Octopus Online Feeding Guide

"Why should I trust you, beggar?"

"You have to wait to drink Igna's medicine, as if I didn't tell you."

Richel stretched and was about to leave, but the fat woman hurriedly called out, "Wait, I have the carriage."

The fat woman originally came to the city to sell farm specialties. There were baskets of apples on the carriage. She lifted the cloth and asked, "Is this kind okay?"

Richel picked up one and took a bite, nodded, and said to Igna, "If I cure her, can you sell me the medicine for fever?"

Igna tugged at the neckline, but didn't move, and responded coldly.

Richel taught the fat woman, "You can steam the apples and eat them together with the skin, which can effectively relieve the symptoms of diarrhea."

"Steamed?"

"That's right." Richel didn't know what was wrong with this. He finished an apple in two or three bites, feeling that there was more food in his stomach, and his energy improved a lot. "You don't need to put other things, just steam it and eat it directly."

The fat woman asked blankly, "How to steam?"

Richel suspected that her husband was cooking at her house. Are these two words difficult to understand?

"It's just a pot with water in it, and an iron shelf on it, put the apples on a plate and steam them." He gestured.

The fat woman was skeptical, "Is it familiar like this?"

Richel felt that she was messing around, and he was in urgent need of medicine, so he said patiently: "Go back and ask your husband, he will know."

The fat woman's face darkened, "I've never heard what you said, let alone a man."

Richel was surprised: "Have you never heard of this simple cooking technique?!"

"Just put it in the pot and stew it." Several people onlookers suggested, "What is steaming?"

Listening to everyone talking about it, Richel really believed that they didn't know how to steam things.

He borrowed a charcoal stove and a small pot from the salted fish shop next door, added water, lit the fire, washed the apples, removed the cores, and when the water boiled, cut the apples vertically into petals, made them into flowers, and placed them on a plate. pot.

The people around were stunned.

"How can things be cooked through water?"

"You can eat an apple raw, so why not worry about it being unripe?"

"If you can eat raw, why cook it?"

People are not only surprised by "steaming" things, but also by cooking apples.

"This beggar is not cheating."

"We'll see how he ends later."

"Okay, it's almost time." Estimating about 10 minutes in his heart, Richel opened the lid of the small pot, and a mist rose in front of his eyes. The fragrance of apples drifted around with the white mist, and a yellow flower floated in the water. Standing slowly, it is a pile of petals made of apples.

The onlookers sniffed and said, "It tastes better than eating it directly."

With his own rags on his hands, Richer took the plate out of the pot and asked the fat woman to eat it while it was hot.

The fat woman was dubious, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.Originally, she planned to take this as medicine, but she didn't expect that the steamed apple tasted good.It is crisp when raw, but now it is sweet and soft when cooked, with a special flavor.

"Is this thing a cure?" She wondered, but that didn't stop her from putting the apple in her mouth.Not long after, all the steamed apples on a plate went into her stomach.

It was warm, and the pain and defecation seemed to have eased a lot.

Everyone gathered in front of the two shops to watch the excitement, waiting for the steamed apples to have a miraculous effect. When they got bored, they went to the salted fish shop and bought two salted fish for dinner.The boss was very happy, and secretly gave Richel two fish, and told him: If you come to MLM in the future, remember to set up the stall at the entrance of their shop.

The "MLM leader" Richel holding the salted fish:? ?

Time passed bit by bit, the fat woman was still yelling, but after eating the steamed apple, she felt that the heart-wrenching pain gradually eased, and her body slowly returned to normal.

The body pain is gone, and people are more energetic. The fat woman patted him on the shoulder excitedly, "What kind of magic are you using? You don't need to drink the pharmacist's potion to heal the disease."

"I'm not a magician, nor a pharmacist, I'm a cook." Richel explained helplessly, and he had already emphasized it many times.

The onlookers seemed to have seen an incredible performance, and applauded one after another, and the crowd dispersed. Richel approached the pharmacist Igna and said, "I'm sick and I need medicine urgently. Can I sell it to you at a normal price?" I?"

Igna, who had just rescued the collar from the fat woman, raised his head proudly, "Follow me."

Richel had a severe high fever, and if he continued like this, he would never doubt that his brain would be burnt out.

Igna's pale and slender fingers casually scanned the bellies of bottles of different colors on the shelf, and finally settled on the gray medicine bottle.

"Hey, I'll take it." Seeing that he was about to throw the bottle again, Richel hurried forward to catch it.If it broke, he would be a real fool.

Before drinking, reason still gave him a hand, "How much does this... cost?"

One hundred thousand gold coins, if he doesn't eat or drink for the rest of his life, he probably won't be able to get them together.

Igna shook his hands coldly, "Get out after drinking."

Richel drank the potion in one gulp, swallowing too quickly, and couldn't help hiccupping after drinking.He had just put down the bottle, and he could obviously feel that his body was much lighter, his head was not dizzy, his body was not cold, and he was very active.

Farewell to eccentric Igna, thinking that he must never get sick in the future, and he will have to lose his life if he enters this store again.

Outside the door, the fat woman was still chatting with a few people eating melons, when she saw Richel come out, she hurriedly called him over.

Richel just happened to have something to discuss with her.

"I'm Mrs. Bernard." The fat woman introduced herself. "These are two young men who work on my farm."

In front of me, a tall man and a short man, both very thin, wearing cowhide hats and shirts, like two scarecrows erected in the field.

"Young man, I think you have a bright mind, and your family is poor. Do you want to work on our farm, just like them?"

"There are two silver coins every month." The tall and thin man said excitedly.

Richel thought for a while, but still shook his head, "I am a chef. This has always been my dream and my profession, and I will not change it. If possible, Mrs. Bernard, I would like to buy some black wheat flour."

When it came to business, Mrs. Bernard showed the shrewdness of a businessman in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Yes, as much as you want, I will sell it to you at the lowest price in the market."

"Two pounds."

He has inquired that only the rich can afford fine wheat flour in this world, and ordinary civilians basically eat coarser oat flour and rye flour, and he has not seen wheat flour.

If it is poorer, such as people in their slums, the inferior flour mixed with bran is also mixed with leaves, insects and pebbles, and the bread made is a combination of meat and vegetables, with balanced nutrition, and it is guaranteed to eat the first meal. Toothless for a second meal.

A pound is rounded up to a catty, and a catty of rye flour costs two copper coins. If you buy two catties, there are three copper coins left, and he can do other things.

Now that he has dried salted fish, he can make whole grain steamed stuffed buns filled with salted fish.

"I thought it was only two pounds, and I gave it to you." Mrs. Bernard said straightforwardly, "You are really an eye-opener today, and you steamed the ingredients. Did you come up with this idea?"

Richel shook his head. To trace the origin, he had to find his ancestors.

The clerk quickly weighed the flour for him. Before leaving, Richel also asked for the address of Mrs. Bernard's farm. He thought that if he wanted to buy in the future, it would be better than someone he didn't know well. He liked this lady very much. of.

Unexpectedly, he had four extra copper coins in spare money, so Richel went to the tailor shop to cut a gauze cloth, and went to the market to buy a small bag of salt for one copper coin. Lull borrowed thirty copper coins to buy some bowls and baskets, cutting boards, knives, and became a poor man again.

He had rummaged through his house before and found a pile of broken coals, and found a chipped kettle in a pile of blackened and moldy rags. The kettle was hung on a horizontal iron frame, and a pile of burnt coals underneath Ashes, that is to say, he still needs to borrow the stove to cook.

Fortunately, Nar's family had spare worn-out stoves and pots, and he generously lent them to him, and even cleaned them for him. Richel felt sorry and gave him half a piece of salted fish.

"Where did you come from, this fish?" Gnar was surprised, the tip of his nose was filled with the fresh smell of salted fish, and he kept swallowing.

"The reward I got for helping someone." Richel smiled, and walked back with his things in his arms. "Thank you for the stove and pot, which have helped me a lot."

It is now summer in Kelexi Continent. If you want to talk about fermentation, it is still very simple.

The slums where they are located are famous slums with dilapidated houses, sewage, and gathering places of beggars and thieves.The orcs with slightly harder fists run rampant here, charging protection fees indiscriminately.

In order not to be regarded as a different kind by the people around him, and to avoid encountering bully orcs, the next day, he simply found a small two-wheeled cart and spent half a day moving things out of the city to the creek next to the forest.

Seeing that there were no other creatures here, he began to take off his clothes with confidence.

There is no way, he is too dirty, and there is a faint strange smell, which does not seem to be smelly, but it can't be said, no one can bear this kind of self, since they are all here, it is not too late to take a bath first .

He fell into the water with a "plop", and he could see with the naked eye that black dirt on his body had melted into the water, drifted away, and blended with the streaks of sunlight in the water.

Does this person never take a bath...

After rubbing it vigorously, the dirt faded away, and Richel found that he was quite white. After washing vigorously again, he found that he no longer recognized the reflection in the water.

Is this...washed and faded?

Has anyone ever heard that bathing is equal to cosmetic surgery?

The person in the reflection has red lips, white teeth, high nose bridge, thick black and soft hair, big chocolate eyes, and even the jaw line is clear and perfect.

If he had grown up like this in his previous life, why would he have been single for 30 years.

Tears come out.

After a happy swim, he reluctantly went ashore, rubbed his clothes in the stream and put them on the nearby rocks to dry.

Wearing shorts, he went upstream to catch water from the creek. The water in the stream was especially sweet and refreshing, much better than the place where he used to live.

While adding water, he kneaded the dough with his hands in the basin. When they became flocculent, he stopped adding water and started kneading the dough until it was smooth, covered it with a wet gauze, and began to rest the dough.

Waking up and fermenting takes time, and Richel started wandering around the area in a bored manner, but unexpectedly, he found a lot of good things.

There were wild vegetables on the grass. He had seen them in Gnar’s kitchen. They had big leaves and small stalks. Submerging the figure in the black bubbling bubbles, it was a waste of money.

Going further, at the foot of the tree roots deep in the forest, several groups of fresh mushrooms are growing there in a naive manner.

Humming a song, he excitedly brought all these back to the stream, washed and chopped vegetables, and after a busy work, the noodles were almost fermented.

The conditions and venues are limited, and he doesn't expect too much. He kneaded the dough at will, pulled it into more than 30 average-sized dough pieces, and then stretched it into a roughly uniform dough cake with his hands, wrapped it with stuffing, folded it, and closed it. , a steamed bun is completed.

Rye flour is not as tough as wheat flour and doesn't take as long to ferment.But he tried his best to make the skin as thin as possible and filled it with the most fillings, so that the skin of the buns would not feel hard when eaten, and the fillings would be full.

Turn on the fire, boil the water, put it on the pot, and steam for more than 20 minutes on high heat. When the pot is turned on again, the unique smell of rye has been permeated around.

The strong wheat flavor is more fragrant and mellow than ordinary wheat, and it tastes stronger than wheat buns.Of course, Richel couldn't bear to eat them, as they were all sold for money.

At sunset, Richel put on his clothes, pushed the stove home on a trolley, and carried a basket to sell the fruits of today's hard work.