The rich aroma of the alcohol greeted Mag together with the fresh aroma of the crayfish. A delicious dish of steamed crayfish was done when the simplest method met the best ingredient.
The crayfish was so big that one could cover his entire face with it.
Amy came to the kitchen's entrance and took a deep sniff of the aroma floating in the air as she expectantly asked Mag, "They smell so good, Father. Are the shrimpies ready?"
"They indeed smell very good." Irina also came to the entrance and nodded as she swallowed her saliva instinctively.
"Yes, they are. Go wash your hands and get ready to eat the crayfish," Mag said with a smile. He removed the crayfish from the steamer, and placed them on three plates individually. Together with the dipping sauces, Mag brought all of them to the dining area.
