Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 81

Richel greeted the gardener, walked to the edge of the pool and picked up Lesney, "You must be hungry for a long time, we have adjusted the stuffing, and it will be wrapped and cooked soon, come and sit for a while."

"What are you cooking?" The owner of the bakery next door poked out a bald head, resting on the moss-stacked rock wall, very abruptly.

He looked at the gardener, "You invited him, but you didn't invite other neighbors?"

Richel was trying to explain why, when a few small heads popped up next to the boss, "What did Uncle Richel eat again?"

"Let's eat together." He beckoned the children.

As soon as this end finished speaking, the neighbor on the other side also leaned on the wall, "It smells so good."

This is what I hid in the corner and waited to eat, right?

Richel invited them over to share, too.

The family next door is a hatter. At this moment, their mistress is wearing the most popular bicorne hat in Liberty City. A long white veil hangs from behind, gently swaying with her graceful figure.

Richel let them enter the lobby, and called out Chelsea's name, "Come here and do me a favor."

When the witch came to the yard, she saw Lesney in the pool with a look of lovelessness, and laughed unkindly.

"Wipe him, I'm going to entertain them."

Seeing that there was no outsider, and regardless of whether it was dried or not, the skeleton frame jumped out extremely quickly, and put on the black cloak next to it.

"Finally someone helped you take a shower." Chelsea put out his hand to touch his head in a funny way, but was avoided by Lesney, "It's not washed clean, you should add some flower petals, it will be more fragrant."

The necromancer's mandibles moved up and down quickly, and after a while, a wisp of smoke, which seemed to be absent, emerged from the top of his head.

"I can't speak." Chelsea laughed viciously, poking the back of his head, trying to lift his hat.

Lesney clutched his cloak tightly with both hands, and huddled in a corner of the kitchen.

The witch followed, and when she saw an outsider coming in, she stopped wanting to make fun of him.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" The hatter and his wife were not as cheeky as the bakery owner. After sitting in the lobby for a while, they went into the kitchen.

"not yet."

"I'm a good trader, trust me," said the milliner's wife proudly, and it didn't take long for her to be ashamed of her words.

Richer took out a large piece of wild boar meat from the cellar, which was as big as half a person when combined, and everyone clicked their tongues, thinking it was a bit extravagant.

I saw Jacob waving his special big kitchen knife, and a few flower shadows passed by, and they had turned into a pile of meat paste.

Add some seasonings to enhance the aroma, pour in soy sauce, put the meat in a pan on the stove and roast it on a low heat, so that the meat oil will not freeze and cannot be melted, so that the meat and seasonings can be better combined, after that, use force Beat until glued.

Pour in the chopped shepherd's purse and squeeze out the juice, and the red meat and green vegetables are gradually mixed evenly, neutralizing a less ostentatious color.

Richel took out the rested dough, cut it into strips, sprinkled it with flour, kneaded it round, then broke it into pieces of the same size, kneaded it with flour, and asked Jacob to roll it into small pieces of dough.

After rolling out a stack of dough, Jacob shook them together, and the excess flour fluttered down. The owner of the bakery also came in at some point, touched the flour on the dough, and sighed.

"It's really thin." He lovingly held the dough and pinched it along the edge, with a pensive look on his face.

"We can start wrapping." Richel picked up a dumpling wrapper, put fillings on it, closed it, and folded it into folds.

"It's quite simple." The women have already started.

The owner of the bakery made a few wraps, and the soup was exposed and it was difficult to close them. He also put a few children on the table and sat there, "You guys should try it too."

It's a pity that the few children didn't inherit any of their father's craftsmanship.

"If this is sold, it will be very expensive." The hatmaker's wife said, looking at the pot full of meat.

"Usually we use shrimp meat, but it's more troublesome, and we have to peel the shells." Richel explained, "I have shepherd's purse today, so eat some good ones."

Adrian sat next to Richel and watched, holding a piece of dough and turning it on his fingertips.

"Aren't you immature?" Lichel quickly wrapped the dumplings in his hands, put them on the rattan tray, and seized the opportunity to grab the dough on his fingers.

Adrian tossed it up and switched his face to the other hand.

"When you're bored, make dumplings."

"No, it's too ugly and unpalatable." Adrian curled his lips, he also wanted to wrap it up, usually in front of people in restaurants, no one dared to say anything, but now in front of outsiders, he was afraid that these people would laugh too much It's loud, but you can't hit people.

"I'll eat." Richel finished making a dumpling, reached out to grab it again, and threw the dough from his fingers to his wrists and feet, catching it again.

"If you don't make a bag, just rest next to him." Richel grabbed his ear, "It's only making trouble." Whether he is raising a partner or a son.

"No, I'm afraid you miss me too much." Adrian obediently handed over his face, "I'll just sit down."

"Narcissist." Richel looked down, and the white skin was pinched into several folds, which looked like an umbrella without a handle.

"This umbrella is well held, it's not ugly, and I have a little confidence in myself."

"This is a flower." Adrian touched his nose, and the tip of his nose successfully brought some flour, which was very funny.

"Also...not bad."

"Richel, is it really okay for you to lie against your own morals like this?" Hayle looked at the white mass mockingly, and raised the dumpling in his hand.

The pleats are very beautiful.

"If your face still wants to open your mouth, just hold it back for me."

Adrian's words successfully made Hayle cover his mouth.

The people in the restaurant plus two or three families next door were chatting in the kitchen while making dumplings. Richel had never paid much attention to the neighbors in the neighborhood before.

Only today did I know from their mouths who was having an affair with whom, how much a child of that family had achieved, and which priest in the monastery was promoted by means.

Almost nothing can escape their eyes.

Especially the dumpy, balding bakery owner was excited to talk about it.

Is this the fighting power of a middle-aged man?Richel looked at him in admiration.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of white and fat dumplings were placed on the rattan plate, and Richel first boiled a pot of water.

Open the pot to cook the stuffing, close the pot to cook the skin, each white and fat dumpling quietly sinks in the hot water in the pot, put some salt in the water to prevent sticking, as the temperature rises, the water gradually boils, and the dumplings are also gently mixed with the small bubbles roll.

Richel pushed slowly with the back of an iron colander, and when the water became cloudy, skimmed off some, and added some cold water to ensure that the dumpling soup was clear.

When they all floated up, pick up one with a colander, press it with your hands, and it is firm.

"Try to see if the meat is done." He put the dumplings in Adrian's bowl.

The chopsticks were pinched in the middle, and the pork inside had lost its bright red color. When I ate it into my mouth, I said, "It's cooked."

A few people gathered around the pot, watching Richel scoop up the dumplings on a plate and serve them to the table graciously, each of them started to eat one plate at a time.

"Pork and shepherd's purse are mixed together, locked in with the dough, and when you bite open, the aroma stays in your mouth, which makes people have endless aftertaste."

"Very fragrant." For those who can't describe, there is only such a brief evaluation, and it is more proved by actual actions.

"I'll make some dipping sauce for you." Richel said, chopped a handful of minced garlic chili and put it in vinegar and coriander. When it was placed on the table, it was almost finished.

The hatter and his wife wiped their mouths contentedly. They had already had lunch, and now their stomachs were so full that they could barely walk, and it was hard for them to continue eating, so they left first.

As soon as they left, other people also finished the dumplings on the plate, and left one after another. Pork is very expensive, especially wild pork. Even if they want to eat it, most people don’t have such good skills to hunt it. I'm too embarrassed to eat up all the dumplings.

Richel held back a few words, sent them away, and looked back, the people in his own restaurant were really strong in fighting power, and they were not polite at all.

"Grice, why don't you leave when everyone else is gone?" Hayle looked at her unhappily, the lady had already eaten the second plate.

"You're not full yet, step aside, the vampires don't need to eat human food."

"I have a job, which is better than you who come to eat every day." Hayer was dissatisfied.

"You? How old were you before you died? Is it four years old? With your mentality, you can receive welfare benefits for the disabled in the Blood Race Association. What can you do?"

Hayle flattened his mouth, clenched his fat hands into fists, and looked like he was about to cry.

"Don't say a few words." Lichel came to smooth things over with dumplings, and filled Hayle's plate with dumplings, "Eat more, there are still more."

The Blood Race scooped up the dumplings with a spoon, stuffed them into one to make his face rounder, chewed in his mouth, and the baby fat on his face trembled three times.

His big and round eyes rolled around, and when Richel came over, he pulled his cuffs and whispered: "You arrange a job for me, I'm not someone who just eats and doesn't do anything. "

"The restaurant is short of people now, it would be even better if you could help." Richel laughed.

Hayle swallowed the dumpling and grinned.

What's wrong with four years old, four years old can also work.

After Hayle said this, Grace remembered the purpose of her visit today, and tore her mouth away from the chopsticks. She took a sip of wine to wash away the smell, and said, "Richer, all five members of the Stone White family died. Now, his distant cousin is here to take care of the funeral, and he needs a funeral chef, and the bishop and I have recommended you, let me ask what you mean?"

"Five people?" Richer was stunned, and subconsciously looked at Adrian next to him.

"You don't know? The city of Liberty has gone crazy in the past two days." Grice looked at him in surprise, as if seeing an ignorant and closed countryman.

"Fortunately, you still run a restaurant. Haven't you heard others mention it? A human and a few dwarves first killed Sir Valais with cruel means——

I heard that the corpse was so charred that the monks didn't know how to bury it. One of the dwarves killed his companion and ran away. Maybe he was afraid of revenge, so he turned back and brutalized everyone in the Stonewhite family. kill. "

After all, Grice deliberately lowered his voice and said: "The mansion is very scary now. The monk who repented for the soul in the middle of the night heard the sound of blood bleeding from the cracks in the stone, and the crackling sound of roasting meat on Valais body."

Hastings sat a little further away in silence.

"Has the dwarf been found?"

"Catched on the spot. He smashed his head, probably couldn't walk, and was directly taken down by the guards." Grice said, talking about gossip, he can't lose to those people just now, "He kept saying that he didn't kill himself, but he was ashamed Sitting on the spot, how could it be possible to explain clearly."

"The dwarf is naturally aggressive and aggressive, and he is also good at using equipment. It is likely to be him." Chelsea said.

Hearing what Chelsea said, the scene of the Null family being captured by Valais rolled over in Grice's mind.

That family was also a dwarf.

She had a hunch in her heart that the rumored murderer of the dwarves was Gnar.

"Richer, have you been in touch with your former dwarf helper recently?"

Richer panicked and was hesitating how to answer when a slender and powerful hand covered the back of his hand.

The gurgling warmth in the palm of his hand continued to spread to his heart along his cold and trembling arms.

"Since their family was kicked out, I haven't seen them again." Adrian said calmly, "He is an ungrateful person who thinks he can do great things, blames us for dragging him down, and probably forgot that we went to make a fortune. "

Richel's heart skipped a beat.

"who are you?"

"You don't know me anymore?"

"You know me? Who am I? Sigh...my head hurts."

"You... your name is Nar Daverich."

"How did I come here and meet these weirdos? Are we good friends? We came together?"

In the ruins, Richel looked at him quietly, shaking his head slowly.

"I only know your name." Without knowing the name, the curse cannot take effect, "You are a beggar, and I am the boss."

Gnar understood that their identities were different, how could they be friends.It should be because I often beg for food at this rich man's door, and that's how I got to know him.

"These people are liars pretending to be nobles. Now that they are dead, we can find a lot of good things here." He looked around and seemed to be talking to himself.

Seeing Gnar's eyes staring at him, Richel ordered: "Go to the city hall first and call the guards, I will guard here."

Gnar's eyeballs were darkened, "My head hurts, move fast, report to the police first, I will never let anyone destroy this place."

Richel hesitated for a moment, but reluctantly agreed.

You don't want to know me?good.

"I curse Nar Daverich, who has no wife, no children, no friends and family, is lonely and miserable, and dies of poverty, hunger, cold and bullying."

From then on, you can't even remember my name.