Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 88

Richel looked around, nothing was different.

He went in and closed the window, extinguished the whale oil lamps on the walls and on the table, and closed the door.

Within two seconds, the door was opened, and the wind from the aisle immediately poured in.He found a chair and leaned against the door, went on to the next room, closed the window and blown the light.

When the last light went out, the lights on the second floor outside the restaurant also dimmed.

The next day, Richel put on his coat and hat, explained to Chelsea and Hastings, and took Adrian to Reston.

Reston is similar to the houses in Liberty City, tall and thick with thick walls, but the style is somewhat different, with red roofs and white walls, pedestrians passing by on the street, and their clothes are similar in both places.

After leaving the city gate, the carriage drove all the way, and they didn't see the shadow of the manor until the sun was shining from above their heads.

After walking for a long time to the path in the middle of the grass, the carriage stopped at the door.

A footman opened the door and welcomed them in.

Mrs. Alice gave the invitation letter to the guests. They walked through the main entrance, took off their hats, walked through the resplendent stairs and corridors, and the attendants led them to the lawn behind the manor.

More than a dozen noble ladies sat on the grass or at the table, all surrounded by one person.

"Richer, come quickly." Mrs. Alice in the center of the crowd waved to him in surprise.

The spring sun was not too hot, and it shone more gently on her face than usual.

"This is the restaurant owner I was talking about. The dishes he cooks can cure diseases. He doesn't even need bloodletting, he can be cured directly."

Pharmacists usually let patients drink the potion, and then supplement it with bloodletting, which is the most fashionable and effective treatment method nowadays.

Richel hurriedly clarified that food is food and medicine is medicine, and the effects are still different.

"Don't be modest." Mrs. Elise said to her friend, "I injected at least two pounds of blood in Liberty City. The bishop said it would take half a year to recover, but now my dizziness is much better. As long as I don't squat down, I will be fine." Just like normal people."

"Impossible, so amazing?"

"He adds sugar to some dishes," said Mrs. Elise.

"It turned out to be the pastry chef." Everyone exclaimed, having a new impression of him.

"No, sweetness can be tasted in salty dishes."

"What does it taste like?" They couldn't imagine it.

"It's weird just thinking about it."

"Is there sugar in anything cooked to you? You're eating extravagantly."

"It's a new kind of cooking," Mrs. Elise recalled Richel's earlier words. "Stir-fried, marinated, prepared sauce, all added."

"Is it also in the food for ordinary customers?"

"There are many dishes in the private rooms above the second floor." Richel explained, "Sugar is part of it, and it is mainly the effect of diet therapy."

The ladies looked at each other.

"It's some properties of food. From your point of view, fish is cold and needs to be grilled to neutralize it. The same is true for other foods. After eating, it can be reflected in the body. Some regulate the stomach, and some Nourishes the heart and lungs."

"Ms. Alice is anemia caused by too much bloodletting. So I basically made food for nourishing qi and blood for a month, and it seems to work well." There is no lack of the psychological effect of Mrs. Alice, who praised his dishes It's amazing.

They know the saying of cold food, and now they are surprised to hear that food can actually regulate the body.

"Moreover, in order to ensure that Madam has enough nutrition. In addition to the normal lunch and dinner, I also prepared snacks in the morning."

He came today with a purpose.

A lady in a red embroidered dress asked doubtfully, "This is breakfast."

"This will not be forgiven by the Lord." Another lady frowned.

Mrs. Elise said indifferently: "It is said that people in the eastern islands already have the habit of eating bread and red wine for breakfast, and the goddess of holy light is blessing them."

"I've also heard that people in the north learn from the Dragon Clan and eat thick bread with ham in the morning." Another person agreed.

"I don't agree." The lady in the red dress just said, "Because they are not religious, they can only stay in those cold and remote places for life after life."

Seeing her friends like this, Mrs. Alice suggested: "It's boring if we just chat, why don't we ask Boss Richel to make us a few snacks—now it's not breakfast."

Several ladies smoothed things over to agree, and Mrs. Alice winked at Richer quietly, telling him to go down and get ready.

Richel also gestured to her with his eyes, he understood.

The upstairs has not been fully renovated recently, so he focused on breakfast again.

The restaurant in Liberty City already has a certain reputation, so it is not difficult. If the novelty of the breakfast is used to make the restaurant popular among the Reston nobles, more people will come to eat for lunch and dinner.

Richel cherished the opportunity Mrs. Elise was willing to give him.

After preparing half of the ingredients, the cooking speed was greatly accelerated. Richel added fillings to the dough in his hand, and folded the ends from the beginning to the left and right. When they were all closed, the borders were symmetrical, forming beautiful folds on the left and right, and the fat head was pointed. At the end, a round dumpling in the shape of a willow leaf appeared.

It looks more delicate and beautiful than ordinary dumplings, I believe many ladies will like it.

At the same time, he also prepared pan-fried buns and crepe wontons.

The crepe ravioli is a little different from the ravioli he sold in the past.Although they are all wontons, they are more particular about the ingredients and dough.

The wild pork is beaten into mud by hand, and a small amount of water is added in several times, and stirred into a gelatinous state, and then fresh diced shrimp is added to make the taste richer.

The dough needs to be thinner and more translucent than before, so it is difficult to roll it out in advance. Richel took out the dough and rolled it directly on the clean table.

At the beginning, it was still the usual rolling method. When it got bigger and bigger, he rolled the dough in the rolling pin, took off the rolling pin, pressed it on the dough roll, rolled it several times, spread the dough, and rolled it on the other side.

This job requires meticulous patience and years of pastry.Adrian was still watching the steamed dumplings by the stove, so he got closer unconsciously.When Richel started cutting irregular corners, there were more people around unknowingly.

A cook was holding the necks of three geese that had just been slaughtered. Seeing him looking over, she smiled awkwardly: "It's the first time I've seen such white and fine flour, is it wheat flour?"

"That's the way flour is in Liberty City."

"Really? It's really unexpected." The surrounding maids looked in disbelief.

They have their own arrogance, the center of the mainland, a transportation and trade hub, countless spices, and unheard of exotic ingredients can make outsiders feel ashamed.

They think that the flour is the best, and the bread of other places is something that can only be swallowed by the throats of the lowest people.

"If you don't believe me, smell the fragrance to find a beautiful woman. In the end, the fragrance can take you to the mysterious hotel and restaurant." Richel spread the dough a little, cut off the irregular corners, "Just spend one silver coin, and I will take you right away." Travel to Liberty City, spend five silver coins, let you eat the most delicious food in Liberty City."

"It's a bit extravagant." They only earn seven silver coins a month, which is already better than many people.

Richel smiled and didn't care, except that the lobby on the first floor was open to ordinary civilians in the City of Liberty, and the upper floors were aimed at upper-middle-class people with certain spending power.

He opened the discarded dough at the corners, and there were slightly dull patterns on the wooden table.Even through the skin, it can still be seen very clearly.

"Can the dough be rolled like this?" The cook put the goose on the table, picked up the dough, and could see the color of her fingertips, "As long as you do it like this, you can make it like this without breaking it?"

"The dough is almost magical in your hands."

"Where there is any magic, it all depends on practice." Richel cut the dough into small squares, made a hollow in the palm of his hand, added the stuffing, pushed and pressed, and contracted his four fingers. When placed on the chopping board, it was different from the usual Round, but a square shape.

Everyone was so crowded that they couldn't bear to take a step away.

Richer was proficient in his hands and moved quickly. In the blink of an eye, he had wrapped more than thirty wontons. When he fished out his eyes, he suddenly saw the big fat goose that the cook put on the dining table.

"That..." Richel rubbed his hands, smiled and looked at the cook.

Not long after, the big goose was successfully peeled and oiled, and the boiled oil was cooled in water.

The honey-colored thick goose oil is slowly poured into the flour, kneaded into a pastry, and water and goose oil are added to the flour to make a water-oil skin, wrap the pastry, and roll it out again.

Brush a layer of goose fat on the dough, sprinkle with a thick layer of pine nuts and a little salt.The pine nuts are deep-fried until golden and crushed into coarse grains. Before the pastry is ready, you can already smell the rich aroma and burnt of the nuts.

Richel cut the bread into four-finger-wide long strips, stacked them together, cut them horizontally and quickly, and stretched them to both sides. The burnt yellow pine nuts and white dough gradually blended together from distinct colors.

Make another thin piece of dough, wrap it, seal it, cut it into two to three-finger pieces, decorate the surface with a few small and complete pine nuts to form flowers, and steam it in a cage.

There were only a few snacks on the expensive porcelain plates in front of everyone. Mrs. Alice and her friends sat around and looked at the food in front of them in amazement.

"It's really special." It's just the shape, which they have never seen before.

"It smells so good." Another lady said, "I already regret sitting here with a heavy stomach."

"Boss Richel knows that we haven't cooked too much since we finished lunch. Just take a few sips. If you are not satisfied, please give me your opinion and I will convey it to him." Mrs. Elise said confidently, and took the lead in picking up the chopsticks.

The rest of the people held the spoon hesitantly. Seeing how flexible her hands were, they were immediately attracted by this novel way of eating.

Mrs. Elise proudly introduced them, and told them that Richel would hold a training course in Reston, and they could sign up for it.

"This boss is really powerful."

"Try the taste first, it looks so strange, I don't know how it tastes yet." The lady who refuted Richel just now said.

The ladies began their meal gracefully.

Dumplings, pan-fried buns, each of which is only four small, and I still can't get enough of it after eating it.

"It's really too little."

"Businessmen are always very shrewd, hanging our appetite." The lady said.

"Just now you were talking full." Mrs. Alice showed a teasing expression.

When his mouth felt a little dry, Richel's wontons came to the table.

There are five exquisite wontons in a white porcelain bowl, looming among scattered dried shrimps and shredded golden egg skins.

Leaving aside the embellished green onions, the skin is so thin that it is more transparent than gauze, like jellyfish in the sea, gradually stretching with the stirring of the spoon.

Fat pale pink pork is the protagonist of this bowl of soup, constantly attracting their attention.Bite down, the skin is so soft that you can hardly taste it. There is only the tenderness of pork and the chewiness of shrimp in your mouth.

"It's really too little." Everyone sighed, "It's not enough to eat."

While eating wontons, Richel came to the courtyard with his last snack.

"Pine goose oil roll."