Chapter 2263: Cat Getan Music Festival (Part 11)

"Of course, the dishes are certainly not finished yet. There's only one dish now." Wanda, who had squeezed over later, looked at Bruce with some confusion, thinking to herself that this Batman didn't seem very smart.

"No, I mean this dish isn't finished yet," Bruce looked back and said: "You intend to eat it just like this?"

"What's wrong with that?" Wanda had already plucked off a crab leg. Jarvis, who was beside her, looked like he wanted to stop her but didn't. Wanda bit open the crab leg shell with a 'crack', and the moment the crab meat entered her mouth, she coughed violently twice, then started gasping frantically. Her complexion was fast becoming as red as her hair color.

"Holy shit, why the fuck is this so spicy??!! Did you stuff an entire chili plantation in here?!!"

Magneto's expression dropped instantly, but he suddenly remembered that Professor X couldn't eat spicy food. If he had eaten it first, he would definitely be coughing from the spice now. So, cursing was fine; young people having the courage to try was a good thing, and being short-tempered was understandable.

Professor X hurriedly handed water to Wanda, and Jarvis patted her back. Wanda coughed for a good while, wrinkled her face, and pointed the crab leg at Seeing Natasha, meaning for her to try it.

Seeing Natasha didn't believe in evil. She was very capable of eating spicy food, and because she had almost no pain sensation, her perception of spiciness was low; it had to be something very spicy for her to feel a little bit of spiciness.

She also bit open the crab leg with a 'crack', and instantly gasped. Although it couldn't be called very spicy to her, she knew she could feel the hot pain on her tongue. This thing simply wasn't something a normal person could eat.

She looked at Bruce with an uncomprehending expression, the look of disbelief on her face as if to say: making crab this spicy, do you Gothamites have something on your minds?

"The crab leg isn't the main dish; it's a seasoning." Bruce said helplessly: "I already said the dishes aren't finished yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter brought up plate after plate of ingredients, one portion for each person. In the middle was a piece of cut butter puff pastry bread, a dollop of yogurt cheese, green sauce, and two small basil leaves.

Jason skillfully started working, spreading the yogurt cheese evenly into the middle of the cut puff pastry bread, adding two or three spoonfuls of sauce, putting in the basil leaves, picking up the crab leg and biting it lightly to squeeze the meat inside into the very middle, then picking out a large piece of crab meat from the main part of the crab, coating it in curry juice, using a spoon to scoop up some crab roe, piling it all into the bread, opening his mouth as wide as possible, taking one bite, narrowing his eyes, and chewing with enjoyment.

Professor X suddenly realized, his gaze falling on the yogurt cheese. Bruce introduced: "Although I don't know why, Cat Getan's chili peppers grow harder than other plants, which leads to their astonishing spiciness, almost impossible to eat directly."

"But Gothamites love spicy food, so they choose to use some chili peppers to pickle food, which can well alleviate the overly stimulating spiciness, and at the same time, pair it with a large amount of dairy products that can relieve spiciness, seasoned with spices like curry, parsley sauce, and basil leaves, to create fragrant, spicy, and rich delicacies."

"Of course, this is a more high-end way of eating. If it's home cooking, it's generally bread spread with cheese, spicy crab legs dipped in a little curry and put together. It's just that adding some extra crab meat and crab roe rich in spices tastes better."

Schiller, while learning from Jason and starting to operate, asked: "The core of this dish should be the spicy crab legs, right? Is it a fisherman's recipe?"

"Yes and no. Cat Getan's crabs are very large and relatively easy to catch, so until now, they are still the main dish for fishermen. They don't lack crab meat to eat, so generally, no one gnaws on the crab legs."

"Although that's the case, there's still quite a bit of meat in the crab legs. When the boat arrives at the dock, there will be specialized vendors collecting the crab legs, taking them back to pickle them into various flavors to sell to residents. Because the price is cheap and they are everywhere, various ways of eating them have been developed."

Jason, while spreading the next piece of bread, said: "You can see a small stall with a crab drawn on it on almost every street in the East End. Usually, they hang colorful crab legs on the pole at the top; that's selling pickled crab legs. Besides this way of eating, I also like to eat raw onion crab leg salad."

Schiller finally finished his first bread, and Seeing Natasha finished at almost the same time. The female agent looked left and right, found that no one was paying attention to her, and simply swallowed it in one bite like Jason, and Schiller did the same.

Then they both discovered that it was indeed as Bruce said; this was an extremely unique and rich flavor. Various tastes seemed to be holding a concert in their mouths, making it almost impossible to distinguish what exactly was fragrant at first. Anyway, it was very fragrant, and the fragrance rushed straight to the brain from the nasal cavity.

After chewing, one would find that the main fragrance was of course brought by the fat of the dairy products. The yogurt cheese was extremely rich, tasting almost like dried cheese. The milky fragrance is the kind of fragrance humans can most easily distinguish, and it could perfectly satisfy human appetite since primitive times.

Immediately after that was the taste of various spices mixed together. Besides the fragrance of curry, the spread parsley sauce also had a very rich and indescribable fragrance, a bit like condensing a forest into a spoonful of sauce. Instead, the taste of basil leaves could almost not be tasted.

Immediately after that was the fresh fragrance brought by the crab meat and crab roe. The main body of the crab hadn't been processed too much, and clearly, it wasn't boiled together with the curry, but steamed first and then poured with curry, so it well retained the original fresh and sweet taste of the ingredients. The crab roe was even more fresh and rich, extremely fresh and fragrant.

The spiciness that should have been very prominent only stood out at the last step, but as soon as it came out, it overwhelmed the others, stimulating the taste buds to secrete a large amount of saliva. In the end, it was fragrant, fresh, and spicy. One couldn't say why it was delicious, but anyway, it was very simply delicious.

For a time, no one spoke. Everyone was stuffing bread after bread into their mouths. Two plates of curry crab were quickly eaten. Immediately after, the pickled crab leg salad mentioned by Jason was served, but it used green mango and white radish shreds. The crab legs weren't spicy either, but were pickled into a sweet and sour taste, mixed with chili and salt powder, just enough to relieve the greasiness brought by the cream.

After that, a large basin of porridge was served. Schiller was somewhat familiar with this; it was a bit like the seafood claypot porridge in the Chaoshan area. There was a layer of rice oil floating on top, but there were no various seafood in the porridge. The seafood was served separately.

Schiller saw Bruce take a bowl and scoop out a bowl of white porridge, scoop a spoonful of fried small dried fish, two spoonfuls of green beans, and a spoonful of fried fish skin shreds, peanut shreds, and green pepper rings.

Immediately after, he broke open the heads of two large shrimp from another plate, squeezed the contents inside the shrimp heads onto the surface of the porridge. A layer of red oil instantly floated on the white porridge. Then he peeled the shrimp, threw the shrimp meat in, mixed them together, and added two drops of sesame oil.

The more Schiller looked, the hungrier he got. He knew how delicious this thing was just by looking at it. Clearly, others were the same, so they immediately scooped themselves a bowl of porridge and added everything they could add.

Of course, these were all the performances of outsiders. Gothamites were still picking and choosing. Pamela didn't eat peanuts and took that small dish of peanuts off the tray. Jason used a spoon to crush the dried fish and fish skin shreds more finely. Tim clearly didn't like green peppers, and couldn't stand cilantro even more, but he dumped both plates of things into Jason's bowl.

Jason didn't refuse anyone. Having grown up at the bottom, he had a heavy taste. He also snatched Tim's two shrimp heads, soaked them directly in the porridge, scooped up the thick shrimp paste and shrimp oil, mixed it with the white porridge, and after a large spoonful, let out a satisfied sigh.

Schiller also tasted a spoonful, and then couldn't help but sigh that Gothamites really knew how to eat. Although one could tell from this large porcelain basin with blue and white porcelain patterns that this should be the masterpiece of a Chinese chef, Cat Getan seafood really lived up to its reputation.

Perhaps because the living environment was too harsh, the seafood had to work hard to grow and accumulate nutrients to survive, so the freshness of the seafood here was very strong.

Normally, in such a large bowl of porridge, sprinkling these few spoonfuls of ingredients shouldn't allow one to taste much flavor, but the shrimp oil squeezed from the two shrimp heads, as soon as it entered the mouth, was full of fresh and sweet flavor, and then it was the salty and fresh flavor of the dried fish and the slight fishy smell of the fish skin, which almost merged with the rice fragrance.

"How's the taste?" Bruce looked at Schiller and asked.

"Far beyond expectations." Schiller gently blew on the porridge in the spoon and said: "Arrogance actually ate so well behind my back."

Bruce laughed and said: "The Professor doesn't eat these."

"Yes, he usually can't accept these steps." Schiller shook his head and said: "He prefers to maintain the status quo and not make changes."

"And he can't eat spicy food." Victor said while peeling shrimp for his wife: "It's always the old three: steak, salmon, and braised vegetables, paired with a glass of ice wine. Every restaurant he goes to no longer needs him to order."

"For me, any thing that can stimulate the senses, I will bravely try and accept." Schiller stirred the porridge in the bowl and said: "But dopamine boiling will affect reason. Most Schillers don't like this feeling, so eating for us is like a task rather than enjoyment."

Seeing Natasha, who drank the porridge by holding the bowl, put down the bowl, let out a long breath, and burped, saying: "There is a proverb in Russia that life without hot food is a kind of asceticism. Hot doesn't just include temperature, but also calories, fat, spices, salt, and sugar are always the more the better. And if you don't possess this simple happiness, you won't find so much elsewhere even if you spend ten times the effort."

"So I can't understand people who escape enjoying happiness." Schiller's gaze stayed on Bruce's face for two seconds, then turned to look at Batman sitting behind him, and said: "Refusing happiness and enjoyment is not a honing of willpower. Naturally accepting them, letting the brain indulge in them, and then restoring reason when it is most needed, is truly living."

"Well said, cheers to you." A glass of wine was handed over. Schiller looked up along the arm and saw Constantine's face.

Bruce looked at Victor, Victor looked at Pamela, and Pamela looked at Lex.

Instantly, several glasses were stretched out in front of Schiller, saying: "To your open-mindedness, cheers to you."

Constantine's wine glass was completely squeezed away. Schiller didn't take it to heart either, clinked glasses with them, but only took a small sip of wine, and his attention was on the other dishes on the table.

Constantine gave everyone a dissatisfied look, while others returned a serious warning. Seeing Natasha was somewhat confused; she had some impression of Constantine, but didn't know him well.

Pamela started picking up her phone and typing frantically. Soon, Seeing Natasha's phone went 'ding-dong'. She picked it up and saw a long paragraph of dizzying text.

But soon another long string of text, even longer than this, was sent over. Seeing Natasha saw the sender was Bruce. She had no time to think about how he got her number, and was completely shocked by the indescribable things described in Bruce's text message.

She looked at Bruce, her eyes as if saying "Are you serious?", and then looked at Constantine, her eyes as if saying "Are you for real?".

Finally, the female agent looked at the ceiling in despair. If there is anything harder than stopping a fish from biting a sick hook, it might be stopping Greed from biting a mental patient's hook. ===== CHAPTER 2264 =====