Prawns, let's go.
Where to?
Of course, into my stomach!
"Crack..."
After being coated with starch and then deep-fried, even the shell of the mantis shrimp has become unusually crispy.
Moreover, it seems that the shells of farmed shrimp are inherently thinner than those of wild ones. When you bite into it, you can clearly feel the shell shattering.
Wang Fan raised his eyebrow, and surprisingly, chewed it directly without spitting out the shell.
Shen Teng couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Boss Wang, are you a tooth of iron and steel? You can even chew the shell of a mantis shrimp?"
Wang Fan smiled, stretched out his hand, and gently pinched the shrimp body that's sticking out of his mouth. With a light crack, the shell broke, revealing the inner shrimp meat with light purple stripes.
"Hiss..."
"Is it really that crispy?"
"Oh my, can you really deep-fry the shell of a mantis shrimp to be that crisp?"
