Octopus Online Feeding Guide

"Is it here?" Adrian asked in a low voice.

"Well... a little more inside."

"It's a bit difficult to go inside." The sharp tentacles scratched the wall, "It will break."

"Come out." Richel frowned.

"I don't want to move anymore." Adrian sighed, closed his eyes comfortably, and completely stopped moving his antennae.

Richel grabbed one of his tentacles and pulled it out, his voice came out from the depths of his throat, "Hurry up..."

"Honey……"

"Why do you two have so much fun digging a wall?" Chelsea looked up with contempt.

"It's not him yet." Richer dragged the person to the corner of the wall, but unfortunately the person was too heavy to drag, panting, pointing at the wall and complaining: "After drawing the place where the window is to be cut, he Too tired to move, and he said he was the strongest pirate, obviously the laziest octopus."

As soon as the tentacles were retracted, Richel staggered, and were swept up together, just hitting Adrian's chest nestled in the corner.

Richer frantically wanted to get up, and the tentacles around him came alive, enveloping him tightly.

When she let go again, Chelsea saw that Richer's neckline was messed up, his face was flushed, and he almost couldn't stand still.

"What's wrong with you?" Chelsea wondered, "Are you sick?"

"No, nothing." Richel walked in in a panic.

Retaliation is definitely revenge for letting him sleep in the water tank last night.

"Jacob, I need your help here."

Jacob was the Cyclops, who was grinding flour at the moment. Hearing his call, he put down his work and ran over.

Richel hurriedly washed his face in the kitchen, waved the dripping water, and walked out of the kitchen. He saw Adrian diligently chiseling the wall with a stone hammer. In just a short while, he finished chiseling all the windows. , even the edges of the chisel are ground smooth.

The Cyclops said blankly, "I'm not needed here." He had no chance to help.

"Because Lord Adrian suddenly became energetic." Chelsea explained.

Adrian smiled towards the kitchen door with his head tilted and the corners of his mouth curled up. When he saw Richel with drops of water on his face, his wrists and feet curled up unconsciously.

"You've been working all morning, go and rest for a while." Richel patted Jacob on the shoulder friendly, telling him to go and rest first.

His eyes drifted wildly, he turned his head away from people, and lifted the wooden window that had been ordered by himself.

Adrian hooked up the window in his hand, "Leave this kind of heavy work to me, your body is weak now."

"Go away." Richel gritted his teeth and glared at him, then whispered, "There are others here, so be careful what you say."

"You're overreacting." Adrian put the lattice window on with a playful smile.

"Do you still want to have lunch?" Richel asked angrily.

The face under the red hair suddenly became serious, "Everything is up to Master Richer."

Day by day, Richer had nothing to do with this shameless guy.

On the wall of the main entrance, there was originally a small door in the middle, but Richer replaced it with three double-leaf wooden doors. Usually, you only need to open the middle one.

On both sides of the wooden door, there are two wooden windows, both of which are pasted with papyrus paper. This kind of paper is very thin, and it is easy to break when writing on it, but it is good for light transmission when made of window paper.

The whole lobby suddenly became much brighter.

The never-used fireplace was dismantled, the long walnut table before was moved upstairs, the reclining chair was moved to the side, a lantern was placed in each corner, and the smelly kerosene lamp on the top was also dismantled and replaced with a Several big lanterns.

The broken and moldy wallpaper was simply torn off, exposing the original rough texture of the rock, and rinsed off with water.

In response to Adrian's strong request on the front of the entrance, I bought a piece of kraft paper at a large price, with a nondescript map of the mainland of Klein drawn in ink, and pasted most of the wall from the side of the stairs to the side of the counter, leaving only Place the wooden table below.

But looking in from the outside, it looks a bit like an ink painting.

Twenty oak tables and chairs were arranged neatly, the stairway was blocked by a screen, two heads of Cyclops with different expressions were painted on the left and right sides of the coarse cloth curtain at the entrance of the kitchen, and a row of wooden signs hanging from thick ropes hung above the counter. , with the name of the dish written on it, and the wine placed on the wine rack inside is in a small clay pot, and the mouth is tied tightly with a rope.

Richel wove Chelsea a dream catcher out of twigs, rattan and twine feathers collected in the woods, and hung it next to the wine rack on the counter.

Chelsea heard that it was used by a certain tribe to filter dreams and give them beautiful dreams. She was so happy that she hugged him and kissed him, almost not being killed by Adrian's eyes.

The entire lobby has completely changed.

Richel took a shallow pottery pot, arranged the stones collected in the woods according to a certain appearance, pasted moss on them, stuffed some soil into the cracks of the stones, planted a sapling, and wrapped the rope around the stem to complete the certain appearance. radian.

"What is this?" Adrian leaned closer to watch him fiddle with it.

"Potted plants." Richel pointed to him, "If you make yourself smaller, here are mountain peaks, cliffs, and lonely trees on the mountain, which is very artistic."

Adrian blinked, he couldn't imagine.

Richel didn't expect him to understand, so he made some tiles and grass, and shrunk everything down, and the grass magnified and turned into a tree in a potted plant. Each tile was like a small world, each The world has its unique beauty.

It was a way for him to miss his hometown.

He put potted plants on the table and cabinet in the corner of the lobby as decorations. Jacob looked curiously at the small wooden barrel on the table and asked, "What is this?"

"There are chopsticks inside." Richel picked up one and introduced, "If you don't use chopsticks for Chinese food, you will lose your soul."

"Nobody's going to use it," Chelsea pointed out curtly. "I'd rather grab it than use it."

"You don't need to use chopsticks to eat buns and steamed buns, but it is obviously inappropriate to use a knife and fork or your hands when eating noodles or stir-fried vegetables."

Eating Chinese food without using chopsticks is a blasphemy against the dishes he cooks.

"What should be the name of the restaurant?" Richel stood at the entrance of the restaurant, the flag on the iron frame protruding from the entrance was torn off, and he didn't know what to hang on it.

"Ocean Lord Restaurant." Adrian said without hesitation.

"Sounds like a seafood restaurant."

"Great wine restaurant." Chelsea shook the wine in his hand.

"Sounds more like a tavern."

"The Hammer Restaurant."

"It will scare people away."

"Then what do you think?"

"I don't know." Richel was really at a loss for a name.

"You can call it whatever you cook," Chelsea said, "as long as I can eat what you cook every day."

"The requirements are really low." Richel no longer expected Chelsea to do anything, "but it's strange to call a Chinese restaurant."

"Medium? Then the Heart of the Continent Restaurant."

"Light of the Continent may be better."

"Wouldn't the light of humanity be better." Richer was speechless, "A small restaurant can't have such a big name."

After discussing for a long time, they finally decided to call it "hotel restaurant."

"Sleep while eating?" Adrian expressed doubts.

Richel explained: "This place was originally a hotel. If they get tired from eating, they can go to the second floor to rest. They are totally welcome."

Chelsea loves the name.

No matter what decision Richer made, Jacob supported him.

Three against one, the "hotel and restaurant" wins.

Richel non-stop went to Uncle Daban's to make a plaque and banner, but when he passed the tailor's shop, his foot slipped and he slipped in.

Now that the new store has opened and there are no firecrackers and lion dances, at least I have to have a new look on myself.

Richel looked around and stretched out his hand to touch the material of the fabric, and immediately there was a loud shout.

"Don't touch it, beggar." The shop owner said with a gloomy face. Seeing that he was in tatters, he wanted to drive people away directly.

In such hot weather, he suddenly felt a chill, which made people's hair stand on end.

As soon as he looked up, Adrian leaned loosely by the door, staring at him coldly.

The boss trembled and greeted him immediately.

Adrian nodded his chin calmly in the direction of Richel, the boss immediately understood, turned a corner, and enthusiastically stood beside Richel.

Richel didn't notice this, and after apologizing, he put down his hands and looked at each piece of fabric.

People here don't like too many patterns, basically they are simple black and white gray brown, turmeric, dark red and dark blue, and there are a few more gorgeous ones, bright green, brick red, goose yellow and light brown, all of which are embroidered with complicated gold The pattern looks like it should be a lady's clothing material.

He walked around and saw a lot of ready-made clothes hanging on the wall, including men's and women's robes, fat tops with tight pants, and black robes and white scarves with religious patterns.

He didn't see the kind of pink that Chelsea was wearing, and it also had lace patterns, obviously people from a different world from here.

Not only her, but also the entire hotel, the five-storey duplex, the expensive wooden furniture, and the old but beautiful wallpapers, all of which don't seem to exist in this place, which is really strange.

"Boss, I want to try on that suit." Richel saw a suit that didn't look so strange hanging on the wall.

A white shirt with a black coat on the outside. The long sleeves are puffed up and tightened as they go down. They are fastened with buttons at the wrists.

The top of the jacket is close-fitting and is fastened with grain buttons. On the waistline, another piece of fabric is made into a layer of shallow folds at the seam. The middle is open and hangs down to the knees.Underneath are dark brown leggings that frame his thin, straight legs.

"Put on a sword and a hat, and you'll be a young squire." Adrian laughed, his eyes lingering on him.

It was already difficult to conceal his handsomeness when he was wearing that rag before, but now he is tall and slender, more like a high-spirited noble boy.

Of course, it looks best without clothes on.Adrian thought shamelessly.

Richel is also very satisfied, but it is a bit hot, and he will definitely not wear so much in the future.

With a wave of his hand, he said, "Try that robe."

"Is there mine too?" Adrian was a little surprised.

"Yes, what does it look like dangling around naked all day." Richel pulled the man over, put on the shirt first, then the robe, and took out the white shirt collar from the black robe.

Richel took a closer look, if he was given a pair of glasses, he would look like a scum of a cultural ruffian.

Although in his eyes, this person is just stupid.

"We really match together." Adrian said happily, and kept adjusting the black robe on his body.

Richer ordered a few sets of clothes for the two of them in the style he wanted, and paid for them. Seeing him fumbling around happily, a hint of helplessness and amusedness flashed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and said, "Since then One hundred thousand gold coins will be deducted, remember it yourself."

Adrian's interest suddenly fell.

That's right, don't make this guy too proud.

After buying the clothes, the two brought back the urgently made plaques and flags, hung them at the door of the hotel, and hung a lantern in one corner.

There is no more ostentatious place in Drizzers Lane than this restaurant.

After remodeling the first floor and washing it with water again, Richel opened to welcome customers the next day.

Early in the morning, when it was daylight, Adrian was woken up by Richel and went downstairs to help.

"You go light the fire first."

Richel ordered that he knead the dough fermented the night before, prepare vegetables and seafood, and after a busy work, he saw someone curled up in the corner and fell asleep.

"What about fire?"

"Still shy." Adrian said with a yawn.

This is not a metaphor. Little Huo Miao hid behind the firewood and looked at him tremblingly.

He caught the flames in the upstairs fireplace.

"Work hard, spoil the food and throw you into the sea to feed the sharks."

The flames flickered for a while, and they resigned themselves to their fate. As soon as the sparks blew, flames arose in all eight large stoves.

A new day begins.