned sea fish every day. There was no fresh leaves at all. I couldn't even poop. Can't you make it even?"
"Don't talk nonsense. If you don't want to eat it, put it down and give it to the mice."
The sailor stopped complaining and started eating. After all, it was very irrational to offend the person who cooked for him.
Although the meal was ready, the chef couldn't rest yet. He collected all the leftovers from the crew members.
When he had collected almost everything, he added some crushed biscuits and dried mushrooms and poured it into a large basin in the corner of the kitchen.
"Squeak! Squeak!" The mice, whose color had returned to brown, quickly gathered around the plate and started eating.
Just at this moment, a plate was extended to pour the remaining food into the mouse's plate.
That was West. One thin and one fat, they just squatted there and watched the mice eating quickly.
These mice seem to be much more orderly than humans, and they are not picky at all and eat whatever they can catch.
After eating, it obediently wiped its mouth with its little paws and left along the corner of the wall.
West looked at the mice and murmured, "Eat, eat, eat more."
When he saw these mice, he felt a little sorry for them. "Plank, how come Lily, who was fine before, is gone all of a sudden? I really like those innocent little mice."
Chef Planck also sighed, half squatting and turning his head to look at the crew members who were still eating in the cafeteria. "Don't talk about her. How are we any better than her? Look at these people. I don't know who has bad luck this time."
Hearing this, West's heart twitched slightly, and he said reluctantly: "This voyage should be less dangerous, right? After all, we have the Pope of the Church of Light with us."
"Having more people is useless. I've figured it out. In some places, the more people there are, the faster they die."
As they were chatting, West suddenly heard a familiar sound of boots hitting the floor.
West's face suddenly changed, and he immediately stood up and said, "Planck, let's talk next time. I... I'm going back to the crew lounge first."
Just as West was looking at the ground, groping towards the exit along the wall, a sudden "stop" made him tremble all over.
When the young sailor looked up, the black and white eyes in front of him made him feel a little cold.
"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 tense.
Ever since he knew that the former madman was the current Governor, he was very worried that the other party would recall the memories of his previous madness.
Of course he would not be polite to a madman at that time, not to mention the kick he gave her mother when she delivered food.
Even when I was going to work at the dock in the past, if a madman blocked my way, I would kick him while cursing.
If the captain really recalls such a miserable experience, is there any good in him
His explanation did not dispel Charles's doubts, but deepened them.
"During the time when I was crazy, did we meet often? Why do I always feel that you are very familiar?"
"Swish~" West's face turned pale and cold sweat instantly flowed down.
"Because... Captain, you stayed at my doorstep for so long, so it's only natural that you're familiar with me."
"Really? But I always feel like something is wrong." Charles stepped forward, held the other's jaw with his hand, and observed him carefully.
"Oh, by the way, my mother and I often bring you some leftover food. I guess that's why you feel so familiar with me!"
West was screaming wildly in his heart, thinking that he was a genius to be able to come up with such a reason.
Charles' attention seemed to be diverted, and he no longer paid attention to the other person's appearance. As he raised his hand slightly, the black and red spider in his right eye immediately jumped out and jumped into his palm.
"West, how is your mother doing lately?"
West stared at the spider in Charles' hand in amazement. It was not until Charles asked for the second time that he came to his senses and shouted loudly: "Good! Very good! She is very happy in Hope Island."
Charles nodded and turned to walk towards the dining table. "That's good. I still owe her a family portrait. I'll draw one for your family sometime."
In the distance, Planck, with a flattering look on his face, walked towards Charles with a small fish the size of a palm in his hand.
Before he could get close, the eight thin black and red legs of the red spider in Charles' hand jumped lightly and jumped onto the fish and began to inject digestive fluid.
West had no idea what happened in the cafeteria afterwards because he took the opportunity to sneak out.
West, who survived the disaster, felt very lucky, "Fortunately, fortunately, the captain didn't remember that I kicked him and scolded him, otherwise I would be dead."
(End of this chapter)