Octopus Online Feeding Guide

The ad was obviously well-received.

Although the upper class nobles would not condescend to eat common people's food, the people from the outer city and some of the middle city alone had already brought a large number of customers to Richel's restaurant.

Richel needs to make an appointment for them, he can only handle thirty at most in a day, and it's still the same method.

However, there are still an endless stream of people making reservations. In just half a month, except for fasting days, chicken and duck reservations have been scheduled for four months, and fasting days for fish have been scheduled for half a year.

People in this neighborhood can't wait to put chickens and ducks here every few days. People in other neighborhoods think it's very novel. Come here to eat two bowls of noodles, eat a few buns, and watch them. dissatisfied.

Such a delicious thing, how can you only make thirty of them in one day.

Gradually, the supply of livestock on the farms outside the city began to fall short of demand, especially chickens and ducks. At one point, dozens of people gathered around Mrs. Bernard's door, asking her to raise a batch.

"I don't know magic, how can I supply all the chickens and ducks in a city." When Richel came to place an order, Mrs. Bernard complained to him.

"What about the other farms outside the city?"

"The chickens and ducks are almost sold, and now they want to go to the forest to catch game. It has never happened before. Just after I dreamed of you, I am ashamed to say, I dreamed of you dancing." ’ Madame Bernard was out of breath laughing, and flushed.

"I heard that there is a restaurant opened by a magician in the city. When things enter and leave, they completely change their appearance. My neighbor said that after eating once, her tongue began to crave the taste of the table of the nobles. Listen Said that the delicacy is called...oil...chicken"

"Soy Sauce Chicken."

"That's right, that's the name," Mrs. Bernard suddenly responded, "Why is it exactly the same as you sang in my dream, you love me, I love you, soy sauce chicken in hotels and restaurants." Now anyone can hum a few words .

"That's the restaurant I opened," Richel felt more and more ashamed of the publicity, "The newest dishes are soy sauce chicken and braised duck."

"So you opened that magic restaurant!" Mrs. Bernard felt a sense of celebrity pride, "In the future, you come to my place to buy vegetables, and I will give you a discount."

Richel thanked, and said: "In the future, it is estimated that there will be more than vegetables, but also poultry, chicken, duck, geese, rabbit, beef, mutton, and pork. It would be even better."

"Then I will spend a lot of money, and there is a place." Mrs. Bernard disagrees with this idea, and will not take such a big step all at once, "I will raise chickens, ducks and rabbits in the near future, but I will give you the goods immediately , that is impossible, at least three months." It takes time to raise these animals.

"It's okay, I want to reach a long-term cooperative relationship with you, not just these few months."

"At that time, if no one wants the little things I have managed to raise, I will sell them all to you."

Bernard joked that there was also her worry. If it was just a fad, and no one would like to eat it later, the food consumed by poultry every day, as well as the artificial labor in the fields in the mountains, would be a huge sum. expenditure.

"Don't worry, they'll all like it." Richel laughed.

Now the supply of poultry is in short supply, and the price has skyrocketed, so many people have begun to follow the trend to breed in large quantities like farmers outside the city.

After a few months, the price will definitely be much lower than it is now, and he can come to the farm to purchase a batch by himself, make it into dishes and sell it, without having to do processing work.

By that time, his hotel and restaurant's reputation has already been established, and his restaurant is the best among the nearby chicken and duck places. It will not be so difficult for him to introduce new dishes, and some people will be willing to pay for it.

He settled the bill for the previous month, ordered another batch of grains, vegetables and eggs, and still asked Neil to deliver the goods to the restaurant every morning to ensure that the ingredients were the freshest.

Another morning full of energy.

Adrian sniffed the smell and slipped into the kitchen, exclaiming, "How can this bean stew be so fragrant?"

"It's the smell of time."

It takes at least half a year for soy sauce to be brewed. It was brewed just a few days before the house auction. He exposed the sauce to the sun and purified it. After boiling, two tanks of beans produced hundreds of catties of soy sauce, which can be cooked for a long time.When the soy sauce is finished, the soy sauce he brewed some time ago can be eaten again.

This kind of work is time-consuming and labor-intensive, but of course the food is delicious.

Only this one, no other branch.

"What are you doing?" Adrian saw at another stove, Jacob was stirring in the pot with a cloth towel tied on his forehead.

"Oysters are very expensive." He was surprised, he didn't expect Richel to have such a luxurious day, and he actually cooked a whole pot, "I remember that I performed very well last night, if you make it up... my dear, Don't feel inferior, early..."

"Shut up!" Richel's mouth twitched, his face flushed, and he pretended to be calm while pouring beer into the pot and said, "That's used to make oyster sauce, you...you...you don't need to eat it. "

After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't even need to eat!"

"I've received your encouragement." Adrian couldn't stand the heat here, so he went out of the kitchen and looked at him from the window of the yard again, "Don't be shy, what's the difference between discussing these and eating."

"Can you stop speaking so naturally." Richel blushed even more.

"Why not, I like you, of course you have to say it, if you have any dissatisfaction with me, also say it, so that we can understand each other better."

"What I'm most dissatisfied with is that your expression is too straightforward." Richel glared at him.

Adrian shut up obediently.

"The oysters are almost done, help Jacob strain the soup out of the pot."

Adrian complied obediently, and when he saw the soft and shrunken oysters, he felt sorry for Richel, "How much does this cost?" He now has a full understanding of money.

"Flat oysters are expensive, and I can't afford them. These are long oysters with a lot of sandy belly. They don't taste good when eaten raw, and they're much cheaper. They're just right for making oyster sauce."

"How on earth did you come up with these things." He always felt that this person was like an endless treasure, and there were always surprises waiting for him.

"It's just the same method." Richel poured the filtered soup back into the pot, and asked Jacob to keep stirring to prevent the pot from getting mushy. Wait until the soup in the pot finally became thick, and the color changed from the original limestone color When it turns brown, the oil is consumed and it is ready.

Richel took a sip, and the umami taste of the oysters was completely integrated into it.But the fishy smell of seafood is also much heavier than the oyster sauce he bought in the supermarket in his previous life.

There is no other way now, and it is impossible for him to go back to the era of his life to buy a few boxes of oyster sauce and send it over. He can only find a way to use other seasonings to remove the fishy smell when using it, so as to reflect the umami taste of the oyster sauce.

Next time, try to put some ginger or something like that while cooking to see if it can remove the fishy smell while cooking.Richel thought, putting the freshly boiled oyster sauce into the earthenware pot that was steamed, sterilized and dried in the pot.

"You can take out the signboard that sold fish balls before." Adrian touched his chin and said, "It's definitely genuine."

"Don't even think about it." This proposal was ruthlessly rejected by Richel, "Hang up a sign again and go to the door to promote it. Our newly made sweet noodle sauce is absolutely delicious for dipping roast duck, even if you don't put the duck in our place for processing, They can also buy our sauce."

"What sweet bean sauce?" How could he not know.

"It's being done."

This is aimed at those who do not want to spend dozens of copper coins and would rather cook their own barbecue at home.

"By the way, solve our own lunch problem."

Richel took a bowl, filled it with water, added four spoonfuls of soy sauce, two spoonfuls of oyster sauce, and one spoonful of flour, stirred well, put it into the pot and boiled it.Gradually, the soup in the pot became thicker, and he scooped up the sauce and put it back into the bowl.

This is a simple version of sweet noodle sauce. If it feels good after selling it for a few days, he will ferment the dough again, so that the sauce will be more fragrant.

The roast duck bought outside is roasting in the fire, and the whole kitchen is full of the smell of bacon. The roasting technique of the duck here is very good. This duck is roasted with charcoal. Fragrance, Richel didn't do much research on it, so he couldn't tell what kind of wood it was.

Richel rolled out thin pancakes, and baked them until they were golden on both sides of the pan. When he finished baking a stack of pancakes, the duck meat was also heated up and was bubbling with oil.

He cut thin slices of duck with a newly customized knife from Daban, and slowly rotated the iron rack so that every piece of duck meat was heated evenly, and the skin was roasted until the skin was crispy.

Spread a layer of freshly made sweet noodle sauce on the pancake, put the sliced ​​duck meat dipped in the sauce, and spread some shredded cucumbers and green onions on the top, stack them on three sides to make a roast duck roll.

Chelsea heard his voice, took the food in his hand, looked at it, and hesitated.

Richel took a bite. The bread was crispy, the duck meat was burnt, and the cucumber was refreshing. They tasted good. "What's wrong?"

"Don't eat it either. Uncooked green vegetables are poisonous."

It was the first time Richel had heard of such a thing, and thinking about it carefully, it seemed that people here liked to cook the green leafy vegetables very badly.

All he had seen before was that vegetables were mixed with other foods and boiled soft in a stew pot. He really had no other ideas.

Do you think raw vegetables can't be eaten?

"Then let me make something else for you." Richel took Chelsea's roast duck roll and stuffed it into his own mouth.

It's a pity that they can't eat such a delicious thing.

The next moment, Adrian snatched the roast duck roll from his hand, "They don't mind, I don't mind, you eat them all, if you die, you die together."

"How do you have the ability to eat a simple roast duck roll with a heroic feeling." Richel was speechless.

Lesni's scythe is ready to move, ready to harvest the souls of people as soon as they die.

Adrian snatched his broken knife, "Have you finished cutting the leeks?"

The skeleton nodded obediently, and a layer of ash fell off.

"Then go and chop the firewood."

The skeleton stared at him with black eyes, is this something that a human can say?This is a sickle, not a hatchet.

"Are you protesting?" A golden light flashed in Adrian Fei's cold eyes, and then disappeared immediately.

Lei Sini's heart trembled, the sickle could hardly be controlled, and he quickly hugged it to chop wood.

"Raw plants taste weird." Adrian frowned, "the taste is not as good as cooked."

"If it's really poisonous, how dare you put it in your mouth." Richel said with a smile, "You don't really want to die in love with me, do you?" Is their relationship so good?

"You are a chef, I have confidence in your professionalism."

"I love hearing that."

Richel and Adrian were chatting and eating roast duck rolls. Seeing that the two of them were always doing well, Chelsea smelled the aroma and was eager to try it.

"Oh, my stomach hurts!" Richel suddenly exclaimed.

Adrian panicked, quickly dropped the roast duck roll in his hand, hugged him and rushed out.

Chelsea's terrified "God" was still lingering in his ears, and the next moment, Richel saw himself in the air.

"Wait." Seeing Adrian running forward non-stop, Richer hurriedly said, "I'm fine, you put me down."

"Don't move." Adrian's face was solemn, and he arrived at the entrance of a pharmacy in an instant, not forgetting to comfort him, "Be patient, you will be fine soon."

"I was just joking," he explained, "to cheat Chelsea." He felt guilty for making such a fuss.

Adrian didn't listen to him at all, kicked the door down, and walked in with him in his arms.

"It's really fine." Who would have thought that this person would be so worried, "Didn't you also eat, and you are still standing here at this moment."

"I'm a devil!" Adrian roared with a fierce look on his face, "And you are just a fragile..."

"Jingling, bang, bang—"

The apothecary fell off the couch, shattered everything around him, and hit his head with a sword on the wall.

The skinny fingers fumbled for a long time, until Richer kindly tilted his hat up a little, and some light came back to his eyes.

He immediately covered his eyes and shouted, "I'm an upright person, I didn't see anything, let alone hear anything."

Richel: ...Your words have revealed a lot of information.