"Boss, from today on, you are the shrimp king of the Devil's Islands."
After finishing three crayfish and drinking two large glasses of beer, Tony stood up and looked at Magdao with admiration, his eyes sparkling as if looking at a beautiful girl.
"Huh?" Mag frowned slightly, wary of Tony's gay gaze.
"I am Tony Moody, an unknown gourmet. I ate the crayfish you cooked today. I decided to write a story about you and the crayfish. I wonder if you are willing to cooperate a little?" Tony smiled. explained.
Tony is quite confident about his name. In Alcatraz, the restaurants and food he reviews can basically set a trend and bring fame and money to chefs and restaurants.
"Sure enough." Mag understood. His guess was correct. This devil was indeed a food critic, but he didn't have the time or interest to cooperate with his work. He said with a blank look on his face: "The story of me and crayfish? Are there any special feelings between the executioner and the condemned man?"
"Uh..." Tony was stunned. This was the first time he heard such a novel expression. However, after thinking about it carefully, the relationship between a chef who makes a living by killing and cooking crayfish and the crayfish does seem to be like an executioner and a crayfish. The relationship between death row prisoners is average.
"No... I just want to know why you thought of cooking crayfish in such a strange way, which completely subverts the conventional way of cooking seafood and makes seafood different. For example, this garlic paste, such as thirteen spices, and this spicy one Sweet little Ma, how did these unique ideas come about?" Tony shook his head, already realizing that Mag had taken the question astray.
"Maybe you don't know much about seafood. This is just a routine operation." Mag glanced at Tony and said calmly.
"I……"
Tony choked. As a gourmet who is known to know the best about seafood, he felt so aggrieved to be told that he didn't know much about seafood in person.
Mag did not continue chatting with Tony. He put the crayfish into the pot and walked between the three large pots with a large spatula. Although he was able to do it with ease, he did not have much free time to chat with the guests.
"Sit down, sit down, in front of a real chef, we have to hold it in if we don't accept it." Steve smiled and pushed Tony back to his seat. He couldn't help the smile on his face. As a good friend for many years, he was Knowing how much Tony hates his title, seeing how deflated he was today made him feel so happy that he wanted to tell those bad friends immediately.
"The most he said is that I don't understand shrimps. How can he directly say that I don't understand seafood? This is an unreasonable inference." Tony sat down and muttered unconvincedly.
Before tasting crayfish, the first shrimp in his mind was the Phi Phi King Shrimp from Phi Phi Island, but it turns out that crayfish is the real king of shrimps.
But when it comes to other seafood, he still doesn't believe that anyone can know more about it than him and eat it more comprehensively.
"Okay, geniuses all have their own tempers. I'm treating you today. We haven't seen each other for more than a year. I won't come home until I'm drunk." Steve smiled and patted his shoulder, then raised his hand to call Jane over. Ordered a few more crayfish and beers.
"That's right." Tony glanced at Mag. This devil with a pair of shrimp claws on his head is indeed a genius chef. His unconstrained cooking methods and tastes have torn apart the wall of his understanding of seafood. A gap, a little temper, a little temper, anyway, after eating this shrimp, he has no temper at all.
"Steve, I think you saved my career once again. If I wrote about roasted ribs and pig trotters, when those people tasted it for themselves, I would probably be called a liar. And Writing Crayfish will become a classic page in my career..." Tony said in charge of Steve, walking a little unsteadily.
"We... who among us is following whom? If we eat delicious food, I will definitely not forget you..."
The alcohol content of beer is not high, but it is much higher than most alcohol in this world. Drinking too much will also make you drunk.
So those demons who were sitting around drinking and eating crayfish, after the drinking party was over, helped each other and left, laughing and playing, and the laughter resounded throughout the streets.
Mag looked at this scene with a smile on his lips. Sure enough, no matter where they were, everyone looked the same after eating late night snacks and drinking wine.
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"Boss, there seems to be something going on. Why is the island burning?"
A simple wooden boat made of large pieces of wood spliced together slowly approached a small island in the night. Keir stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the island. Balls of fire lit up on the small island in the darkness. What was it? It was burning, and the sounds of exclamations and fighting could still be vaguely heard.
"It's those bastards from the Flame Demon. They have indeed found our hiding place. We have already given in so much, and they still want to kill us all." Sargeras looked at the fire, with an expression of anger on his face. He was as tall as a thick iron rod. Raising it above his head, the lava on the surface of his body began to turn red and flow, and he shouted loudly: "Burning Legion, prepare to fight!"
"Ouch!"
Dozens of lava demons on the wooden boat responded in unison. Golden-red lava flowed in the ravines of the cracked body, and they seemed to be wearing a golden-red lava armor in the darkness.
The fierce battle almost spread to the entire island. Although the lava demons were mostly stationed at the old, weak and sick, they showed terrible resilience and tenacious will in the face of the sudden attack of the flame demons.
"Kill them! How can these inferior lava demons deserve the same name as our flame demons?" An eighth-level flame demon commander stood on a high stone and shouted loudly, the burning flames on his body illuminating his A grinning face.
Over the years, the flame demons have been besieging and chasing the lava demons, and finally they found this secret station in the mist on the edge of the Devil's Islands.
The lava demon is already extremely weak. I heard that there is not even a level 6 lava demon. The powerful existence that once ranked among the top ten demon races is now not even comparable to some weak races, let alone the flaming demon that is in full swing. Tibi theory.
Therefore, tonight they are here to completely annihilate the lava demons and erase this race of fire demons that once dominated the flame demons forever.
"Lava Holy Fire Token, as long as I can find it, my status in the clan will be raised to a higher level." The commander looked at the lava demons who struggled hard but had no ability to resist. As expected, the information was lacking at all. That's right, it's just a weak race that doesn't even exist at level six.
"My lord, our ship has been burned!"
At this moment, a panicked voice sounded from behind the commander.
"Um?"
The commander was stunned and turned around to see that the wooden ship they were docking at the port was burning with raging fire.
What made his expression change even more drastically was the meteorites in the sky that were dragging their red tails and crashing towards them.
