Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 69

A beautiful figure came in from outside the door, with golden curly hair hanging down to her shoulders, a dazzling pearl necklace wrapped around her snowy neck, and a green embroidered lace tutu skirt lightly sweeping across the ground.

Exactly the same dress as Chelsea was wearing.

It's not terrible to bump into a shirt, but who is ugly...

Chelsea glanced mercilessly, successfully making the men present obediently avert their eyes.

Only Hayle was still yelling "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" up, waving his arms to attract his attention.Chelsea gave him his mouth back with a wave of his hand.

The blood clan was about to yell, but seeing the witch raised her hand again, she hurriedly covered her mouth.

With a cold snort, she straightened her chest, straightened her neck, and her standing posture became more elegant.

Lesney took a few steps forward, staring blankly at the person in front of him with the black eyes of the skull.

"Honey, you shouldn't bring your children to play around together." Her eyes fell on the sofa not far away, her tone was helpless, her eyes were full of tenderness.

Lesney followed her gaze and held out his hand.

The illusion was instantly shattered.

A nest of mice was startled, jumped out of the bed, and crawled into the hole along the corner of the wall.

There was a rat's squeak from upstairs, as if to publicize the fright just now.

"Let's go out first." Richel sighed silently, beckoning everyone to leave.

Lesni stood there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly ran out, closed the door, mobilized the magic circle on the door, opened the door, closed the door, continued to turn, and opened the door.

"Lesney..." Richel and the others stood beside him, watching him try countless times, and the scene in the room was different every time, but there was no hotel room just now.

"Brother, it's just a coincidence." Hayle grabbed the corner of his cloak, "Don't try it."

Lesney shook off his hand, and in the blink of an eye, they were all standing in the yard, looking at each other.

There was a sound outside the lobby. Richel and Hastings went out to check, and found that it was already noon. Many customers came to the restaurant to eat, but there was no one there, and they let go of their voices to howl.

"Uncle Daban, you haven't been here for a while," Richel said pleasantly, "Sit down."

Before the other party opened his mouth, he suggested: "Would you like to try the new dish recently launched, soy sauce fried tofu vermicelli, served with steamed buns and rolls, it is very delicious, and it will not make you hungry."

When Uncle Daban heard that it was a new dish, he nodded, "Okay."

Richel hurriedly picked up a paper to write down, and recommended dishes to other guests. Basically, they were easy-to-make and large-quantity types. The workers liked them, and he cooked them quickly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a green figure going upstairs.

"Xiao Hei, look at the front desk." Richel ordered, tore off the note and went to the kitchen, just in time to see Adrian who had come back from exercising outside.

"Come and help me, I didn't have time to prepare dishes just now, hurry up now." Richel put on his apron, put on his hat, and started busy at noon.

"What did you do this morning?" Adrian asked inadvertently, rolling up his sleeves and washing the vegetables in a rattan basket.

"Originally, we planned to use Lesney's space magic to open a door on the third floor and go to Reston, so that our business can develop there." Richelton paused and explained what happened just now.

Talking about what had happened, he kept his hands busy, cut the dried tofu skin into wide strips, put them in the pot and blanched them with alkali for a while.

Fishing for salt in summer and alkali in winter, there are a lot of salt water in the salt water pool, others don't care about this kind of thing, he has prepared a lot this winter.

He also poured vinegar into the lime, and piped the collected gas into the alkaline water to make a lot of baking soda, which was perfect for absorbing acid in the fermented dough.

So, when steamed buns spread all over Zhongwai City, everyone discovered that only his noodles were soft and fragrant, without the faint sour taste.

The tofu skin was boiled to a smooth texture, and the previously sun-dried vermicelli was well soaked.Richel oiled the iron pan with a large spoon so that the vermicelli would not stick.

Heat up a wok with cold oil, add spices and stir until fragrant, add diced shrimp and stir-fry until delicious, pour soy sauce, add vermicelli, add water, season, and cook until soft.

When one third of the juice in the pot was left, Lichel put the drained dried tofu into the pot, stir-fried it evenly, covered the pot, and simmered it over low heat to taste.

Only now did he realize that Adrian had been washing the vegetables with his head down, and hadn't made a sound for a long time.

He leaned against the window and knocked on the red head outside the house.

"I've said so much, you have no idea?"

"It's a normal thing. When I meet a lover I haven't seen for many years, I will definitely be excited." Adrian handed him the dish, thinking that there was nothing to say, "I will be so excited when I see you again after a day."

"Talking about the two of them, why are you saying these things." Richel smiled and lowered his head, "Did you secretly read those messy books again recently?"

"No, you didn't want me to see it." Adrian leaned his head closer and kissed him on the lips, "The truth."

"This mouth is becoming more and more deceptive." Richer circled his chin in the tiger's mouth, the flesh on his face was squeezed out of shape, and he shook his head left and right.

The bright red hair was swaying with his hands, and the hair tips that were softened by the sun danced in the heat.

"The vegetables in the pot are about to run out of juice." Huo Miao stuck out his head and reminded.

Richel took his hand back, opened the lid of the pot and turned over the vegetables, "Turn up the heat to collect the juice, little liar."

"I just can't see you two getting together." Huo Miao said, "You two kissed so brightly, don't forget that there is me in the kitchen who has been single for decades."

Is this not treating him as a living thing?

Richel's heart skipped a beat, and he pressed his right eye subconsciously.

I took a photo of the water in the tub, and sure enough, a golden totem appeared in my eyes.

He remembered what the octopus said a long time ago, and almost fell into the water.

Every time he thought he had kissed Adrian secretly.But when they meet other people later, do they actually know?

Just don't say it.

let him die.

"What's the matter with you?" Huo Miao asked lying on the stove door.

"It's okay." Richer picked up the tongs and pushed him in, "Retract, the wall of the pot will be burned red by you."

The flame moved in reluctantly, and when the tofu vermicelli was fried, he jumped out again.

"I know about Lord Lesney, do you want to hear it?"

The person who was washing the pot paused.

"You tell me what to do."

"Don't be unhappy." Huo Miao said guiltily. After hesitating for a while, she still said, "You have a lot of ideas. I also hope that Master Lesney will be happy."

Richel thought for a while and asked, "Lesney really had a lover in the past?"

"To be precise, it's my wife."

"Chelsea?" Then she could be regarded as disabled.

"No." Huo Miao said decisively, "Chelsea doesn't know anything. She has only lived here for more than ten years. Before you came, she hadn't even seen Lord Lesney."

"How poor she is," murmured Richer.

Huo Miao sighed, "Lord Lesney is pitiful. He used to have a mother who ran a hotel, and a father who was a humorous tailor..."

In the middle of the night, Richel cleaned up the kitchen, locked the doors and windows, and came out. Unexpectedly, Chelsea was still sitting behind the counter, shaking the wine glass in his hand, and staring blankly in thought.

The wall candle cast a bright flame on her face, and also left a large incomplete shadow in an inaccessible place.

He sat outside the counter and poured himself a glass of wine as well.

After taking a sip, tears were choked up, and he said with a bitter face, "Why is the wine so strong?"

"Baigan." Chelsea's eyes lit up when he saw him, "Don't even think about using it for cooking, I only steamed two bottles."

Richel touched his nose and put down the glass.

"Don't be sad," he reassured dryly, "He is dead, but you are still alive, and you are by his side now. That woman is nothing good, so you don't have to worry."

"Are you talking about Lesney and me?" Chelsea laughed viciously, "You know what? Lesney didn't welcome you very much back then, so I had a fight with him and said I would move with you. Go out and live."

"He recognizes me very much now."

"I just told you during the day that I wanted to kill you before, and I didn't see the slightest surprise on your face." Chelsea's wide mouth smiled even more provocatively, "It's the same now."

"I'm slow, not a fool." Richel was a little speechless, "Even if I didn't realize it for a day or two, how could I not know after staying together for so long. The way you look at me is completely different from the way you look at Adrian what?"

One is the prey, and the other is the awe of the strong.

Chelsea thought about it, "Then may I say that you have ulterior motives for approaching Lord Adrian."

"Hey, don't provoke our relationship. I am sincere to him, unlike him, who came to pursue me because of the courtship period." Richel hurriedly said, what if the stupid octopus takes such words seriously.

Seeing how flustered he was, Chelsea finally smiled sincerely.

"I warn you, don't talk nonsense in front of him, otherwise I won't help you and Lesney."

Richel spoke non-threateningly, he was really afraid that she would mess things up, and he would go to lose weight every day if he said "fat", if she said nonsense, maybe he would make trouble.

"Me and Lesney?" Chelsea seemed to hear something funny, "Did you misunderstand something?"

Richel looked at her in surprise.

"Do you know why I like to drink?" She asked suddenly, the wine in the glass was as clear as water, and shimmered with her hand.

Before he could answer, she had already continued talking on her own, "I feed on dreams, and I can see what others fear the most."

"Also, I can see what they miss so much day and night." She took a sip of her wine, "Lesney thought I knew him because you renovated the restaurant. In fact, I felt his presence as soon as I got here .”

"The person you see is not his wife, but his mother."

"Mother?" Richel did not expect this answer.

He recalled what Hume had said during the day.

"Lord Lesney's wife, who killed his father."

"His mother, who heard him arguing with his wife, thought her husband was having an affair with her, eloped and jumped off the top floor."

"Master Lesney went out to look for his wife, and when he came back, he became like this."

"The woman who insisted on going her own way and vowed to marry at the beginning made her..."

Richel picked up his glass and took a sip.

The moonlight outside the window was bleak, and in the dim corridor where the light could not shine, a skeleton sat alone by the door, with two large holes on its head, darker than the night.

"For more than ten years, I have experienced his joyful and tragic life over and over again, like a cycle of hell that I can never escape. This hotel is a cage, and he has locked himself here forever, condemning and apologizing. I can't finish devouring his nightmare, and I can't save his desolate life."

Chelsea looked at him tenderly, "Fortunately, you're here."