The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

Shen Xiangnan, guided by Shen Mingzhu, held a large pair of scissors and dismantled the Alaskan King Crab into pieces while curiously chatting with Shen Mingzhu.

"Little sis, we had never even seen this stuff before, how do you know how to prepare it?"

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"Just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t mean I haven’t."

"Where did you see it?"

"Focus on your work. This single king crab costs over three hundred. If you ruin it, it’ll come out of your salary."

At her words, Shen Xiangnan stopped chatting and focused on disassembling the king crab.

Shen Mingzhu watched from the side, occasionally offering an explanation or two.

She had prepared a ’one crab, four dishes’ cooking method for this king crab: the big crab legs could be steamed with garlic paste, charcoal grilled, simply steamed, or baked with cheese, all left for the customers to choose; the crab body would be chopped up and stir-fried, could be made into spicy crab, typhoon shelter, or golden sand among other flavors; the shell and crab roe would be steamed with local farm eggs into an egg custard; and the smaller crab legs, joints, and other trimmings would be used to make crab porridge.

"Oh, we are in for a treat today."

Just as they were busy at work, Pei Yang entered the kitchen, his tongue smacking at the sight of various seafood spread across the workbench.