Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 19

There was a loud "bang", the ground shook heavily, and everyone was startled.

The crowd unconsciously moved out of the way, Adrian flicked his wrists and walked casually to Richer's side, his cold and heavy eyes swept over every race present, and slowly said: "Whoever has any objections, please raise it now." come out."

The scene was silent.

Many people who think they are very capable have endured more, and even trembled.

The coercion of the strong crushed everyone present.

Everyone lowered their heads one after another, trying to shrink themselves into the corner as much as possible.But the eyes of death are still like a shadow, because the pair of frightening emerald green eyes have been floating in their minds, becoming a nightmare, lingering.

"Old man, taste it now, is it salt or sugar?" Adrian said to Uncle Daban, his eyes said, if you dare to lie and deceive people, believe it or not, you will be cut into pieces.

Uncle Daban moved away a few steps silently with his legs shaking, buckled down a little and tasted it, and regardless of who was standing next to him, his hands were shaking with excitement: "Candy, very sweet candy!"

"Since it's sugar, it means that this training course is not deceiving. Let us applaud the complete success of the first training course."

Adrian was the first to applaud.

The stage was dead silent.

"Applause." His cold tone rang in everyone's ears.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack..." Everyone present mechanically clapped their hands.

Adrian smiled in satisfaction, and rubbed the back of Richel's head, "It's all right, the misunderstanding has been resolved, and everyone is very happy."

"Really?" Richer was flustered just now, and didn't know what to say. Adrian came over later, but he didn't know what was going on. He only knew that he had helped him out, and he smiled awkwardly.

He grabbed the messy hand and muttered, "Don't rub your head, your hair is all messed up."

"The hair is soft and easy to touch." Adrian put down his hand, but Richel didn't let go.

"Go home, go home," he exclaimed excitedly.

"Okay, go home." Pulled by him, Adrian jumped off the table and walked back to the restaurant.

With a wave of Chelsea's magic wand, the whole table disintegrated and turned into wooden sticks, which were neatly sent to the kitchen as firewood.

The outside gradually returned to its usual appearance.

But the reputation of the hotel and restaurant is well established in this neighborhood.

The races living nearby know that there is a restaurant here, and they eat food with two sticks.Of course, you can also come in the morning, those snacks are convenient and easy to bring, and you can use your hands.

But if they eat a lot, they know that there are more delicacies waiting for them at noon and night.Seeing that the races who have participated in the training class can more or less use chopsticks, eat food with chopsticks proudly, and even show off deliberately in front of people who don't know it, other people will also be curious and want to try it on their own initiative.

But after eating here for the first time, they are all amazed by these novel foods and eating methods. For the sake of delicious food and to prevent their funny eating from being laughed at by others, they awkwardly start learning to use chopsticks.

It didn't take long for the races in Geli Street to basically use chopsticks, and they came to have a meal every three days.

Even if you don't eat here, you will bring some seafood buns and steamed bun spring rolls, with homemade beans in thick soup and hard bread.

After closing in the evening, Richel took out the sugar bowl and distributed three pieces of candy to each of Chelsea and Jacob. Adrian watched and saw him close the jar again.

"What about mine?" he asked dissatisfied.

"That's a reward for the staff, aren't you a contestant?" Richel teased, and as he said that, he turned and went upstairs to his room with the sugar bowl in his arms.

"The contestant applied for a consolation prize. Among the three, I am the most flexible with chopsticks."

Adrian followed him all the way into the room, and lay down lazily on the bed as soon as he arrived, watching him count the candies inside twice, then put the jar in the corner, and said: "Tomorrow I will accompany you to sell sugar."

"Where to sell it?" Richel was tired all day, and his whole bones were stiff.

Wrapping his arms and legs around his shoulders, he rubbed them for him, and said in his mouth: "People in Gerry Street must not be able to afford it. Of course, they must go to X-Li Street - that is near where we buy sweet potatoes, where rich people and knights More, and monks like sugar too."

"Can it really be sold for 100 silver coins?" Richel asked in disbelief. In the era he lived in, sugar could be bought for only two or three yuan a catty, which was ridiculously low, and maltose was even rarely seen.

"Of course, and this is sugar they haven't seen before. They will definitely like it more." Adrian put his strong arms around him, savoring the taste of malt sugar, which is sweet and refreshing, and also has grains such as malted sweet potatoes. The unique fragrance is much better than sucrose without any fragrance.

Richel smiled comfortably, and fell asleep sweetly with a corner of the quilt in his arms.

Early the next morning, when Adrian came back from swimming in the sea and brought back the detox roses he picked along the way, the man was no longer in the room.

The conch wind chimes hanging by the window vibrated lightly—it was randomly strung together by Richel with the conch shells he gave him. Adrian entered the house through the window, put the flowers in the bottle, and went downstairs to the kitchen .

"Why are you earlier today than before?"

People here have to go out of the city to do farm work or go to the city to pay taxes very early. Treasure hunters and explorers have to get up early when the weather is cool, and get up earlier than them, so that they can sell breakfast when they pass by.

The human beings here basically don't have the concept of breakfast. Except when breaking the fast, if the human beings are really hungry, they only bring a piece of dry bread. Taste better food.

But I always feel that these are dispensable snacks, and I don’t pay much attention to them. Other races have become the mainstream army for breakfast in restaurants, especially the dragon race, who eat a lot of food and can spend more than 100 copper coins for a meal.

Now Richel only proposes three kinds of breakfast a day, which are different every day, and they take turns once a week.In this way, he will not be too tired to prepare breakfast, and customers will have a sense of anticipation about what to eat the next day, want to come every day, and will not be bored with certain foods.

Today, Richel made water-fried buns and egg-filled pancakes.The stuffing of the water-fried buns is made of scrambled eggs, chopped leeks, and fresh shelled shrimp. The oil is emerald golden, and the shrimp is crystal-clear. Just looking at it is eye-catching.

"Apart from the breakfasts that are going to be sold today, there are other things." Richel put the fillings on the long table and started making buns.

Adrian next to him watched him do it every day, and he wanted to move his hands purely.But his hands are not as dexterous as he can't make beautiful and even folds.As soon as he started, Richer slapped his hand away.

He didn't help anymore, he just stood outside the table and tilted his head to look at his bag, and asked, "What else is delicious?" Looking at that expression, it seemed to be saying, quickly bring you a bowl for Mr. Octopus.

"You go to the backyard and have a look... Forget it, you can be stupid, don't turn back into a mature octopus."

Adrian's eyes widened in disbelief: "So I'm stupid in your eyes?!"

"Your expression is stupid enough." Li Xie skillfully wrapped the buns in his hands without raising his head.

In exchange for these words, a certain octopus nibbled lightly on his face.

"Give you another chance, the Lord of the Sea, the patron of the Human Empire, elves and dragons, Adrian, who was born in the blood flames of the deep sea, is just a stupid octopus in your eyes?"

Adrian is not happy, he wants to reverse his impression in the eyes of his beloved, and let these noble and powerful titles scare him down.

"Didn't you say you were a pirate?" Richel tilted his head and asked him curiously.

He shook his fiery red hair, "You have to keep a low profile. Demons... Gods can walk freely in the world. There is a small broken boat at home, take it out and paddle it for fun."

"Your words are a bit of a second-guess." Richel was amused, and his eyes were full of disbelief, "If it is really so powerful, why did I lie in the garbage dump and be bullied by me?"

It turned out that the way of appearance was not domineering enough, Adrian said depressedly: "It was an accident, and, did I let you know, I almost got angry at that time, thinking about flooding Liberty City, there is such a thing Hateful human existence."

"Then why is the back submerged?" Richel recalled, "It even saved my life."

"Look at you, you're so stupid." Adrian felt that he had finally pulled back a victory, "You're so weak, you're going to be bullied by a werewolf, and you don't know how to move. Killing you is too unfulfilling, and it doesn't conform to the dignity of my ocean lord." identity of."

"Thank you so much." Richel rolled his eyes at him, because he was about to be scared to death by this "monster", who thought there would be a werewolf behind him.

"You're welcome, who told me to be your fiancé." Adrian kissed his fair face again, and Richel pulled his collar to wipe his saliva.

The two quarreled one after another. After Richel wrapped the buns, he put them in the pan and fried them for a while. When the bottom was slightly yellow, he poured in a bowl of batter water and covered the pot. This brought people to the oven outside the yard.

This stove is newly built by Jacob, so if you want to bake something, you don't have to go to the public oven at the intersection, which is very convenient.

Turning on the oven, a scorching breath came to the face.He pulled on thick gloves and lifted the dishes inside with a spatula.

"It smells good." Adrian's eyes lit up.

Richel slapped his arms and feet away, and said angrily: "It's not too hot."

He put the cake on the plate into the plate with chopsticks and put it on the stone table under the big tree in the yard.

There, there is already a pot of scented tea and a stack of pastries.

"Don't you want to eat sugar, I'll eat enough for you." Richel pushed the snack to him, "How can you make it into cakes if you just eat maltose? There are chestnut cakes for cold ones, which are steamed and ground with fresh chestnuts." Sand, made by adding cream and sugar cubes, put it in the cold well water last night for a night.

There are freshly baked rose cakes that are hot. Seeing that you like roses, I bought some edible roses from the gardener's house diagonally opposite, and baked them wrapped in puff pastry. "

Adrian looked at the two plates of pastries, not knowing what to say.

He wants to eat candy, firstly because the sweetness is really rare and it is a unique enjoyment.But what's more, he saw Richel looking like a little money fanatic, watching the jar and counting candies all day long, and he wanted to tease the kid.

"How much candy would it cost?" Now he felt distressed.

"It's not much, let's make a dozen pieces of sugar." Richel urged, "Try it quickly, maltose is a little less sweet than ordinary sucrose. I don't know if putting so much candy is sweet enough."

Adrian picked up a piece of rose cake. The light yellow crust was brushed with a layer of egg liquid, and some fried nuts were sprinkled on it. Before he could eat it, he could already smell the crispy aroma of the nuts and the crust. .

After a crisp bite, the mixed water and oil skin inside is well crisped, and a dozen layers of thin skin are separated. The outside is crispy and dregs, and the innermost part is dry and soft, wrapped in red and black rose filling.

It was really sweet.

Sweet and greasy, with a strong aroma of roses, it lingers on the lips and tongue for a long time.After a careful taste, there is also the slight sourness and aroma of lemon, which brings out the sweetness in a layered sense, so that it will not be too sweet.

"How is it? Does it taste okay?" Richel sniffed nervously, "Would it taste better than maltose?"

"Try it." He put a piece of rose pie into his mouth.

Richel didn't intend to taste it, but when he thought that those candies could be exchanged for gold coins, he didn't dare to take them.Now he was caught off guard and stuffed a piece, so he had to catch it with his hand and took a bite.

"It tastes good." He poured a cup of hot scented tea for the two of them. The tea was made with roses, dandelions and lavender. In the water, the last taste of life is released.

"Isn't this medicine?" Adrian asked strangely. He once saw a pharmacist in the palace giving scented tea to people on the hospital bed.

"Then do you want to drink?"

"Drink." He took the teacup, "I'll eat anything you make."

After eating a bite of shortbread and drinking a sip of scented scented tea, the two sat in the courtyard, watching the golden sun break through the gray clouds and gradually cast light onto the earth.

Richel quietly admired the sunrise, his chocolate-colored eyes were dyed with golden light, warm, bright and moving, as if there was a wave of tenderness flowing.

Admiring him quietly, Eddie suddenly raised his round chin with his hand, and said with a smile, "There are cake crumbs on the corner of his mouth."

"Where?" Richel was stunned, touching the corner of his mouth with his empty hand.

Before he touched anything, a soft lip was already attached to the corner of his mouth.

With the aroma of roses, there is also a sweet taste.