Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 51

Grice walked in arrogantly, Renault and Mrs. Katie were a little surprised, wondering whether they should go in or not.

"If you don't come and see it yourself, everyone will not know how bad the environment is." Grice looked at this place with disgust, "How clean the restaurants run by the residents of the downtown area are, and the people are so vulgar, it must be a mistake. It is impossible for the bishop to recommend such a place."

"It smells like sweat and cheap beer." Mrs. Haruk was about to faint from the smell as soon as she got off the carriage.She fanned the air with her hands, but she still refused to go into the house.

"Mother, when did you become a finished brewer?" Renault smelled it, and it smelled like hops, not to mention the smell of sweat.

Mrs. Haruk's expression was serious, and she glared at her son.

"Auntie, look, even the hired man looks like a beggar." Grice reminded.

Gnar stood there bewildered, his fingers subconsciously twitched to cover his blackened nails. He had just bought a new set of clothes under the leadership of Richel in the afternoon, but his real identity was still revealed in one word.

"My God, how did I eat those dishes in my mouth before." Mrs. Katie said in disbelief.

Richel quickly greeted him with a smiling face, and quickly shook his hand behind him. Gnar understood, and hurriedly pushed Hu Fu upstairs.

"Good evening, a batch of vegetables has just arrived in our store, so there is fresh dirt on the ground, and it will be cleaned up immediately."

"How could there be dirt in the pickles, do you think we are so easy to fool." Grice didn't believe him at all, "It's winter now."

How can there be vegetables with soil in winter? They are so fresh, as if they have just been dug out of the ground.

"Our shop can also supply fresh vegetables in winter." Richel introduced, and several noble ladies followed him to the counter unknowingly, watching him bring out the summer menu, "mushrooms, beans, potatoes, and even Green leafy vegetables can be eaten in our restaurant, of course, the price will definitely be much more expensive than in summer."

Mrs. Haruk glanced at the wooden sign hanging on the counter. Almost all of them were dishes she had seen on the publicity menu. She once asked her servants to buy them here. My stomach is still full.

Following the people next to him, he glanced at the menu in Lichel's hand, and was immediately attracted to it.

They are all vegetarian dishes and seafood, and almost all of them are made-to-order dishes for monks.

She understood why everyone from bishops to monks like to eat here.

Delicacy and fasting have reached a harmonious balance.

Addicted to appetite?From where to start, they didn't even eat meat dishes such as chicken, duck, and pork.

"You cook all these dishes again." Grice deliberately made things difficult for him, and emphasized emphatically, "The boxes for packing should be brought by us, and you don't want the dirt here."

"This is the exclusive menu for the private room. You can only enjoy these steaming delicacies when you eat in the private room."

Haruk and his wife frowned, a little reluctantly, and Grice was even more reluctant. His naturally plump and pink lips curled slightly, "Who can eat here?"

"I can." Leaning against the counter, he stroked the hair on his forehead with his little finger. "It would be even better if it was in the lobby."

He has already come to the outer city, how could he not show his exquisite face to the people who live here, the envious looks and compliments he received today have not yet reached the standard.

Several pairs of eyes stared at Lei Nuo. Mrs. Haruk looked at the surrounding environment, and was about to blurt out a provocative word, but then slammed it back. The environment was much better than the dark, dilapidated, and cheap she had imagined.

"Try it." Judge Haruk said first, he needed to walk to the second floor with his arms around the waist of the person beside him. He didn't talk much, but he could guess his wife's heart every time, so that she wouldn't be in a dilemma.

Hearing what her brother said, Mrs. Katie had no reason to object. Grice was dissatisfied, and when she passed by Renault, she could only vent her anger on the back of his feet.

Renault's face was bitter for a moment, then he immediately returned to normal, and went upstairs as if nothing happened.

Richel quickly ran over and led them to a newly decorated private room on the second floor.

"Inside please." He opened the door and welcomed them in.

Several people's eyes lit up.

Different from the luxury and elegance of the manor where they live, the private room is not luxurious, but it is warmer and more comfortable than they thought.Like a small nest, without the coldness of gold and silver vessels, it has a little more human touch.

Grice pouted, looking around incessantly, with a disgusted "barely enough" written on his face.

Mrs. Katie secretly gave her a warning look, how she looks like a lady.

Richer arranged them in a private room and went downstairs to prepare some hot and cold appetizers.

Except for dishes that are more thought-provoking and expensive ingredients, these ordinary dishes are almost the same as the dishes eaten by ordinary people in the lobby downstairs. The price downstairs is only [-]% more than the cost price. The plate is changed, but the ones in the private room are more expensive. many.

Richel called Jacob, and the Cyclops answered from outside the yard, and followed him to the cellar to pick up the vegetables.

When the pirate ship arrived in Liberty City at the end of summer, they were already thinking about how to spend the winter and hoard some vegetables.

Richer was originally from the south, and it was normal to buy out-of-season vegetables in winter, so he didn't know how to do this.

She tried several times with the dwarves who were doing civil engineering in the city, and with the help of Lesney, she finally opened a cellar in the backyard.

Opening the door, after a while, he climbed down slowly.A few inches away from the cellar wall, big leafy vegetables are lined up on the shelves in rows, the big and small trees are staggered, the roots and leaves are interlaced, and the distance between the rows is kept by one vegetable.

He took a few and handed them to Jacob outside, then dug up the radishes and potatoes in the soil, slapped off the sand, and put them in a basket.

Climbing up with a basket, he handed over the things to Jacob to wash, and prepared the onion, ginger, garlic and sauce by himself. After he finished washing, the two of them chopped vegetables together.

Jacob is proficient in using tools such as kitchen knives. He learns quickly, shreds and chops quickly, and the thickness and size have begun to be relatively uniform. From the appearance and cutting speed, he can already see the prototype of a chef.

The Cyclops chopped the radish into fine pieces, put it into a bowl, sprinkled some salt on it, mixed it with both hands, scooped up some, only needed a little force, squeezed it inward, and squeezed it out with the palms together. White translucent vegetable juice.

Finely chop the shallots and season them, beat in the eggs, add salt, an equal amount of flour and starch, and Richel holds the bowl with one hand and mixes it with the other.

At the beginning, it was just stirring in a small arc, and then the circle of drawing and pulling became bigger and bigger, and it was constantly grasping and pinching in one direction.

This step is a test of the chef's experience.It seems simple, each time the radish has different water content, Richel needs to rely on the strength in his hand, the stickiness of the radish powder between his fingers, to measure how much flour and starch needs to be added.

Grab and knead evenly with your hands, until the radish puree between your fingers can be worn out in strips, and the pulling force of the flour is fully displayed, which means that it is almost the same.

Pour half a pot of oil into the pot and heat it to [-]-[-]%. Richer stirred the mashed radish in the bowl with one hand, picked up a ball, made a circle with his thumb and forefinger, and a small ball of the shapeless mashed radish came out from the mouth of the tiger. , the other hand cut it off at the mouth of the tiger, circled it twice in the hand, and after it became more rounded, put it into the pan and put it into the oil.

The fish oil in the pot, which was originally calm and unwavering, began to form a ball of oil. When it was formed, it was scooped up with a colander. The oil temperature was not high, and all the white balls came out.

Wait for one pot to finish frying, wait for the oil to rise to a high temperature, and fry in the pot again for more than ten seconds. Under the high temperature washing, the water in the meatballs will be washed out together with the sucked oil under the balance of the oil temperature difference between the inside and outside, and the white skin will be crispy. A golden brown.

Jacob put the vegetarian meatballs neatly on the plate one by one, and Richel started seasoning in his hands, adding some soy sauce, vinegar and chili oil, crushed a few cloves of garlic and minced them, made a juice, and poured it into a small bowl Serve with a plate.

Grice and the others had already cleaned up all the side dishes. Seeing him carrying freshly fried dishes, his eyes were already hungry.

"Vegetarian meatballs, fish ball soup."

He hasn't done such a laborious craft for a while. Now that the private room has been expanded, fish balls just happened to be included in the recipe on the second floor.

What the tip of the nose smells for the first time is the freshness wrapped in the hot air of the fish ball soup, and the aroma from the deep-fried meatballs.

I haven't tasted it in my mouth yet, as if I can already feel the crunchy feeling and the smoothness of the hot soup passing through the intestines.

This is steaming that cannot be tasted at home.

Gently leisurely, with eager dreams.

"What a dull color." Seeing that the two dishes were bland, Grace was not satisfied.

"Then you wait for the next dish."

"You boss, your attitude is really bad, and you lack the proper etiquette."

Richel gave a faint "Oh", who is the one with the wrong attitude?

Cooking for you, equal business transactions, do I still owe you, I have to ask you to eat.

They don't eat, and there are still many people who want to grab this seat.

Ignoring the indifferent attitude of the people around him, Grice awkwardly crossed two chopsticks into an "X" shape and held them. He quickly aimed at a ball and poked it. He successfully strung one chopstick with each other and returned to the voyage with glory.

"Hmm..." As soon as she took a bite, she felt the heat rushing out of the ball on the tip of her tongue. She quickly withdrew her mouth and blew several times before she tasted it into her mouth.

It is the same as she thought, crispy and delicious, but different from her thought, it is soft and tender inside, with the aroma of radish and unique sweetness, and the unique freshness of vegetables, singing a warm song in your mouth A steaming symphony.

Only by eating with temperature can you feel the world with temperature.

"Dip in the sauce next to it." Richel kindly reminded him that this person was too anxious.

Grice stretched out another chopstick with meatballs on it, and Renault had already dipped the first portion into his mouth, nodded repeatedly, and didn't say a word for a long time.

After eating a few more, the greasy taste of deep frying filled the mouth.At this time, the light and delicious fish ball soup will show its effect.

Drink a bowl hot, warm from mouth to stomach.

I don't know if it's because it's winter, eating hot food and drinking hot soup makes people feel refreshed.

Seeing that they ate satisfactorily, Richel was relieved a lot.

He exited the room with the tray in his hand, walked down the spiral staircase into the kitchen, cut open the tofu, and continued cooking.

During his busy schedule, he did not forget to glance out of the yard from time to time.

Adrian's tentacles were all curled up beside him, and he lay swaying in the rocking chair under the eaves.

"Aren't you cold?" He felt cold for the octopus.

After freezing for an afternoon, they all turned white.

Upon hearing his cry, Adrian immediately put down the book and straightened his back from the rocking chair.

"I'm here."

He hurriedly packed the books on the floor, Richel's hand was faster, and he had already picked up a book.

"It's impressive." A look of amusement flashed in his eyes, "When did you become so easy to learn?"

"It's always been, return it to me quickly." Adrian stretched out his hand awkwardly, but he blocked it with his body.

Richel glanced casually.