Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Jacob was hungry all day, and finally got Richel's meal the next day.

A group of people gathered around the walnut table, and even Hayle climbed up the chair shamelessly and sat beside Jacob, holding a soup spoon in his short, fat little hand, eager to try it.

"Aren't you our enemy?" Chelsea wondered.

"Everyone is a good comrade in arms when eating." Hayil licked his lips, eager to try.

When Richel brought the dishes to the table, the people in the circle were startled and all looked in one direction.

He took off the apron, put it on the back of the chair, and said with a smile, "You must be hungry. Today is a memorable day. I bought a lot of meat for everyone."

"Welcome me? You don't have to be so polite." Hayle said.

Richel didn't answer, and introduced them one by one: "Octopus balls, braised small octopus, deep-fried octopus roll, fried octopus in sauce, boiled octopus silk, fried vegetarian octopus, and octopus noodles."

He pointed to the last dish and looked at Adrian: "Because I'm in the courtship period, I ground the octopus sauce into scum."

A certain octopus silently rolled up its eight tentacles, picked up its chopsticks and moved towards one of the dishes.

What kind of octopus, he doesn't know, dry rice is more important.

"I said," Richer stopped his chopsticks with one hand, "is this something you can eat?"

Not allowed to eat?

Richel took out a plate of green vegetables with a smile, "Eat some of this, and reduce the fire."

Be vegetarian, Adrian picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth. He couldn't help but spit it out after chewing, "Bitter."

"Bitter melon is not bitter." Richel put the fried bitter melon in front of him, "Special treatment during special period, especially effective for people who are hot all over."

"Richer..."

"Take it for a month first, without discussing it."

Adrian had a bitter look on his face, he had never been wronged like this before.

Richel greeted everyone present: "Don't be dazed, eat it while it's hot."

How could Jacob think so much, he happily raised his chopsticks, but Hayer couldn't scoop it up with the spoon, and said anxiously: "You idiot, help me!"

Chelsea glanced at Adrian, carefully raised the chopsticks, and picked up the dishes in the distance.

Among these dishes, the octopus balls are the most popular. The skin is slightly crispy, and the inside is soft and hollow. The filling in the middle is boiled octopus meat and cabbage and onion. A sauce of soy sauce, wine and water.

Richel also specially went to the inner city to spend a lot of money to buy a pound of olive oil, put it in milk and eggs, and made it into a salad dressing. The light yellow thick sauce was poured twice on the brownish red sauce. , so that the meatballs are rich and sweet, neither soft nor hard, elastic and chewy, and they are quickly robbed.

Adrian stared gloomily at the plate, and Lesney and Lesney watched as they ate happily.

He also wants to eat octopus balls.

"Is the boss there? Is it open today?" Outside the door, the old Sisi was wearing a gray shirt and a rough pilled wool sweater.

He saw that there were no customers eating in the restaurant, so he just lingered at the door, turning his round eyes constantly, looking inside vigorously.

"Here we come." Richer responded loudly, put down his chopsticks, and warmly greeted him at the door, "Uncle Ceci, come and sit inside."

"I'm here to deliver the carriage," he grinned, patted the dust off his body, and entered the house, "By the way, eat here."

Richel and Jacob usually deal with it casually while making breakfast in the morning, while Chelsea and the others eat lunch and dinner, and the eating time is staggered during the peak hours. It is not lunch time yet, so he is considered early.

"What to eat?"

"Let's have a plate of fried vegetarian noodles. It must be more spicy. This taste is really exciting." Sisi took out his own bowl while pondering, "Don't worry, I'm going to bring back a leek egg dumpling, you first Go and see if the carriage satisfies you."

"I'll make fried noodles for you first." Richel looked around, and one of the tentacles next to him happened to be holding the apron he had just hung on the back of the chair, which was exactly what he was looking for.

He pulled it off, put it around his neck, tied a string behind his waist, and went to eat.

When passing by the kitchen door, Richel seemed to see the fuzzy mass of flesh and blood again, as well as the sticky feeling in his hands.

He resisted the urge of nausea and fear, and hurried into the kitchen.

It may take a while to get out.

Shred the pickled vegetables made of radish, shiitake mushrooms and turnips, add minced ginger and garlic and stir-fry in a pot until fragrant, add vegetables and boiled peas, add boiled noodles in cold water, add sauce Sauce and chili sauce for seasoning, stir fry evenly, put it out of the pan, sprinkle with a handful of small leek flowers, steam the dumplings in the pan, and then come out with fried noodles.

Outside, Sisi had unloaded the carriage, and Adrian and Chelsea were watching the carriage.

Seeing that the fried noodles were ready, Ceci didn't care about the place, and hurried into the lobby to sit down and eat the noodles.

Hand-made ramen has a thicker surface than machine-made ramen, and it is easier to hang the sauce. Pick up the noodles with chopsticks, blow off a little heat, and stuff them into your mouth. The taste is salty and fragrant, and the seafood clear soup is floating A few diced shallots, take a sip, and feel refreshed from the mouth to the stomach.

Richel also looked curiously at the carriage outside the door.

Beside the crude ox cart, the carriage looked very delicate.The exterior lines are simple and smooth, and the whole body is a low-key dark brown red.

Hayle was already sitting in the carriage, looking out through the empty window, Richel grabbed the brass handle on the door and opened it, there were two thick sofas facing each other on the left and right sides of the carriage, next to the big window between the sofas , is a small table of the same color.

Haier greeted the person who was buried in eating noodles, "You can help me make the same one, I also want this kind of soft chair." He sat there and didn't want to move his seat.

"This is not a chair." Sisi yelled from a distance while sitting on the seat, "It's a frame made of boards and strips."

The wool here is very cheap, and the poor can only afford this and linen.So Richel asked the store to make woolen cushions and cushions, which are soft and comfortable, and if winter comes, it will be absolutely warm to sit on.

Thinking of this, Richel ordered a lot of cushions for the restaurant, which were thinner than the ones used in his own carriage, and sitting on them would not freeze.

"We're taking a carriage, and we're going to distribute leaflets in the afternoon, will you join us later?"

"No." Hayle jumped up, he didn't want to stay in this narrow place with Adrian.

After paying the rest of the money, Richer hung up the custom-made wine-red thick cloth curtain, and there were copper hooks on both sides of the big window, which just hooked the curtain.

So satisfied.

Throughout noon, the restaurant was in full swing. Many people noticed the carriage parked outside and casually asked Chelsea at the counter.

They were all regular customers now, and they knew that the witch's ignorance was just because she was not awake, and they would occasionally greet her and talk to her.

Adrian brought two horses and put them on the reins and bridles. Richel saw it from the kitchen and asked in surprise, "How do you know what to buy?"

"I have helpers." As he said, the octopus grabbed the people around him.

The man had a light brown goatee on his chin, his hair was combed neatly behind his head, each strand was so shiny that it was meticulous, and he was wearing a neat shirt and a dark golden wide-brimmed coat, looking very decent.

"Who is this?" Richel asked strangely, lying on the edge of the window.

"Ugly Slug's personal servant, I heard it was trained by the current butler. But when he takes over, at least the big bronze bell on the top floor of the monastery will be dumb." Adrian searched a lot of things from his house.

The man placed his hands submissively at his sides, and slightly bent over to say hello, "Master Richel, I am Hastings, and from now on, I will be your family's groom."

"Groom?" Richel walked up and down a circle, such a talent, to be a groom is really overqualified.

"That... black... what is black?"

"Hastings." His thin face was respectful and humble.

"You're not suitable for this." Richel shook his head emotionally, he couldn't bury him, the groom and the butler, in terms of the status of servants, are very different, "Adrian, send him back, we Hire a groom."

There is a temporary groom here, and it only costs one or two hundred copper coins a day to hire him. He doesn't go out every day and find someone to do something.

Adrian looked at this man, "He's very nice, there's nothing wrong with him, why don't you like him?"

If the steward of the slug's house wasn't ugly, he would have dug that man in. That human being is very capable.

"It's just too perfect. Whose groom has this temperament." Richel said.

"Lord Richel, I have already been dismissed by the city lord. If you don't accept me here, then I won't be able to find a better job, because I haven't received a letter of recommendation from the city lord."

Richel was in a dilemma, thought for a while, and said: "You should stay here first, I will find time for Adrian to go to the Santo's Mansion and ask for one for you."

"Thank you, Lord Richel." Hastings bent down again, took Adrian's harness, and began to harness the carriage.

After seeing off the last group of lunch guests at noon, Richel changed out of the cooking clothes full of oily fumes, put on ordinary casual clothes, and set off for Midtown with a thick stack of leaflets.

The carriage started to move along the rough, potholed stone road. Richel brewed a pot of scented tea for himself, took a sip slowly, ate a piece of fried golden pumpkin pie, and looked out from the big window.

The new groom drove very steadily, the carriage only shook slightly, and the shops on the street passed by slowly.The rough stone slabs gradually become smoother and brighter, and the signboard hanging at the door of the store is also much newer.

"The carriage is too slow." Adrian leaned on the soft and comfortable seat opposite, and comfortably rolled up a piece of pumpkin pie, which was mixed with red beans transported from another continent, and Richel made it into a puree, adding With maltose, it is sweet and glutinous, a bit sticky to the teeth.

There are four squares in the Midtown. The one on the west side that is closer to their store is St. John's Square. In the middle of the square is a statue of St. John riding a horse and wielding a sword.

It is said that this person led fifty knights to resist the invasion of the dukes of the surrounding territories thousands of years ago, and defended Liberty City for three years, finally allowing Liberty City to become independent and become a special existence besides the eight major city-states.

"This person is the blue ugly slug." Adrian said disdainfully, "I used to have a relationship with the duke who was buried long ago, and then the two broke up, so I wanted to live alone."

Richel asked a question he'd wanted to ask a long time ago, "Is he a man or a woman?"

The appearance of a human being looks very girly, and when it turns into a slug, it has a masculine voice, which sounds very masculine.

"He turned into a human being. He can be male or female, old or young. He changes every few decades, so as not to be discovered as a monster."

"Isn't he an orc?"

"Do orcs have a complete human appearance, or a complete animal form?" Adrian asked back, with a little pity in his eyes, "Darling, I sometimes find that you are not as good as some basic common sense on the mainland." I know more."

Richel coughed awkwardly, got out of the carriage with a stack of papyrus, and went to a shady place to distribute leaflets.

Adrian and Hastings also handed out leaflets in another corner of the square.

In order to save trouble and avoid wasting paper, Adrian omitted the words on it if he could. He knew what it meant, but the person who received the leaflet was at a loss.

"On the morning of 11.23, see you at St. John's Statue Square in Midtown?" A lady wearing a bicorne hat received the flyer, and unconsciously read the elegant cursive characters on it.

The semi-circular veil made of linen hangs down with her lowered head. She is afraid that she can't see clearly, so she lifts it to look at it.

That's exactly what it says.

"Is this... asking her out for a tryst?" The lady glanced at Hastings not far away. He was tall and slender, with a serious and abstinent face, and he was seriously and mechanically handing out the leaflets in his hand.

Oh, and that mustache on the chin is so damn charming.

The lady blushed, carefully folded the flyer, tidied up her face, and left solemnly.

There are many fabric shops and flower shops and goldware shops around the square. Taking advantage of the cool autumn, when many people went out to shop, they received leaflets in their hands.

No one has ever used this method of publicity before. When they saw the words on it, and then looked at the faces of Richel Adrian and the others, many ladies blushed and their hearts beat, and the men scratched their heads in wonder. Could it be that someone A shady underground transaction?That may meet a lot of babies.

They also cheerfully put away the leaflets.

After a place was distributed, they took a carriage to the east of the Midtown to promote it. By the time the entire Midtown was completed, it was already time for dinner.

"After two days of Shillington's Day, we can still promote it." Lichel gulped down the tea in the cup and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth. He was really thirsty.

"Let's hold a big event so that everyone in Liberty City knows about us." Adrian echoed him lazily lying in the carriage, his tentacles resting on the armrests of the seat, shaking slightly with the carriage.

Returning to the restaurant in the evening of the setting sun, just as he got off the carriage, Richel saw a circle of people surrounding the restaurant entrance, with all kinds of noise and wailing inside.

He pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, at the door of his restaurant, an orc was cursing, and beside him lay another orc.

"The food in this restaurant is poisonous, please don't eat it!"