Super Monk

"Nothing. It's just a high fever. It hasn't caused any other symptoms yet!" Zhao Fugui directly releases the disease eating ghost from the pagoda, letting the disease eating ghost devour Shu Xiaosu's disease Qi.

"Strange ghost!" Xia muhualizi is also a psychic. She can see ghosts. When she sees the disease eater Xia muhualizi, she stares and says in surprise.

In ghosts, not all ghosts are ordinary ghosts. There are also some special ghosts with various powers. Japanese Yin Yang masters call these ghosts strange ghosts, which are very rare. In Japan, few Yin Yang masters can master these ghosts. Unexpectedly, Zhao Fugui has one here.

"All right!" Fever is just a minor illness. It takes only a few minutes for the disease eater to swallow up the Qi of Shu Xiaosu. Zhao Fugui takes the disease eater back to the pagoda, and Shu Xiaosu lies on the bed and covers it with a thin quilt. "You sleep with Sue!"

Zhao Fugui leans against the bulkhead. Xia muhuilizi and Shu Xiaosu are crowded on a single bed. Zhao Fugui sits at the end of the bed and leans against the bulkhead. After tossing about all night, Zhao Fugui quickly falls asleep.

Early the next morning, Shu Xiaosu's body recovered a little, but she didn't recover completely. She didn't expect that xiamu hualizi was also ill. Although she was a Yin Yang teacher, her physical quality was not much better than ordinary people. She didn't sleep well at night, so xiamu hualizi was also ill.

Zhao Fugui devours xiamuhuilizi's illness with a disease eater, settles the two sick girls, and then goes to work to earn money. There is nothing else valuable on the three of them that can be exchanged for cash.

"These are all yours. Chop them up!" An Asian, speaking unfamiliar Chinese, cheered impatiently to Zhao Fugui. This guy is a Malay. He has been around the world for a long time and knows a little bit of all kinds of languages.

This Malay is Zhao Fugui, their foreman, who is in charge of more than 20 black people. Now we have to add Zhao Fugui, a Chinese. Zhao Fugui here is called No.1 kitchen. The kitchen is full of chicken, duck, fish, rice and other things.

A few black people wash rice, which Westerners don't eat, but the Japanese, Singaporeans, Indians and a small number of Chinese on board eat.

A few black people are responsible for cleaning chicken, duck and fish, while others are responsible for transporting the processed things from kitchen 1 to kitchen 2 and VIP kitchen.

No.2 kitchen is responsible for the food of almost all the people on board. The food of the first-class cabin is the best and can be ordered. The food of the second-class cabin is worse, but there are many kinds of dishes. The third-class cabin has no choice at all. Every day, there are two kinds of meat and one vegetable at noon.

On the sea, the shelf life of vegetables is short. Fresh vegetables are supplied to the first and second class cabins after each port call. The third class cabins only get one meal of vegetables a day.

VIP kitchens are the rich people who spend a lot of money to travel around the world. They can eat whatever they want. VIP kitchens are responsible for their food and provide food for the banquets held by these rich people.

In front of Zhao Fugui's eyes, there are seven or eight slices of pork, some of which are roast ribs ordered by VIP guests, and some of which are used for first class cooking.

Each of these ribs weighs more than 100 Jin. Zhao Fugui wields a machete to chop up the ribs. Seven or eight ribs were chopped by Zhao Fugui. He was more efficient than those strong black people.

The Malays looked at Zhao Fugui, a fierce meat chopper, swallowing their saliva. They were not too close. Even the black people around Zhao Fugui were subconsciously a little far away from Zhao Fugui. If they replaced the ribs with individuals, they would have to be chopped clean soon.

"I need some food, or money!" In less than an hour, Zhao Fugui cut those ribs into small pieces and piled them into a hill. After Zhao Fugui finished his work, he found the Malay and said.

"All the food is raw. There is no cooked food in kitchen 1. You can go to kitchen 2 to look for it! Money only comes when it's dark! " The Malays are afraid, said the tall Zhao Fugui.

"Where's kitchen two?" Zhao Fugui asked again, Qian Zhao Fugui can not, but there are two girls in the cabin from last night to now have no dinner.

"Kitchen No.2 is on the first floor above. You can go by the freight elevator and take these ribs and rice belts. They will let you pass!" Said the Malay.

Zhao Fugui is pushing a pickup truck, which is full of ribs of several hundred jin, and the bottom layer is also filled with washed rice. Zhao Fugui already knows that there are more than 4000 people on this cruise ship. These things that Zhao Fugui is pushing are only part of the main course and staple food. There are many other things to prepare to meet the daily consumption of a ship.

"Damn it, how did a Vietnamese deliver food today?" Next to the huge freight elevator, a muscular European muttered, then opened the freight elevator and impatiently let Zhao Fugui in.

Unfortunately, Zhao Fugui could not understand what he was saying, otherwise he would tell him that he was not Vietnamese.

The freighter was divided into four layers. From top to bottom, there was only the first layer. The second and third layers were above the deck. The fourth, the third class, was below the deck.

The environment of the second class cabin is much better than that of the third class cabin. The most important thing is that there is still ventilation and sunshine. As soon as Zhao Fugui got on the deck, he decided that he must let Shu Xiaosu and Xia muhuilizi live on it. It's really not a place for people to live below.No.2 kitchen is much bigger than Zhao Fugui imagined. It is also like a real kitchen. There are no black people, all European people with blonde hair, blue eyes or brown hair, and a small number of Asians.

"Hey, fool, put your stuff here! Things that have been touched by your dirty hands will have to be cleaned again before they can be eaten by the guests! " Yelled a European with brown hair and a tattoo of liberty on his arm.

Zhao Fugui didn't understand what this guy said, but he could feel his malice. Zhao Fugui gives this guy a cold glance, but he can't speak. He just throws the cart and goes into the kitchen to find something to eat.

"Hey, Thomas, this idiot can't understand what you're talking about!" When people around the Europeans saw this scene, they burst out laughing with a mocking smile.

"Let me tell you, I know Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese and Malay!" A small Asian jumped out with the iron spoon and yelled a few words to Zhao Fugui in fluent Japanese. Zhao Fugui didn't respond. Then he used Vietnamese and Malay. Zhao Fugui didn't look at him until he was in poor Chinese. "Ha ha, I know, this fool is a Chinese, damn chinese, I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

Zhao Fugui glanced at the Japanese guy. When he saw two plates of sea fish and chicken that had just been prepared, Zhao Fugui went directly to serve them.

"Damn it, get your dirty hands off me!" Thomas felt that he had lost face, and with a loud roar, he chopped Zhao Fugui's hand with a kitchen knife.

"Bang!" The next moment, the crowd saw only a flash of shadow, and Thomas, a muscular man, flew out and hit the freezer heavily, causing a big hole in the freezer. Thomas turned his head and fainted.

No one dares to talk nonsense any more, watching Zhao Fugui leave the kitchen with two dishes.