Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Adrian lay on a chair in the hotel alone, thinking about life, and rubbed his sore waist by the way.

It must have been smashed green.He was thinking resentfully, and yelled at someone sitting at the opposite counter: "You have a violent temper, and only I can bear you. Don't forget that I am the great pirate who once ruled the entire Xiyu Jiahai."

"Do you still want to eat fish balls?"

The angry red hair shrank in an instant and died down, "One more bowl."

"I didn't hear that, you go find something that can make a man last."

"What I said is not wrong. Of course, such a delicious thing should be eaten for a long time." Adrian said confidently, "It's just that women and children are not mentioned."

"What about 'wake up the hunger, be yourself'?"

"It's so fragrant, even a stomach that isn't hungry will feel hungry after smelling it."

Richel gritted his teeth, "So we thought it was wrong?"

Adrian nodded approvingly, "I'm very pure...my fish balls..."

Richel took back the fish balls he brought, and Adrian lay down on the chair dejectedly.

Chelsea, who was holding the wine bottle behind the counter, watched the two quarreling for a moment. Seeing that Adrian had stopped arguing, he moved the wine glass in his hand and poured the wine into his mouth.

Richel sat back on the high chair on the counter and asked her: "Boss, what do you think of this? I will rent the lobby of the hotel and pay you some money a month. I will buy some tables and chairs and arrange it in an ordinary way." Do you think it looks like a small restaurant?"

Although he has a place to cook food, he can only sell it on the street. Not to mention the trouble, customers can only squat outside the hotel to eat. When there are too many people during the day, the narrow streets and alleys are blocked.

This can create a sense of bestseller and attract others to buy it, but it is too inconvenient.

If it was him, after the other competitors came out, if there was a better dining environment, he would definitely go back to that one.

Opening a restaurant is not only a matter of competing for the variety and taste of the dishes, but also the environmental hygiene of the restaurant, etc. There are many issues to consider.

Chelsea glanced vaguely at the person lying on the fireplace, and said, "Take it and use it, you don't need to buy tables and chairs, there is a table and a chair next to each bed in the hotel, both of which are of the best quality." Black walnut, you can just move a dozen tables or so."

After all, this lobby is not too big.

Richel looked over in surprise, "Thank you so much, how much is the monthly rent?"

"No, just clean it up." She yawned sleepily.

"No," Richel felt really guilty in his heart, "You kindly took me in and gave me a place to live. I used your kitchen, and now I have to trouble you to rent the lobby to me, but I can't just say no money. Such words."

Chelsea waved her hand impatiently, "Anyway, no one came. That old hag, Geshan, slandered my hotel like a man-eating devil's lair. No one would dare to come in."

"Then what do you live on? Your ancestral family property?" Richel asked the question that he had been perplexed for a long time. During the day, he hardly saw anyone, and only saw her sitting at the counter drinking at night. If he hadn't come, the kitchen would have been deserted. Yes, he doesn't even know what this man eats and how he makes money.

"dream."

Richel blinked with a dazed expression, obviously asking her carefully how to swear.

"I actually found out that there are people as shallow and ignorant as you on the continent of Kelexi. Haven't you heard of the name Dream Eater Witch?"

He shook his head.

Chelsea's weak and boneless hands were folded together, with a square face on it, "As long as you stay in this hotel and you have a good dream at night, I will enter your dream and take your dream Rolled away, woven into gourmet food, that’s what I do for a living.”

Richel felt a little mysterious, and pointed to himself, "Why didn't I dream of you?"

"Are you dreaming?" Chelsea said disgustedly, "I sleep like a dead pig every day."

He touched the back of his head embarrassingly, his smile gradually faded, and he asked worriedly: "Then no one is coming to the hotel now, what should you do? You won't starve to death, will you?"

"No," Chelsea leaned lazily on the back of the chair, "drunk, dreaming for yourself, or going to someone else's house, children are the easiest to dream, but it's a little troublesome, and you have to go out."

She had always hated going out, day or night.

Seeing her take another sip of wine, Richel patted his forehead, "The crabs in the pot should be steamed, I'll bring them to you to eat."

No one eats the crabs here, each one is big, the steamer is not ready, Richer only steamed a pot of twenty or so crabs for dinner for the three of them, and kept the rest in the small pond in the yard, Waiting to cook tomorrow.

Minced shallots, ginger, and garlic, put them into a bowl, poured in a little hot oil, the flavor of the dipping sauce was stimulated, added vinegar and wine, he brought out the dipping sauce and steaming crabs, and put them on the counter. Greeting people, the person by the fireplace immediately came smelling the scent with vigor.

"Didn't you say that your back hurts so much that you can't stand up?" Richel gave him a sideways look and slapped his hands away.

"So you need to eat more delicious food." Adrian took a deep breath, and when he saw a pile of steamed swimming crabs, he suddenly lost interest, "It takes a long time to peel this stuff, and in the end, you can only eat a little meat , I will have diarrhea afterwards, which is more effective than the pharmacist's laxative."

"Then sit on the side and watch us eat." Richer pushed the people aside, and introduced to Chelsea enthusiastically: "Because crabs are cold in nature, eating too much tends to cause stomach upset. If you pair it with wine, it can just neutralize the cold. Naturally there will be no diarrhea."

His eyes skipped over the wine bottles on the wine rack behind Chelsea, and he said disappointedly: "I don't have a deep research on wine. In our place, crabs are usually served with rice wine. Obviously, there is no such wine here."

Chelsea smiled heartily: "Coincidentally, I grew up soaked in a wine glass."

She took the bottles of wine from the small shelf, lined them up, arranged the napkins, and Richel put the crabs on her plate.

In front of his desk, there was already a pair of chopsticks and a pair of scissors that he found from nowhere.

"People in our country have a deep research on eating crabs. Eating crabs is not only because of its delicious meat, but also how to dissect the shell step by step. This process is also extremely enjoyable."

It is true that delicious food can satisfy one's hunger, but how to make delicious food please oneself while satisfying one's hunger is the key.

Whether it is the process of peeling crabs or removing crab roe and crab meat, you can taste the last delicacy.

"It's just that I'm too full and have nothing to do." Adrian curled his lips and looked at him with his head propped up.

At this time, Richel looked like an elegant nobleman, with a confident and indifferent smile on his face, holding the crab's body calmly, twisting the crab's claws with one hand a few times, and then removing the claws. He snorted coldly and said, "The food has been cooked by you all just to fill you up. It's really too wasteful."

After removing the small tongs, he picked out the meat from the crab tongs with a chopstick and put it into his mouth.

There is no dipping sauce, just put it in your mouth, the soft and elastic meat has a hint of sweetness and the unique umami taste of seafood, and it flows between the teeth, which is simply irresistible.

"The chef's hand is not just to satisfy the greed in our stomach. It is to make each food show its own unique taste, achieve the best match with other food, and bloom in our hands, so that It will not disappoint every ingredient."

Chelsea thought about it again and again, such delicious crab meat is really not enough to fit between the teeth.

After eating the large tongs, put the small tongs back and set them aside.Richel cut off the crab's legs, removed the joints, poked the crab from the bottom up with the chopsticks, picked out the white and tender crab meat with a silky red color, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth. Chelsea also followed his example. Dip the crab meat in the sauce, the spicy taste of onion and ginger explodes on the tip of the tongue, and the light aroma of the wine and the sour taste of the vinegar, combined with the deliciousness of the crab meat, it is incomparably blended and perfect.

Open the crab cover, pour some ginger vinegar sauce with a spoon, dig it out, a spoon full of crab roe is thick and liquid, eat it in your mouth with satisfaction, and the delicious taste fills your stomach from your mouth, giving you a full enjoyment.

Spit out the crab stomach, put the crab's heart, lungs and gills into the crab cover, break the crab body in half, put it in your mouth, and suck the crab meat and crab roe carefully.

Cut the finished crab body into small pieces and put them into the crab cover together.Richel picked up the first cut crab joint, and his dexterous tongue was unwilling to let go of the crab meat in the gap.After eating, put them into the crab shell and turn them over.

A crab with two pincers and a body with eight legs was perfectly placed on the plate.

After wiping his mouth, Richel took a sip of the wine, shook his head and said, "It's not strong enough, it doesn't hit your head."

Adrian and Chelsea watched the whole process dumbfounded, feeling that what the person beside them was eating was not a crab, but the top delicacy at the king's table.

This is not eating crabs, but eating art, and every movement attracts their attention.

Chelsea looked at her plate again. The whole scene was a small corpse scene, and she could only silently dump the crab shells into the trash can.

Richel pried open another crab, picked up the crab roe with chopsticks, dipped it into the dipping sauce in the bowl, and put it into his mouth.

Seeing how easily he used two small wooden sticks, Chelsea imitated him clumsily, couldn't use the chopsticks for a long time, so she simply took out the magic wand, cast a spell, the chopsticks were fighting in the air, and threw the magic wand aside in frustration .

"Looks like I'm going to invent a spell that uses chopsticks." Chelsea said in a gruff voice. Just as she finished speaking, a chopstick of crab meat was placed near her mouth. Richel looked at her with a smile: "This These are unused chopsticks, honorable owner, please taste them."

Dabing blushed with a thin blush, and was immediately suppressed. Chelsea hesitated, and stretched out his mouth to eat the white crab meat.

"Lovely Richel, your honorable fiancé also needs it." Adrian opened his mouth and begged for food.

"Get out of here." Richer pushed him away expressionlessly.

Chelsea poured him another drink, "This one is stronger, try it."

Richel took a sip and stuck out his tongue, feeling a little overwhelmed, "It's too strong, it dilutes the taste of the crab."

After changing more than a dozen kinds of wine in this way, Richel blushed, half of his body hung on the wine bottle, and said, "This wine seems to be suitable for cooking wine."

"This is brandy, how about it? It tastes good, I brewed it myself." Chelsea took a sip gracefully, and the face that looked like ordinary people was a little more delicate.

"It's cooking wine, cooking wine, save it." Richel hugged the bottle heavily and kissed, excitedly said: "Being cooking wine."

Chelsea couldn't even understand his muttering, Adrian looked at him with a headache, and wanted to pull the brandy bottle out of his arms, but Richel grabbed it tightly: "Don't take my seasoning."

"It's enough for you to hold me to sleep."

Chelsea: "..."

Richel refused to let go, Adrian scratched his hair in embarrassment, one arm quietly squeezed in from the gap between the wine bottle and his body, Richel wrinkled his nose, loosened his grip, scratched his chest, and hugged again At that time, it was already an arm and a foot.

Hooking the person to his side, Adrian pinched his nose and said in disgust, "I've only been drinking for a long time, and I'm so drunk."

This drink is worrying.

Carrying someone up the stairs, Chelsea's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Lord Adrian," she said with some hesitation on her face, "The great magician Isaac also made a request to me..."

"Witch," Adrian's cold words interrupted her before she finished speaking, "You'd better think clearly about your own strength."