Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 17

"Dear Fathers and Folks."

"Radis my Jets."

"Welcome to--"

"The scene of the first "Everything is Chopsticks" Gerry Street training course!"

A group of people of all races staring at each other under the stage.

A dead silence.

Adrian took a bite of the carrot that was used as a microphone, and said, "These people don't know how to cheer."

Richel brought out a plate.

"Ahhhh-"

The audience screamed immediately, and the thunderous cheers resounded through the entire block. Many passers-by stopped when they saw it, and looked here curiously.

Richel: Felt like a MLM boss.

Chelsea at the edge of the scene held a piece of papyrus impatiently, and asked a passerby who stopped by in a flat tone, "Do you want to sign up?"

The passer-by pointed to the pinned badge and said contemptuously: "Didn't you see my identity? I have emptied out the gold medal mercenaries and the most dangerous treasures of Morgan Ferrer Grand Canyon. Is there anything that can impress me."

"The most outstanding students after this training class will receive a prize. I think everyone knows that it is a piece of extremely fragrant and extremely sweet candy!"

"Candy, sugar..." There were uniform voices from the audience, and they looked at the milky white maltose on the plate with bright eyes.

That's a candy bar the size of a baby's fist.

Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it. Only the top nobles can taste sugar.

Chelsea grabbed the mercenary by the back collar expressionlessly, and pulled him back to him.

"Candy, candy..."

"Sign up." The papyrus was stuck to his face mercilessly.

eight days ago.

"Training class?" Richel stared blankly at the person in front of him.

"Of course," Adrian shook the red hair on his forehead, "If they don't know how, then teach them. If it's too slow to teach one by one, then come in groups." The reason is as simple as that.

"Using chopsticks is too difficult for the mainlanders of Kelexi, and it takes a lot of practice." Richel put his hands on his face and said angrily: "They go to work every day, or hunt for treasures and monsters. How could it be possible to take this kind of course for food, they don’t even take it for free.”

He recalled the horror of being forced to attend classes as a child.

"If there is such an obsession with food, the eight major races would not eat sausages, boiled vegetables and toast every day." Chelsea added.

"So," Adrian looked at Richel with bright eyes, "we need a prize to attract them to participate."

"There is no money to buy prizes." Richel said a real problem.

Adrian digs out his pockets, he has no money, and everything he eats, clothes and lives in is Richer's.

It never occurred to him to bring money with him when he went out.

"It's unrealistic, forget it." Richel said disappointedly, "Let's sell colorful slices first, and then try to make noodles and other foods shorter."

Seeing Richel's downcast back, Adrian felt uncomfortable, took his hand and walked out, "Follow me."

"doing what?"

"Go borrow money."

Adrian pulled Richel through Gerry Street and down Central Avenue.In addition to the outermost city wall, there are three walls in the city of Liberty. The more you go inside, the more prosperous it is. I heard that the innermost city wall is the castle of the lord of Liberty City.

Richel followed Adrian step by step and walked inside, passing through the first city wall, the houses inside became different.

Those rough and thick-walled stone houses gradually became more refined, and many houses were painted with white paint. Richel even saw a tall building with pointed arches, stone pillars carved with lines and patterns, and divided Transparent glass windows with various patterns.

"It's a monastery, and there are also on the street outside. Maybe you mixed them up with those commoner houses." Adrian explained.

There were still many people passing by on the street, and their clothes were obviously more gorgeous, and they were dresses made of fabrics that he couldn't afford in fabric shops.

"There are also food for sale here." Richel exclaimed in surprise, the food smelled much better than the ones outside, "the smell of barbecue." It also mixed with the smell of some spices.

He was hungry from the smell.

"Those are not as delicious as yours." Adrian complained, "They like grilled fish, roast chicken, roast goose, roast hare, served with malt wine and stewed beans, a taste every day, and they won't get bored."

"You seem to understand very well." Richel looked at him with wide eyes.

"I also have a few friends on land, and I occasionally go to their banquets." Adrian said, "Now I'm going to ask the city lord to blackmail me..."

He realized that he almost slipped the story, and said, "If you were on a pirate ship, the food would be worse than this. If you go on the ship with me..."

"Adrian, here are sweet potatoes!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled over by someone excited.

It was a bunch of red bumps, some of which were covered with a layer of dusty soil, which looked very inconspicuous.

"Master, come and take a look. These are sweet potatoes that were just shipped from Cambes Continent yesterday. They are guaranteed to taste sweet." A man wearing a boat-shaped leather hat hurriedly said.

"What's the price for a pound?"

"A silver coin."

Richel was silent, it was too expensive.

Seeing his hesitation, the man quickly explained: "Master, don't just look at it as expensive, it was transported thousands of miles from a foreign land, with the amazing sweetness of the foreign land, you are guaranteed to be completely addicted after eating it once. "

"Forget it, I'll take another look." Richel pulled the person away.

"What do you want this kind of thing for?" Adrian asked.

"I originally planned to use it to make sugar." Richel said as he walked, "I thought the sweet potatoes here were very cheap, but I didn't expect it to be so expensive."

"Sugar?" Adrian was surprised, "Is it the kind of sugar I thought?"

"That's right, when I saw sweet potatoes just now, the first thing that came to my mind was maltose."

"One catty of barley needs about 1 catties of sweet potatoes, and generally only about 13 catties of syrup can be produced." Richer said to himself, "If you buy 8 pound, you also need 1 pounds of sweet potatoes, and a total of 12 silver coins ...12 copper coins! That's too expensive."

Is this selling sweet potatoes or selling gold.

"Sweet potatoes were recently discovered from another continent and transported across the ocean. I heard that they taste sweet, and the quantity is small. Of course, they are expensive."

Adrian said, "However, if we really calculate according to your calculation, we can make a lot of money."

"How?" Richel asked curiously.

He explained: "Sugar in Kelexi is very expensive. It is not an exaggeration to exchange 1 ounce of sugar for 100 silver coins. Because only the warm Bansi in the southwest can grow sugar cane.

But the sugar produced feeds the population of an entire continent.So only nobles have the financial resources and power to eat sugar, and of course honey. "

"I remember that 1 pound is 16 ounces, and 1 ounce is 100 silver coins... Earning, earning is over!" Richel's mood was like a roller coaster, going up and down for a while, and then took his hand to go back, "Go buy sweet potatoes .”

"Do you still need to borrow money?" Adrian asked worriedly, "Will it not be enough?"

"Enough is enough. I just plan to try it first. I have never tried it before. I don't know how the effect will be and whether it will be successful."

If it fails, more than a dozen silver coins will be in vain, and Richel also has a sense of adventure in it.

Carrying more than ten pounds of sweet potatoes back to the hotel restaurant, he poured them all into the stone wall pool that Jacob had just built, cleaned the sludge on the surface, and said with a smile: "We have a prize now, a jar of syrup, sure They like."

"What do you do with so much? They will go crazy after a few mouthfuls." Adrian said, found a wooden board, and drew a promotional sign in the yard.

Jacob was grinding stones in the yard. The new wooden shed had been set up. He was about to lay a stone path on the dirt floor. Hearing this, he looked up blankly: "Sugar? What sugar?"

"Maltose, have you heard of it?" Richel laughed.

Chelsea came out of the house, and upon hearing this, she wondered, "Buy a toothache? Why spend money to make your own toothache?"

"Because I eat too much sugar, my teeth hurt." Richel happily washed the sweet potatoes, put them on the vines to dry, took out the barley he bought earlier, and soaked them in water.

Chelsea curled her lips, "Magic can't conjure a pile of candy, it's just a dream."

It would be better if it was wheat, but wheat costs 10 copper coins per pound, and barley only costs 2 copper coins, so of course it can be saved.

On the second day, he spread the barley in a thin layer on the vine cloth, sprinkled with water now and then.

After four or five days like this, the barley grains germinated, and the white roots got into the holes in the gauze, and stood up one by one, like a clump of green dense forest.

He pulled the barley off the gauze, rinsed it with water, put it in a stone mill and ground it roughly, then mixed it into the same ground sweet potato, stirred it evenly, and put it in a pot to cook.

Adding a large pot of water to the brim, Richel stirred for half a day, and when they were all boiled, dumped them into a strainer in the yard.

The filter rack is used to filter the bean curd residue. A rope hangs from the top of the eaves, and a cross wooden bar is fixed. Each end of the wooden bar is attached to a corner of the gauze.

Richel took a spoonful of sweet potato pulp and shook the wooden stand, the juice would filter through the gauze and leave the residue on it.

When the juice was filled into a bucket, he took off the gauze, wrapped it in the cloth and squeezed the filter residue, not letting a drop of the juice go.

When he came back after dumping all the dregs in the flowers at the door, Adrian was scooping up the filter pulp with a spoon wrapped around his wrist and putting it into his mouth.

"It's not sweet at all." Adrian frowned.

"It needs to be cooked again." Even though he said so, Richel's heart still rose, and he took a sip with his spoon.Sure enough, it's not sweet. I don't know if this attempt will be successful.

After washing the pot, pour the slurry into the pot again, first boil on high heat, then turn to low heat and stir slowly.

When the water vapor evaporated more and more and the liquid in the pot became thicker, Richel let the flame out.

Tasted it, beckoned the drowsy Adrian over, and put the spoon in his mouth.

"Is it sweet?"

"Sweet." Adrian bit the spoon and took it by himself.

In the thin water vapor, Richel's eyebrows and eyes were bent with a smile.

Simply sweet to the heart.