Chapter 1584 - 968: Chronicles of The Underworld_2
Neatly arranged on the cold stone slab, some still beating, steaming, very fresh.
In front of many stalls.
At some point, a huge iron pot was raised in front of the stall of a small vendor wearing coarse linen clothing.
There was no firewood under the pot, yet it burned with an eerie blue flame, as if it were a fire from another world.
As the flames flickered, the hot oil in the pot gradually boiled, making a "sizzling" sound, emitting an enticing fragrance, yet mixed with a trace of chilling coldness.
The linen-clothed vendor skillfully coated eyeballs, hearts, and other organs with a thin layer of batter, then gently dropped them into the boiling oil pot.
With a "sizzle," these fried goods rolled in the oil, the surface turning golden and crispy.
Once completely fried, the linen-clothed vendor quickly scooped them out, skewered them with bamboo sticks, then sprinkled a special seasoning on top, which was also golden, releasing a fragrant aroma that made people unconsciously swallow.