Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 37

The two of Richel went to the carpenter's house in the forest outside the city. Uncle Ceci the carpenter was also a dwarf, and he was good at carving patterns on wooden boards. He helped them make chopsticks before. We are all familiar with each other.

When Ceci heard that he wanted to order a carriage, he asked Richel to draw it without further ado.Richel didn't have too many requirements for this, just keep it simple.

He took out a blueprint, "What about this kind? If you want to transport wine barrels, this kind of four-wheeled one is the best."

He knew that the other party owned a restaurant, and when he occasionally went to the city to deliver things to the gentlemen, he would settle his lunch there.

"We have no plans to develop the wine industry for the time being." In fact, he only has a superficial knowledge of wine making. "I need a carriage for daily travel."

Sisi took out another blueprint. The carriage on it was more unique, with four wheels, a curved roof, a small door on the right, two small windows on the left and right, and a large window on the left.

In front of the carriage, there is a groom's seat with awnings and footrests. On both sides of the seat are two exquisite hooks for hanging tung oil lamps. The overall lines are simple and smooth, beautiful and generous.

"This kind of rural landowners and ladies will sit on this when they go out. If you don't like it too simple, you can add a copper satin totem on the hub for you-if you have a family totem, you can also paint a circle with yellow paint on the car body. pattern."

"It's better to keep it simple." Richel didn't think that going out would be an aristocratic ostentation, which is already very good.

In the end, he fixed the dimensions, chose hard-wearing oak and eucalyptus for construction, painted the outside of the carriage with a coat of water-repellent paint, hot-iron-clad the rims, and inset black nails.

It is important that the interior of the wagon is comfortable.He went to a clothing store in Midtown, and chose a few pieces of thick wine red cloth painted with dark patterns that were not too different from the paint tone of the carriage as curtains.

Uncle Ceci told him that the seats inside were just two wooden chairs, so he didn't want them at all, and asked to replace them with a small table at the height of the window.

"You want to make your own chair?" Adrian was surprised.

"Do you think I'm a god? I know everything, and I have to find Uncle Ceci." Richer laughed, and went out of the city with the fabric, and found a carpenter. According to his requirements, he wrapped a layer of thick cushions on the double chair, stuffed it Uncle Xi looked left and right, and said, "The aristocrats may like it. Can I make more and sell them to them later?"

"It's up to you." Richel didn't care about this.

After ordering the carriage, the two returned to the restaurant. Richer soaked the barley grains in water and sowed them, and put them to germinate in the warm kitchen, preparing to make maltose in a few days.

When he was passing by to buy cloth in Midtown just now, he found that corn had begun to appear here, and asked the price. To his surprise, corn was not more expensive than these common ingredients in Gerry Street, and a dozen copper coins could buy a pound.

He carefully analyzed the reason. The key lies in the sweetness. Sweet potatoes are sweet and soft. If eaten directly, they taste much better than corn. Even if corn is a fresh variety brought from another continent, there is no way for everyone to like it.It is sold in Zhongcheng, probably because of the name of "Golden Fruit".

In this way, he can save the sweet potatoes brought from another continent and sell them for money, buy a large amount of corn, and make candy bars comparable to gold.

Sure enough, it was a golden fruit, and it made a lot of money.

He has more motivation to make money.

Now that he has a lot of new ingredients, he can start doing other things too.

Roughly wash off the layer of mud on the cassava first. When peeling, the white cassava inside will not be stained too much, and it will look much whiter.

Then, he washed the cassava strips and called Jacob to help him grind the cassava flour into a puree.

But it was just a rough grind, when Richer rubbed it with his hands, there were fine white cassava dregs.

Then, he divided the pieces of cassava into several parts and put them into different pottery jars, filled one pot with water, and stirred evenly, so that the cassava was fully mixed with the water.

He found a shelf and placed it on top of other water tanks, and brought a densely woven cloth bag to filter the slurry in the tank. After all the residue in the tank had entered the cloth bag, he rubbed the bag first like rubbing clothes, and then put the cloth bag Squeeze out the juice in the cassava, and after making sure that there will be no more white cassava juice, bury the dregs in the leek field as fertilizer.

He found a large vat, put a dustpan as big as the mouth of the vat on it, and spread a layer of fine-woven gauze on it, and filtered all the cassava juice in the small vats to ensure that there were no residues in the juice.

The large tank was covered with a cone-shaped vine cover, and it was placed in a cool place to settle overnight, just like the pea starch was made before. At this time, there was a thick layer of translucent water on the top of the cassava flour liquid, with a little cassava skin and muddy.

Richel poured off the water on the surface, and what was left at the bottom was white and limp cassava mash.

Use a shovel to shovel the mashed cassava piece by piece on a dense dustpan, and put it in the sun for a few days. The mashed cassava is like chapped land. When you break it with your hands, it breaks into small pieces.When it was time to use it, he mashed the cassava cubes and it became a powder.

Hotel restaurants have introduced new dishes.

In the early morning, Grice sat in a carriage with a group of chicken, duck and vegetable sellers and waited for the city gate to open before entering, feeling very bad.

She pinched her delicate nose, and waited until the noise outside had subsided, then she let out a long sigh of relief, and complained to her mother beside her: "I must go to the monastery to pray, but don't let If Aunt Elise is sick at this time, and walking with a bunch of untouchables, I will be fainted."

"Don't be so mean, your Aunt Alice is already miserable." Mrs. Katie said, fanning the wind, she also couldn't stand the stench.

"After visiting later, I'm going to buy sewing for my sister." Grace, who rarely came to the city, opened a corner of the curtain curiously and looked around, "How long will we stay at her house? I really can't stand my cousin's greasy face." Especially when he always likes to put on a showy pose in front of himself.

"Reynolds is a good boy, but he is a little oily. I heard that Earl Anders praised him after meeting him, saying that if he went to Reston, he would definitely do a lot." Reston was a member of the Human Empire. s capital.

"Couldn't he be old and dizzy? Last time I saw him, his eyes were as cloudy as a dead man."

"It sounds like you've seen dead people."

Mrs. Katie sneered, and was about to tease, when the people around her immediately shouted: "Stop."

"what happened?"

"Mother, don't you smell some wonderful smells?" Grice sniffled. To be precise, her stomach, which hadn't had a drop of water all night, was already hungry.

"I suspect that I was born as a dog. Why is my nose so good? There really is a smell coming over." Mrs. Katie added, "The smell of food."

They have never smelled this kind of smell, it is very special.

Grace opened all the curtains and looked left and right. The whole street was still gray and dark at dawn, and the road ahead was blurred by the smoky purple fog. It looked a little more terrifying than the forest she loved, but it was In the rear, where they passed just now, there is a shop with light blue forget-me-nots planted at the door. Humans, dragons, orcs, and half-orcs lined up from inside to outside the shop, and it was very lively.

Grice called the groom outside: "Go over and have a look. If it's selling food, I want to buy some."

It doesn't matter if I don't eat breakfast. She woke up so early today, and she feels very hungry. It's better to buy some snacks.

"Miss, it's a hotel restaurant. I know it very well. Every time I go to the city for business, I always eat at this restaurant. The price is affordable. It's a blessing for us."

The groom said enthusiastically, "You may disdain to eat with commoners, but once you eat it, I guarantee you won't be able to eat food from other places."

"This is a shop opened by a wizard, isn't it so magical?" Grace lifted the wide skirt, "I'll go down and have a look."

"Grice." Mrs. Cuddy called her disapprovingly. She was always a carefree child, not like a lady.

Grice looked around at the door and went straight into the store.

Richer quickly handed over the food, collected money and changed it in an orderly manner. Suddenly, a chestnut-blond girl appeared next to the line. She was dressed in a light blue lace ribbon skirt and swept across the slate floor. A pair of ice blue eyes looked at everything here curiously.

"Please queue up if necessary." He reminded politely.

Grace was being attracted by the strange decoration here, and when he saw a handsome black-haired young man at the counter, he was dissatisfied that he dared to order her to queue.

"I'm the lady of the viscount's family, you let me queue up with the untouchables?"

"Please line up." Richel emphasized again, "Otherwise, I won't sell you food."

Grice felt very amused, "Do I have to eat the food in your restaurant?" Before she finished speaking, she was attracted by the weird food in front of her eyes.

"Here's a copy of these, as compensation for your rudeness."

Richel was very dissatisfied with this domineering attitude, pretended not to hear, and continued to serve the people in line.

Grice pushed away a dwarf at the counter and stood in front of the line by himself, "I'm talking to you."

"Don't bother others to buy dim sum."

"Serve me first, I am a nobleman."

"What about nobles? In my store, all races are equal, there is no distinction between nobles and commoners." Richel's expression became more and more impatient, which was not the case for the few Midtowners who came to the store before.

"Miss, it's almost my turn. I'll buy it for you. You go to the carriage to rest first." The groom took off his hat and held it in his hand. Taking advantage of her argument, there were only three people in front of him. personal.

"No, I must let him serve me today." Grice patted the table and glared at him aggressively.

Before the other party could reply, an arm stretched out from the kitchen, directly wrapped around her, and swung it outside.

Grice fell directly to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

With a cry of surprise, Mrs. Cuddy got out of the carriage and helped Grice up.

"Why are the people in this store so arrogant."

"Mother, I must tell uncle to make this store disappear!"

"What do you want?" Behind the counter, Richel's voice was still a little angry.

The dwarf was stunned for a moment, and replied: "One of each." This is their routine ordering in hotels and restaurants.

The groom bought breakfast in a short while, and ate it in a few mouthfuls while driving the carriage. He kept two portions and wrapped them up for lunch and dinner.

If he went back to the country manor tomorrow, he could buy it again when he passed by, so he would save two days of pig food.

"Didn't you buy too much, bring it in." A word came from the carriage.

Grace was already full of gas, but the smell outside the carriage was really fragrant, and she couldn't hold it back. Now that she was far away and no one saw her, she wanted to taste it. How could the food taste better than The usual food in the manor is not delicious.

They did not treat their servants harshly.

The groom reluctantly handed in a portion of the food, but secretly hid one himself.

In front of them are several kinds of snacks, two white and fat round foods, the tops are twisted into a twist.There is also a crispy egg smell, with a lot of ingredients half exposed on it.

"The white ones are steamed stuffed buns, and the yellow ones are egg-filled pancakes." The groom said through the door curtain, taking a sip of the soy milk in the wine bag. "It's a coincidence that I came here today. The restaurant has a new dim sum called Crystal Shrimp Dumplings." He said. He felt a little bit reluctant, this was the first time he had tasted this kind of food.

Grice sees the thing called Shrimp Dumplings.

The crescent-shaped, white translucent skin is like the elemental crystal on a magic wand, and a ball of pink inside comes out from the skin, bulging, round, crystal clear, and he wants to talk, seduce her to kiss Fangze.

Mrs. Katie had already picked up a bun and started to eat, exclaiming in her mouth: "I have never eaten such soft pasta—is this really made of flour?"

After smelling it again, it was true that the bread she usually ate exudes the same wheat fragrance, but it was whiter and softer than the bread on her dining table, without any bran at all.

The point is that the stuffing inside is full of fragrance, which is a taste she has never tasted before.

Hearing her admiration, Grace picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth. The skin had a wonderful feeling, which was different from all the things she had eaten. If I had to say it, it should be tough and soft. Play hard.

As for the filling, she tasted minced prawn meat, which was springy and sweet, with shallots, scrambled eggs, and a few unchopped prawns.

"Who would go to so much trouble to make one ingredient into two flavors in one filling." Grice was curious, but it was undeniable that this was more delicious than all the food she had eaten before. Shrimp paste And the shrimp grains form two different opposing feelings very well.

Not only delicious, but also beautiful.

It was not as good as the most exquisite dim sum she had eaten at the house of her aunt and uncle.

It obviously doesn't have the slightest smell of spices that she is familiar with, but it can have such a fragrance. The advantages of each food are reflected, and the fishy smell is so hard that it burps the teeth.

"Is this really just food for common people?" The mother and daughter couldn't help feeling suspicious, and Grice overturned her previous cognition again.

She began to wonder who the owner of this restaurant could have such magical powers.