A Ruckus of Demons
Northerners couldn't swim, so they loved eating fish.
Inland people had never seen the sea, so they loved seafood.
People from the coast and the plains had never tried mountain delicacies, so the eight mountain treasures were a must.
City folk had never eaten game, so they loved it.
The biggest reason people liked these things, in the end, was that they rarely got the chance to eat them.
Comrade Lu Sanhu hadn't even wondered where the two big carp had come from. He only knew he'd soon be in for a treat.
There wasn't much point in nitpicking anyway. North America had long since been conquered by Huaxia's big carp.
Getting a few big carp in Africa was no big deal. In fact, African dragonfish were easier to come by here. They were everywhere, and you could eat as much as you liked. They grew to a meter long, with large scales and coarse flesh, making them perfect for dried fish. Soak one in baijiu, rub it with salt, air-dry it in a cool place for a month, then steam it in a pot—it was absolutely delicious, and perfect for posting late-night food temptations in a WeChat group.
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"Tonight's main course: Braised Yellow River Carp!"
Delighted to have earned some praise, Qingyao Demoness raised her cleaver and went to town on the two big carp.
Little Demoness Hong Li was still speechless. She kept hacking at the snake and the fish, unable to understand her big sister Qingyao's absurd way of thinking.
Whether on purpose or thanks to exceptional talent, the carp prepared by the Green Flood Dragon King was simply superb. It excelled in appearance, aroma, flavor, texture, and presentation. She could roast, pan-fry, braise, or stew fish with equal skill, and could