Chapter 313 Fish that Can only Be Grilled

In the guild, each member's salary is distributed by Cagalli, and the salary is also determined by the member's performance in the team.

But in most cases, everyone's salary is the same amount.

Now, although I have become the president of the guild, this is at best in name only. All actual power is still controlled by Cagalli.

It’s not that she is arrogant to me, or that I want to delegate power, but that I am really not suitable to be a guild president. I am loose-minded, freedom-loving, and good at solo farming. Harold is right, I am not born to be a guild president. .

In order not to become a coolie who came to my door, I decided to take a detour.

Seeing a group of people walking towards me talking and laughing, I quickened my pace, slipped into another alley, and stood by the wall, looking out.

Florence and a few girls passed by chatting and laughing, completely unaware of me hiding behind the wall. Zach and the others followed with forced smiles on their faces, each holding a bunch of bags in their hands. Behind them, there was silence.

From the faces of several male compatriots, I could read the sadness of going shopping with a woman and the helplessness of having to carry such a large amount of stuff.

I fully understand their mood at the moment. This kind of thing is not only a characteristic of Zephyr Continent, but also on earth, there is no such sadness.

Or why some people say: Shopping is a paradise for women and a hell for men.

Without a guy like Loki with sharp eyes and sharp peripheral vision, it would be even harder for Zach and the others to find me peeking behind the wall.

After they were far away, I walked back leisurely and entered the seafood shop leisurely.

I occasionally visit this shop to see if there are any new seafood.

It's not that I like to eat seafood, but Barbara, although she is only half of the cat tribe, has inherited the habit of eating seafood, and has developed a strong interest in some delicate and cute edible fish.

Fortunately, the interests and hobbies of the cat tribe are fundamentally different from those of the cats on Earth: they do not eat mice.

Otherwise, I really can’t imagine Barbara coming over to kiss and rub me with a mouth full of rat blood.

There are many fish tanks placed in the shop, and between each fish tank, there is a cabinet running ice magic. It is similar to the refrigerator on earth. The difference is that it is environmentally friendly, pollution-free, and has a long-lasting constant temperature.

The cabinet doors are all open, and cool air is constantly flowing out. In this hot weather, it is simply a supreme enjoyment.

I was enjoying the coolness from the inside out, when an enthusiastic shout came from beside me: "Brother, are you coming to visit our store again?"

I turned around and saw the owner of the shop.

The boss is a young man with dark skin. He looks like a veteran who has been in the sea all year round. He has a good temper and is quite enthusiastic. Although I have only been here a few times, he is very impressed with me and brings seafood every time. When he left, he would always give me some other sea things. They were not many, but they were heart-warming. As time went by, I became a regular customer of their home.

I smiled and said, "Well, here we go again."

“What kind of seafood would you like this time?”

I thought about it and said, "Fish, fish that tastes delicious when grilled."

The shop owner quickly walked to a cabinet, took out a palm-sized fish from it, and said to me: "This fish is delicious and fresh after roasting, and it also has a nourishing effect on the body~"

As he spoke, he smiled at me with a lewd smile on his face.

I guess he must have misunderstood something, but because of the deliciousness and freshness, I must buy a few back and let Barbara have a taste.

So I asked: "Why haven't you recommended this fish to me before?"

The owner of the shop said innocently: "Don't blame me. This fish can only be eaten grilled. Any other way of eating it, whether it is stewing or frying, will dissolve in the pot. In the end, except for a pair of fish bones, you can't find any fish bones." The fish meat comes out.”

"Is it really that mysterious?" I was a little skeptical.

The shop owner made a sound and said: "Look, you still don't believe it. Let's do this. For the sake of being an old customer, I will demonstrate it to you."

As he said that, he ordered the waiter to take out a big pot from the back kitchen, fill it with water, and said to me: "Brother, you have to watch it clearly. If you are distracted and want to watch it next time, you can You have to pay for it yourself.”

I nodded.

As he spoke, he placed the cauldron on the fire magic stove to heat it up. After a while, the water in the cauldron began to boil.

At this time, the cauldron was surrounded by customers, all staring into the pot without blinking, as if they were afraid of missing something exciting.

The shop owner didn't say anything nonsense, scraped off the scales on the fish a few times, and threw the whole fish into the pot without removing the internal organs.

The water in the pot began to boil more and more, and the fish in the water began to roll up and down. After a while, the tender red fish meat began to slowly turn white, but it did not disappear at all.

Voices of doubt began to appear in the crowd, and some people began to whisper to the fish that had not disappeared in the cauldron. Several of them finally lost their temper and turned around and left.

I sneered and continued to stare at the cauldron, waiting for the miracle that the boss said happened.

After about ten minutes, the fish still didn't disappear. There was a commotion in the crowd. Some customers began to talk about whether it was a deliberate stunt by the boss to attract customers. In fact, it was impossible for the fish to disappear.

The discussion became louder and louder. I looked up and saw that the boss's brows had turned into a knot, and streams of sweat were dripping from his dark face. It hit the ground along his pointed chin, making him wet. A small patch of ground in front of your toes.

He didn't know if the sweat was because of the hot weather or because he was nervous.

The owner of this shop was originally enthusiastic to show me his fish, but now such an embarrassing comment suddenly appeared. Although it was not my intention, after all, it has such a trivial relationship with me, so I decided to The atmosphere was broken.

"Boss, boss!" I raised my voice, waking the boss up from his thoughts: "Just pretend to be ten or twenty, and it's good."

The shop owner yelled a few times before he came back to his senses, glanced at me gratefully, then turned around and walked towards the cabinet.

At this moment, a customer suddenly shouted: "Look, the fish meat has disappeared!"

Just this sound gathered everyone's eyes and looked at the boiling cauldron.

In the big pot, the whitish fish that kept churning was really slowly getting smaller. Moreover, the shrinking trend was very fast, and it could even be easily detected with the naked eye.