After refining all the crude salt into fine salt, Eric clapped his hands triumphantly, then grabbed his kitchen knife and went to handle the giant lobster.
The lobster was enormous; just looking at its giant claws, one could tell its power was not insignificant. But in return, the meat inside was definitely not lacking.
Michael, who had just about lost all his patience prying open seashells, happily ran over to lend a hand, using his strength to pin down the two struggling claws.
Eric, holding the kitchen knife, first made a decisive cut along the lobster's soft abdomen to drain the water inside.
It was a pity they didn't bring garlic. Eric thought of the fragrant aroma of garlic butter lobster, feeling a pang of regret.
This lobster was too big; the best way was to shell all the meat for cooking. Eric faced its rock-hard shell, finding it a bit difficult, so he handed the task over to Michael.
