Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 31

"The goblin on the opposite side was taken away." Richel looked out through the latticed window and asked the people beside him, "What is the charge?"

"I heard it was murder." Adrian said, "Didn't the old man die in their restaurant?"

"But didn't he die a long time ago?" Richel was a little puzzled, and suddenly became worried, "You beat someone to pieces at that time, will the people in the city hall find you, and will they think it was you?" Did you kill him?" They didn't think to clean up the scene at that time.

"No, how long have you been dead? You can find out by asking a Necromancer for an examination." Necromancers are not welcomed by the world, and usually choose to live with ghosts, rotting corpses, and self-made zombies in the capital of the undead.

Even in Liberty City, which advocates equality, he has only seen three necromancers so far. One is in the office drinking tea all day long and checking on corpses, and the other is in charge of the undead army patrolling the city at night, responsible for security prevention and control.

There is also Lei Sini, an unregistered black necromancer.

The restaurant on the opposite side was locked by the people from the city hall. Richel looked away and said to the octopus who was drawing on the side of the bar: "My memory seems to have deteriorated recently."

Adrian didn't look up, "You do so many things all day, how can you remember everything."

"Really? Maybe." Richel looked at him with burning eyes, "Jacob told me that the seven cans of barbecue sauce were gone, and we got back five cans from the goblin, that is, two more cans were stolen Yes. I went to the kitchen this morning and found seven cans of barbecue sauce there, I thought about it for a while after we finished decorating the second floor yesterday, after... I don’t remember someone returning two cans of barbecue sauce.”

"Maybe someone with a conscience found out that he voluntarily returned the barbecue sauce."

Before he finished speaking, he slapped his hands on the table. Adrian's hands trembled, he put down the charcoal pencil, and asked wonderingly, "Honey, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter?" Richel gritted his teeth, "Conscience found out? You stole two cans and lied to me, and your conscience looks like this? You put the jars back in the kitchen without washing them, and you still want me to help you?" Do you wash it!"

"I really don't know about this." Adrian said in surprise, the next time he sees that vampire, he must beat him up.

"You contracted the dishes for today, wash the dishes for a day, let's see if you dare to lie in the future." Richel drove people into the kitchen.

"I really didn't steal it." Adrian yelled.

Richer's attitude is firm, and he must let him have a long memory, stuff everything into his mouth, and he will pay for it later.

He looked at the painting on the table and turned around, but he didn't know what it was.

Chelsea stretched her waist and walked down the stairs, saw Richel standing at the table doing Adrian's work, and walked over curiously.

"You're good at drawing, too, with a dark and terrifying style."

"I didn't draw it." Richel said, "It's so dark, do people eat in a haunted house or in a private room?"

He took the white paint brush and brightened the light of the picture.

"Add another table, draw more than a dozen people, and eat and drink in the room." When the original appearance could hardly be seen, Richel stood up the picture to appreciate it, feeling great.

Chelsea frowned, squinting her eyes even more, and commented: "Shadows in the sun."

"Thinking too much, it's obviously sunny and healthy, it's much more normal than Adrian's painting." As he spoke, he hung the poster outside.

"Richer." Neil's thin and tall figure appeared in the sky, and he landed with a large bag of things. He greeted the two people at the door, "Miss Chelsea is still so kind and lovely."

When Chelsea heard this, she grinned excitedly, grabbed Richel, and said, "Stinky boy, learn from it, people's praise is the most natural thing I've ever heard."

"That's not a compliment, but a sincere statement from the heart." Neil said, throwing the goods on the ground, "Old rules, I don't go into restaurants, lest I run into that ugly dream-eating witch who does it every day." nightmare."

Chelsea froze with excitement.

"Recently, the fresh peas have matured. Mrs. Bernard has dried and peeled them according to your request." Gnar put on his straw hat again, "Autumn is coming, please prepare for a good harvest."

With a jump, Gnar flew into the sky.

"Don't be dazed, ugly dream-eating witch." Richel patted her thin shoulder sadly.

"Aren't you looking for death!" When Chelsea stared, it was no different from not staring at all.

Richel hurried into the kitchen and asked Jacob to help.

After sorting the ingredients one by one, he put the dried peas in a dark and dry corner. These are all ready to be used to grind soybean milk and make tofu.

He piled up the beans one by one, and it suddenly occurred to him that there were also foods like pea vermicelli in his previous life.

His original idea was that when the root plants such as cassava, sweet potato, and potato from the foreign continent were transported here, starch would be polished to make cassava flour and corn flour.

What if there is no cassava potato in another continent?

He took out another bag of peas, poured out half of the bag into a basin, and soaked it in water overnight. The next day, after finishing the processing of chickens and ducks, he grinded beans with Adrian.

"Isn't this just making soy milk? Can it be useful?"

"I'm not sure either." In his previous life, he could sell whatever ingredients he wanted in the market, and there was no time when he needed to do it himself.

White juice flowed out of the gray stone mill. Adrian said while grinding the beans, "I found that many people have stone mills in their homes recently, and they don't go to the big mill on the corner to grind flour."

"Then the miller shouldn't be so mad." Richel laughed, he didn't expect this kind of stone mill to be so popular.

"The poor will still grind it, it's cheap, and it's rough to eat, and it's the same in their mouths."

"No wonder the price of wheat flour has increased recently. Fortunately, Mrs. Bernard still sold it to me at the originally negotiated price."

Seeing his unhappy look, Richel said with a smile: "If something is popular, other people will definitely be jealous. It's the same as treasure hunting. If you make money by yourself, they will also want to do it. If this continues, In the end, it is everyone who benefits.

You can see that in order to grab business, they are also willing to use their brains on food. In the future, more and more people will become chefs and research delicious things. "

"I just can't stand the way they imitate you."

"How good of a taste can you expect people who eat stew to eat? When they know what's good, they think about how to make it better."

After grinding the beans several times and filtering them on a cloth, he threw the dregs in the ground as fertilizer, and put the soybean milk in a pot and put it in a cool place.

By the next day, the slurry in the basin had been stratified, the upper layer was clear water, and the lower layer was thick sediment.Pour off the clear water, dig out the bean paste, and spread it on a large round dustpan to dry.

The sun shines on the yard, with a light golden color, and it shines on the cobblestone fish pond and the yellow thatched roof, and the scorching heat is no longer felt before.

I heard Mrs. Bernard inadvertently mentioning that there are ten months of summer in the Claysey Continent, half a month of autumn and spring, and one month of winter.

Autumn is coming, not only the last harvest of grain, but also the big pigs, which have been raised for a year, start to be slaughtered, smoked, or pickled, and every household can smell the aroma of meat.

A pig can be eaten for a whole year in their hands.

In their eyes, buying pork is the privilege of the rich and noble.

The dried pea puree became hard lumps, and Richel crushed them into powder. After dipping some in his fingers, he crushed them with his thumb and forefinger, and the white powder shone brightly in the sun.

"We've got starch."

"What is this used for?"

"Thicken the sauce, the soup will thicken and the meat will become tender."

Adrian and the others had never heard of the word "thicken corn", but that didn't stop them from being happy.

"Anyway, there's something good to eat again." That's all they knew.

"Yes." Richel smiled helplessly, "wait."

He fully dissolved part of the pea starch pot with water, let the fire start a fire, and kept stirring the slurry in the pot with a shovel.

Wait until the white liquid gradually turns into a translucent sticky paste, turn off the flame, put the starch into a bowl, smooth it on the surface, and let it cool.

By the next morning, the pea starch had condensed into one piece, and when it was poured out of the bowl, it bounced softly and trembled, making people want to take a bite.

"It looks tenderer than tofu." Adrian moved his index finger.

"You can't eat too much. It's not like wheat flour. It's cold in nature. People with weak constitutions can't stand it if they eat too much." Richel said, "It's just for you to lower your fire." To avoid being idle all day long. think.

This is a new word.

Adrian's tongue and brain began to have a preliminary understanding of food, but he didn't know that food had these differences.

"I'm not using fire magic, I don't have fire on my body."

"I want to eat it," Huo Miao leaned on the stove mouth with both hands, sticking out a flame head, "I can't eat egg shells every time, it's species discrimination."

Adrian flicked him back with one arm, "Stay at ease."

"This is a complicated knowledge, and I can't explain it clearly for a while. In short, other people will eat one bowl later, and you will eat two bowls. You can't eat more."

"Eccentric Richelle, I hear you!" Chelsea yelled gruffly from outside the kitchen.

Adrian rolled up his sleeves and decided to have a good discussion with the witch about the principles of life.

Richel scraped it with a custom-made grater one by one, and the whole starch turned into vermicelli.

Put the vermicelli into the plate, add salt, soy sauce, wine, garlic sauce, vinegar, oyster sauce, and his initial MSG.

Richel has been thinking about how to remove the fishy smell and retain its delicious seafood flavor.Later, he thought, game is fresh, and mountain delicacies are also fresh. Didn't the ancients compare the two?

He pondered for two days, and finally thought of using shiitake mushrooms.

Not only fresh, but also very fragrant.

He bought 10 pounds of dried shiitake mushrooms, smashed them into a stone mill, and ground them into powder, which he used as monosodium glutamate.Sprinkle a little on fried noodles or soup, and it tastes much more delicious.

In this way, use mushroom powder as monosodium glutamate to cook ordinary dishes, and add oil consumption to some big dishes.Mushrooms are much cheaper than oysters, and you can save a lot of money on oysters.

Careful calculation, or mushrooms cost-effective.

When the jelly was ready, he shared a bowl with everyone, scooped up a spoonful of salt and fried yellow peas, and added shredded cucumber to his own bowl.

Stir well, take a sip, the salty and sour taste is delicious, the sauce is rich, and the refreshing shredded cucumber neutralizes part of the taste, so you won’t feel greasy after eating for a long time.The peas taste crunchy, and the soft and slippery vermicelli are harmonious in taste.

"It feels completely different from noodles." Adrian finished eating in two or three bites, and wanted to eat more.

"No."

"Too little to cook, not enough to eat."

"Be careful that all eight of your feet cramp together at night, it hurts you to death."

"You are underestimating me. Tomorrow I can dance hula in front of the restaurant alive and kicking."

"That's what you said." Richel's eyes lit up, and when he turned his head, he noticed that Chelsea was about to pick up shredded cucumbers from the plate, and Jacob had already started eating them.

"No, no, no, that kind of thing, it's enough to lose face once in a lifetime." Adrian also noticed there, "Why do you all eat raw vegetables?"

"It's not poisonous, why can't I eat it." Seeing that she was discovered, Chelsea simply picked up a large chopstick and put it into her jelly, "At worst, go to Igna's place to drink swamp water for two days, you can't miss it gourmet food."

Lesney who was passing by listened, and the two holes in his nose sucked the wind, and he also wanted to eat.

Pity myself for dying too early.