So Satisfying!

"So how is it? Is it comparable to your porcupine battle boar's roast pork trotters?" Steve asked Tony, who was picking up the plate and licking the garlic clean off the plate.

"If you had told me that there was such a delicious crayfish here earlier, the bloody roast pork trotters would have been out of the picture," Tony spoke with a complicated expression.

"Seems like that wasn't a beautiful experience for you too." Steve shrugged. The Abyss Demons had always been very proud. Although Tony was famous in the culinary circle, to those pig-riding abyss demons, he wasn't a VIP whom they needed to treat with respect. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to spend five days there before he got to eat the roast pork trotters.