"So that's how it is... But it's fine. As long as I eat it fully cooked, I can at least avoid some of the potential danger."
"That makes sense."
Seeing Lin Chen strike up a conversation with Bartel in just a few words, and seeming to get along well, Erica pouted with a hint of displeasure but didn't say much.
As they talked, the parts of the potato batter touching the sea urchin shell had clearly fried to a light brown, while the batter in the center was starting to turn white.
Lin Chen quickly stopped chatting and grabbed a thick octopus tentacle, pushing it into the center of the batter.
The batter, having been heated for a while, had become thicker and stickier, like half-cooked waffle batter. Just a gentle press was enough to make the octopus tentacle stick fast as if glued in place, unable to move.
