The Doomsday Chef

Chapter 182 The Spanish Galleon
The old man stood up. He also had dark skin, gray hair on his head, and several deep grooves left by the years on his face. Looking at it, he was estimated to be 60 years old.

"I'm Yang Jianguo, you can call me Uncle Yang." Yang Jianguo tidied up his patched clothes shyly, trying to make himself look more energetic.

Lu Chen nodded, walked to the table and sat down, and someone immediately brought a few glasses of water.

He took a sip and asked softly, "What's in the sea?"

Su Mo walked to the large glass window on the side of the meeting room, where he could clearly see the sea, magnificent and black as ink.

A Bao sat down on one side, and when he mentioned the business, he became serious and took out a document from a pile of documents on the table: "All marine life has mutated, and all the marine life we ​​have encountered All species are here."

Lu Chen took the file and opened it, and Su Mo moved over.

Each page marked the characteristics of some mutated fish. Su Mo frowned more and more as he looked back. Then Lu Chen stopped on a page with a giant octopus drawn.

Seeing him looking at the octopus in thought, Yang Jianguo hurriedly said, "My grandson saw this thing at the seaside, and I'm not sure if it really exists."

Su Mo looked up and found that the old man's expression seemed to be still worried that they would not go. She couldn't help asking: "You are not young, why are you sailing with us?"

Yang Jianguo thought he thought he was old, so he quickly rolled up his sleeves to reveal his strong arms: "I can be regarded as the most experienced fisherman in Tanghai City, don't worry."

Bao Yao grinned, motioned him to be calm, and then explained to Su Mo: "Every time we find sailing candidates, they are all voluntary, and they have sufficient experience. A handsome reward."

Facing Yang Jianguo's plain face, Su Mo knew in his heart: "For grandson?"

Yang Jianguo nodded and scratched his thinning hair: "My grandson's parents died, and my wife and I took care of them. We are old and have nothing to contribute, so I volunteered."

Lu Chen closed the document and returned it to Bao Yao, asking, "What remuneration do we need to pay?"

Bao Yao repeatedly waved his hands and shook his head, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth and said with a smile: "The supplies that Mr. Jiang sent last time are still sufficient, we can wait for you to come back and count."

Although Bao Yao knew in his heart that these people would never come back, but behind the opponent was a big shot, he was generous, and he would be indispensable in the follow-up.

Lu Chen: "The boat is ready?"

Bao Yao nodded: "Would you like to see it now? We have made further improvements to the bottom plate of the boat. Compared with the previous batches that used hard alloy, it can withstand the attacks of ordinary mutated fish."

"Go and have a look." Lu Chen stood up.

Bao Yao gave Yang Jianguo a wink, and the latter hurried to the front of the group and went downstairs.

After leaving the high-rise building, they took a car to the beach. Because they were afraid that the creatures in the sea would come up, there were also people stationed here, all of whom were local fishermen.

After entering the beach, several people got out of the car. Su Mo still felt unreal when she stepped on the soft sand. She knelt down and grabbed the soft sand under her feet. The fine sand slipped through her fingers. Dazed.

It's ridiculous to say that it was the first time she saw the sea at such a big age, but it no longer had the peacefulness she saw on TV magazines.

"Su Mo?" Lu Chen stood beside her and held out his hand to her.

Su Mo came back to his senses, put his hand into his cool palm with a smile and stood up: "Let's go."

Yang Jianguo guided them to the seaside, where the wind was strong and the salty smell was very strong. A huge sailboat docked there, and the anchor sank on the seabed to lock it firmly in this area.

Jianxiong saw the big ship at a glance, and his whole square face was excited: "This is the first time I have seen such an old ship."

You must know that they were on missions before, but they were real advanced technological ships.

Su Mo glared at Jianxiong, who closed his mouth angrily and obediently followed behind.

Yang Jianguo explained: "This is a Spanish galleon. The previous ships sank due to accidents. This is the last one. We don't have any extra materials to make better ones, but all the strong materials have been replaced. We have strengthened the hull, you can rest assured."

Su Mo approached the hull, and the two sails that looked like huge wings were retracted on the main pole. The dark sea made the boat heave and fall in the water, like a flat boat in the mouth of an abyss.

After Su Mo glanced roughly, he was attracted by another big black boat not far from the beach: "Is that also yours over there?"

Bao Yao looked over and said, "That's the fishermen from the village next door to us, and they serve Mr. Lu."

Everyone knows who this Mr. Lu is.

Lu Chen led Su Mo around and said, "Go back."

After checking and accepting the ship, the group returned to the tall building. Bao Yao prepared dinner for them. There was some lump soup in the hall on the first floor, and the soldiers took turns to eat in an orderly manner.

There are also some strong fishermen who can eat pimple soup with them.

Lu Chen was still discussing tomorrow's voyage and some air pressure and weather issues with Yang Jianguo, so Su Mo sat alone on the steps on the second floor, sipping soup, and a little boy came up to him.

He looked helplessly at the soup in her hand, but didn't intend to ask for it.

Su Mo put down the spoon and passed the bowl over: "Do you want to eat?"

The boy shook his head and asked her cautiously: "Are you the one who will go out on the boat with grandpa tomorrow?"

Su Mo was taken aback, then remembered Uncle Yang: "Are you his grandson?"

"Yeah" the boy nodded.

Su Mo rubbed his head, patted the steps next to him and said softly, "Come and sit?"

The boy hesitated for a while, nodded and sat beside her. Su Mo passed the bowl over again after seeing the slender wrist exposed from the sleeve: "I'm full, if you don't want it, I'll pour it."

"Thank you" the boy thanked him, and carefully took a small bite and ate it. Although he was very hungry, he still restrained himself.

Su Mo looked at him eating with his chin: "Do you often have nothing to eat?"

The boy nodded, swallowed the lump in his mouth and said, "My grandparents and I have no labor, so we eat once every two days."

Su Mo was taken aback for a moment, and then her eyes dimmed. She sighed. In this doomsday, it is really difficult for the weak to rely on the strong to survive.

She just watched him quietly eating up the pimple soup bit by bit, and the boy licked the bowl with some unsatisfied desire. Su Mo asked him, "Do you want more? I can ask for some more for you."

The boy was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes turned red: "Is that okay, I want to bring some to my grandma."

Su Mo's heart softened: "Of course."

She stood up and stretched out her hand to the boy. He hesitated for a moment, and wiped his dark little hand on the colorless pants before pulling him up.

　Ah~ ticket, where are you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)