The thirteen-spice crayfish was a great invention.
Of course, the greatest was still the chef who invented the thirteen-spice crayfish.
The exact creator was no longer known. However, the godfather of the thirteen-spice crayfish — Wang Shouyi — was also worthy of Meg's praise.
After all, Wang Shouyi's thirteen-spice crayfish was one of the top four condiments along with Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, Mao De Gong spicy sauce, and Wang Zhi He's tofu curd. Wang Shouyi's thirteen-spice crayfish was a household name, and was a must-have for many housewives.
Thirteen-spice sunflower seeds, thirteen-spice dried tofu, thirteen-spice chicken drumstick, thirteen-spice quail egg …
There was nothing that couldn't be made without thirteen-spice. He had successfully established his position in the condiment world.
The steaming hot crayfish was bright red in color and had a fragrant aroma. Although it was called thirteen-spice, after Wang Shouyi and Wang Xiao 'er's system's upgrade and modification, there were far more than just thirteen spices in the thirteen-spice crayfish.
The number of spices wasn't for the sake of having more, nor was it a competition. They complemented each other, creating the unique flavor and distinct layers of wonderful taste of the thirteen-spice crayfish.
Meg took a bite of the crayfish head. It was spicy and fragrant, with a lingering fragrance. It was so delicious that he couldn't stop eating!
"It's so delicious. I like this crayfish flavor. It would be better if it was a little spicier," Amy said as she pouted and breathed in.
"But … I think it's already very spicy?" Jane's lips were red as she breathed in. She couldn't take it anymore, but she couldn't help but continue eating.
After eating crayfish for three consecutive days, Meg also prepared a steamed sea bass. This was a wild sea bass that he caught on the way back. Meg picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. The meat was tender, bouncy, and extremely delicious. It was worthy of being called the best game.
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"Steve, no one knows seafood better than me. I don't believe you if you say this is the most delicious crayfish on the Demon Islands. Could there be crayfish made by a demon that is more delicious than the king mantis shrimp on Pi Pi Island?" A middle-aged demon with a brandy nose and thick blonde hair in the team said to the young demon beside him with a smile.
As one of the few renowned gourmets among the demons, Tony Moody was a columnist for many renowned gourmet magazines. He presented the classic delicacies of the Demon Islands to the foodies of the Norland Continent, and was renowned for his seafood reviews. He was hailed as the gourmet who knew seafood best in the world of food criticism.
Tony had been a guest on the nearby Abyssal Island for the past few days. He was preparing to write a review of the most famous roasted pig trotters on the Abyssal Island to prove that he still had a very good business ability outside of seafood.
However, to his disappointment, the roasted pig trotters did not bring him too much of a surprise. Although it had the characteristics of an Abyssal Demon, the porcupine battle boar trotters did not taste as good as he had imagined due to the crude roasting technique. This made him feel a little troubled as to what to write in the next issue of the gourmet column.
The abyssal demons were the best of the top ten demon clans. With the special delicacies of the abyssal demons as a gimmick, the sales of the magazine would definitely not be too bad.
However, other than the gimmick, the taste that was not surprising enough, the way to eat it was a little bloody, and how to handle it artistically without being too exaggerated and disappointing the customers who came because of it. These problems required him to spend a lot of time thinking about.
The Abyssal Island was not far from Carapace Island. His good friend Steve happened to be staying on Carapace Island, so he specially came to visit him.
Steve insisted on bringing him to eat the so-called most delicious crayfish, which made him a little indignant. No one knew seafood better than him. When it came to crayfish, the most delicious one had to be the king mantis shrimp from Pipi Island.
On the Demon Islands, no demon was better at cooking crayfish than the Pipi Tribe.
As for Carapace Island, it had a very special position in the food and beverage industry of the Demon Islands. It was famous for its low-end and messy food, but there were also some famous chefs. However, once they stood out, they would be recruited by the other clans, and would not choose to stay on Carapace Island.
This was a new restaurant. According to Steve, it had only been opened for two to three days.
Although he was not looking forward to it, what surprised him was that there was already a long line of dozens of people at the entrance before opening hours. This was not a common sight on Carapace Island which was famous for its chaos.
"You'll know how it tastes after you try it. But let me tell you, when you enter the restaurant later, you have to pay attention to your words and actions. Although you're a qualified gentleman, don't show any disrespect to the lady boss and the waiters," Steve warned Tony with a serious expression.
"Oh? What's so special about it? "Tony asked curiously.
"On the first day of opening, the lady boss and little boss killed a customer who didn't pay as a sacrifice to the gods. Yesterday, people from the Ten Kings Palace came to cause trouble and kicked a customer. Then, four members of the Ten Kings Palace were sent flying out of the restaurant. Although you are bigger in weight, you had better behave yourself if you don't want to fly out of the restaurant. "
"I'm scared, I'm scared." Tony nodded in surprise. A fierce person who dared to send people from the Ten Kings Palace flying was indeed very rare on Carapace Island.
After a short while, the restaurant's door opened, and a young demon walked out. His expression was slightly stiff, and his voice was a little hoarse as he said, "The restaurant is open for business. Please come in."
"What kind of demon is this?" Tony sized up Meg. He had been to almost all of the Demon Islands and had some understanding of most of the demons. However, he could not recognize what kind of demon this was at that moment. It was really strange that he had a pair of pincers on his head.
"I haven't seen it before, either. I think it's one of those demons that almost went extinct." Steve shook his head. He could not recognize what kind of demon this boss was, either.
The courtyard door opened, and the customers filed in. Soon, all the seats in the courtyard were filled. The remaining customers entered the restaurant and filled it up as well.
Jane deftly set up a row of simple tables and chairs on the side of the street for the customers to take their seats.
"Is it really so charming that it can be done to this extent in just two days?" Tony couldn't help but mumble as he looked at the hundreds of customers who took their seats in the blink of an eye.
"I can guarantee that after eating this crayfish, you won't want to write about the Abyss Roasted Pig Trotters in this issue's column," Steve said with a smile as he led Tony to a seat near the big pot in the center.
"Ha, I spent five whole days in the Abyss Island to write this column. Do you know how it feels to spend five whole days in the Abyss that is filled with the smell of pig urine? How can I give up on such hard-earned first-hand information? "Tony found it ridiculous and did not believe Steve's words at all.
Steve was not in a hurry to refute. He picked up the table number board and looked at it. He looked at Meg who was preparing with surprise, and said, "Boss, there's a new crayfish tonight?"
"Yes, there's a new item tonight, thirteen-spice crayfish," Meg replied casually.
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