Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 8

With a place to live, although it is a bit dilapidated, it can at least provide shelter from the wind and rain. I don't know how much better it is than the slums.

Richer hummed a little tune and walked towards Uncle Dapin's shop.

That small cart has only been used for half a month, and it is still brand new, so it is a pity to scrap it just like that.However, now that there is a kitchen, it is no longer necessary.

The rest is to make the steamer. There are so many and so big pots and stoves in the hotel, I don't know how much better than his small stove. Richer opened his mouth and ordered seventy directly.

In addition to these, he also ordered a large stone mill.

The beans eaten by commoners here are generally peas, broad beans and lentils.Peas can be ground into soy milk. If there is soy milk, then tofu and soy products can be made.

"Can this thing also grind wheat?" Uncle Daban said after hearing what he said, and wanted to make one for himself. "There are too many people queuing up at the big mill in the west of the city every day."

Richel suddenly understood.

Since beans can be ground to make soy milk, corn, wheat, and various other things can also be ground.

He has not seen corn, but wheat flour, with the stone mill, he is afraid that there will be no more.

As I said before, only the knights, wealthy and nobles of the middle and upper classes can eat finer wheat flour.

For they had enough servants to beat the bran off the wheat.Of course they are still not as fine as the ones Richel ate in his previous life.

The common people at the bottom can only eat rye, barley flour and oatmeal flour, which are cheap and relatively rough. The ones that Richel bought before can barely make it, but the taste will be even worse.

If farmers with better family backgrounds own a piece of land, they can eat bread made of wheat flour and rye flour. Naturally, the taste is not satisfactory, but those who are used to eating it will find it good.

Richel came to Mrs. Bernard's farm according to his memory, and as far as he could see, there was a golden wheat wave.

In the wooden fence in the distance, there are all kinds of cattle, sheep and poultry. Mrs. Bernard, with a white scarf wrapped around her head and a gray-white apron around her fat body, is driving a flock of hens and picking up eggs with a basket in her hand.

Richel yelled loudly, pushed aside the wheat and ran across the ridges of the field.

The sun was shining, and people were flushed with the sun. Mrs. Bernard wiped her sweat and saw a black-haired young man running towards her. She was stunned for a while before she remembered who it was, and shouted: "Richer, why are you here?" gone?"

Mrs. Bernard welcomed him into her stone house with a basket on her shoulders, poured him a glass of light beer, and said, "How is your business doing?"

Richel didn't like drinking. He heard that the fresh water resources in the coastal cities were scarce in the past. Later, the dwarves invented a filter, and the Cyclops forged a large pipe, and the clean fresh water gradually became a resource for every household.Of course, there are still many people of the older generation who maintain the habit of using light beer as water.

After receiving the wine, he casually took a sip and replied, "It's not bad, it's improved a bit. I'm here today to buy some husking wheat from you."

"Lord, it costs ten copper coins a pound, and the bran is hard to remove, and the taste is not as good as that of rye and oats. You'd better think again." Mrs. Bernard kindly reminded.

"I have inquired about these, this time I just bought ten pounds to try it out. If it works well in the future, I may need to buy it for a long time."

Richel said, "Also, I need eggs, chicken, duck and poultry, and some fresh vegetables."

"It seems to be a big business person." Mrs. Bernard is also very happy to have another source of supply, "However, I can only sell you a few chickens and ducks, my dear, if I sell too much, I will lose it." Money baby."

Richel had almost forgotten the taste of meat, so he had no choice but to say: "Forget it, come back later, I hope you can raise more."

"There is no way to raise more. It's not a question of money. No matter how expensive pork and beef are, how expensive are pork and beef? But there are churches watching, meat is not allowed today, and meat is not allowed tomorrow. Count carefully for half a year. You can't eat meat. On the contrary, those sanctimonious guys eat it every day until the corners of their mouths drip."

Mrs. Bernard came over and whispered: "Besides, poor child, we don't have the spices in the master's kitchen, and the baked things don't taste very good." eat meat.

Richel smiled and asked, "It's impossible for the church to ban all meat, right?"

"That's not enough. There will always be a way for us to survive," she pointed to the distant coast, "The City of Liberty is not like other places. The sea, forests and mountains are not the domain of the lords. You can go hunting in the forest, or go fishing in a boat, eat as many fish and shrimp as you like."

Gradually a light came into Richel's eyes.

After picking out a lot of goods with him, Mrs. Bernard looked at a large pile of ingredients and said, "I think my lazy guy should deliver the goods to you."

As she spoke, she called out loudly, "Neil."

A tall, thin man came in. Richer had seen him, and he had been selling goods in the city with Madame Bernard before.

"where is your house?"

It was only then that Richel remembered that he didn't know the address of Chelsea's house. Mrs. Bernard smiled and said, "It's okay, just go with him."

He was a little worried, whether so many goods would crush this skinny man, but it was obvious that his worries were unnecessary.

The tall and thin Neil easily picked up the cargo that was twice his size, put his arm around Richel, and called out in a long voice with a smile: "Let's go."

He just lightly lifted his whole body into the air, and the rustling cool wind blew away the sweltering heat of midsummer. The steeple-roofed stone houses, the large farms, the rolling mountains in the distance, and the endless houses in Liberty City all Zoom out before your eyes and zoom in again.

"What are those people doing?" Richel saw a group of people shrouded in colorful lights in the open space at the foot of the mountain in the distance, as if they were dancing.

With a bang, half of the mountain collapsed, turned into dust again, and disappeared.

This was the first time he had seen such a huge magic circle.

"They are treasure hunters. If you encounter them, run away quickly. They are all troublemakers."

"Treasure hunter?" he murmured.

"Nearly half of the continent in Kelexi is covered by mountains with few people. Beyond the continent, there is an endless ocean, which may hide dangers, or may herald countless wealth and treasures. Therefore, treasure hunting was born."

"They are all vicious gangsters. In order to obtain treasures by any means, it is common to kill people and steal goods. If you see them, the best way is to avoid them."

"After all, we are all ordinary people." Neil jumped up and down a few times, and soon reached the foot of the towering city wall, and put him down.

Richer listened to his last sentence speechlessly, he was not like an ordinary person.

After being checked by the guards at the city gate, Richel led Neil to walk slowly to the Gerry Street. Before that, he only noticed the clump of blue flowers in front of the hotel door. This time, he checked carefully, and he saw the house number.

"31 Drishers Lane, Gray Street?" Neil unconsciously read out the address.

"Is there any question?" Richel looked at him wonderingly, and then looked at the address carved on the gray and white stone wall.

"How are you sleeping here?"

"It's very fragrant." I was so tired that I didn't even dream.

Seeing his ignorance, Neil probed further: "Don't you feel groggy, unresponsive, depressed, impulsive and irritable?"

Richel shook his head blankly, he was so tired that he didn't even care about the cobwebs and dust on the bed, so he didn't care about other things.

Neil shook his head, frowned and put all the vegetables and food on the ground by the door.

After seeing him off, Richel dragged his things into the hotel, bought a random piece of bread next door, rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.

I found a broom and cleaned all the cobwebs and ash in the kitchen. I opened the back door of the kitchen. Outside was a yard with a pine tree tens of meters high standing beside the corner fence.

As for the species, Richel didn't know. In short, there were strips of yellow dead leaves all over the place. From a distance, they looked like caterpillars, which made one's scalp tingle.

"How on earth does this aunt eat? She is so lazy when she runs a hotel."

Richel shook his head and sighed, and swept the dead leaves into a pile and placed them by the dry well in the yard. There were some useless utensils piled up in the wooden shed next to them. Richel rummaged through them, but found some useful ones.As for the rest, after asking Chelsea, they all chopped up and used them as firewood.

Opening the copper snake head inlaid on the wall, a stream of water flowed out of the snake's mouth. After the yellow and rusty water was drained away, he took clean water and scrubbed the kitchen inside and out.By the time the busy work was over, it was already late at night.

Put the things I bought during the day on the long table in the kitchen, sort them one by one, take out three eggs, break them into a bowl, add a little salt and chopped leeks, carrots, and shiitake mushrooms, and mix well.

Heat the pan until it is warm, and slowly pour in the egg liquid. When one side is fried until golden and peeling, lift the spatula along the edge, quickly turn it over, and fry the other side. When both sides are golden brown, take it out of the pan and put it on a plate .

Pour a little vinegar and beer into the minced ginger, take two bowls and beat the eggs again, separate the egg whites and egg yolks, beat them and add salt.

Heat the pan, add a small piece of butter bought from Mrs. Bernard, pour in the egg whites and stir fry while breaking up with chopsticks, add half of the ginger vinegar, cook and set aside.

Add oil, pour in the egg yolk, stir fry, pour in the remaining half of the ginger juice, take it out of the pan after it is cooked, put it on top of the egg white, add a little chopped leek for decoration.

One plate of crabs is complete.

Gold on the top and white on the bottom, it looks like crab powder, with a tender and smooth taste. It is not crab, but has a crab flavor, which greatly satisfies Richel who hasn't eaten crab for a long time.

He picked up a chopstick and ate it into his mouth. In addition to the crab flavor, his Sai Crab also had a faint buttery aroma. It was not authentic cooking wine and had no sugar. The taste was a bit like butter crab.

A bite of vegetable omelette and a bite of Sai crab, Richel devoured it and slumped comfortably on the chair.

Life should not be too beautiful, there is food to have life.

After a tiring day, he heated a large pot of water on the stove, found a large wooden barrel from the debris in the yard and washed it, locked the kitchen, took off his clothes and took a comfortable soak in a hot bath.

It's been nearly a month since he came to this world, and he took a hot bath for the first time. Richel couldn't help but sigh with emotion at the strength of his body. He was tired from running around every day, and the food was shabby. Get ill.

Every pore in his body was opened, and the water vapor was steaming. He closed his eyes comfortably, the water rippled gently, and his chest suddenly felt a little itchy.

Open your eyes, a rub of red hair floating on the water, below is a human head.

"Ah!! Ghost—"

"Ah!! It's hot..."

Adrian jumped out of the tub, splashing water all over the sky.

Richel was still in shock, holding on to the edge of the barrel with both hands, and the monster on the long table jumped up and down with its eight tentacles, looking like a live octopus being roasted over charcoal.

That muscular taste...

After wiping the bath water from his face, his mouth became greedy.

Adrian took a closer look, his hands, body, and antennae were all hot red.

"Why do you use hot water for bathing?" The eight tentacles shrank from the pain.

Richel, who was questioned, stood up angrily from the poke, "Why are you in my bathwater?"

"Because you called me."

Adrian held one of the tentacles and blew lightly, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the opposite waist.

"Where are you looking!"