Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Richel breathed a sigh of relief. The death of this man had nothing to do with the food in the restaurant or his business.

As for the mysterious and mysterious things like the soul, Adrian, a big devil, doesn't know, let alone him.

This continent is so dangerous, maybe this orc offended some powerful people and killed them silently.

Richel has a new appreciation for the ways this world kills.

He threw the poster into the stove and burned it. The relative of the deceased who came to make a fuss did not know who it was, so he did it himself and asked Hastings and Jacob to help transport the person to the monastery. People are buried well.

In the future, it is better not to display your "talent" in painting.

"If you have to pay attention, be careful when writing. Swearing will become a curse." Adrian sat at the long table, stretching his arms and feet in boredom, and inadvertently glanced at the vegetables and fruits in the rattan basket. The tentacles of bitter gourd looming in the center stretched out quietly.

"It feels amazing." Richer kneaded the dough in the water without raising his head, and said in a triumphant tone, "If we break up in the future, you'd better be careful and don't mess with me, hum."

"Don't worry, it's just a dark elf's spell. Your powerful partner has been cursed countless times, and now he's still standing in front of you."

Adrian wrapped up all the bitter melons with lightning speed, secretly put them under the tentacles and hid them, heaved a sigh of relief, moved over with a playful smile, and squatted with him opposite the water basin, "On the contrary, the devil's sacrifice You must obey his master obediently."

"Then I like you because I listened to your instructions?" Richel thought, "Or it's the result of your spell."

"Why do you think so?" Adrian was stunned, "My love for you is very pure."

"You said you have a lot of sacrifices. If you fancy one, can you just cast a spell and hook up twice to succeed?"

"I'm very picky." Adrian was dissatisfied.

"If you see someone who suits your taste, just like me, you can casually lean on others."

"I'm not such a casual devil."

"Oh." A basin of clear water turned white, Richel stood up, poured the water in the basin into the jar, and went to pick up another basin.

Adrian chased after him and shouted aggrievedly: "Honey, you really need to listen to my explanation. You are my first partner. I have no one else. You can't misunderstand me."

Richel smiled.

The wheat dough was soaked in water, and under his kneading, instead of being disintegrated and dissolved in the water, the pale yellowish white gluten was washed out.

The white water washed out is also useful. After settling overnight, take it out and dry it in the sun, which is the Chengfen for making shrimp dumplings.The addition of tapioca flour creates that crystal clear dumpling skin.

Adrian was still beside him and kept confessing, saying that he usually stayed on the bottom of the sea and slept idle. He only crawled out of the cracks millions of years ago, and he only came to the mainland in the past tens of thousands of years. He found it too boring and went back. At the bottom of the sea, I have no thought of being tempted by others.

"I'm just asking you." The water in this basin was already clear, Lichel poured out the water, put the gluten on the chopping board, and cut it into several large strips.

"If you have one, two, three, four or five exes, I can't beat them when you come to trouble me." His painting skills are so good that it's easy to hurt innocent people.

Adrian stretched out his hand and swore, "Absolutely not, the only time I even hold their hands is when they beat people."

Richel was so teased that he leaned back and forth, his gaze fixed, "What is that leg behind you curled up?"

Adrian retracted the tentacles.

"Is it bitter melon?" He put down his muscles and circled around him, "I've seen it all, bring it to me."

With a flick of the tentacles, Adrian threw the thing thousands of miles away with lightning speed.

"You're blind, there's nothing."

Richel didn't see anything unusual, he went into the house and looked through the vegetable basket, all the bitter gourds were gone.

"You just throw away such an expensive thing?" Richel patted the table.

"Just treat it like I ate it."

"As expected, you lost it." Richel looked at him unkindly.

"Honey, I think you have punished me enough, and I promise not to do those things in front of you in the future."

Adrian misses the taste of those dishes, especially when he is the only one who can only smell but not eat.

He had tasted a bitter gourd before, and he still remembered the taste. The swamp water can be ranked first, and it can be ranked second.

"I still have a psychological shadow now. A few complete people turn into a mass of blood in an instant. I can't feel at ease."

Richel glanced at him, with a half-smile, "When I think of those things, my stomach churns. In order to share the joys and sorrows, do you also experience that feeling together?"

Adrian tilted his head, wondering: "I didn't kill those humans, it was that bald head who was involved when he wanted to kill you."

Richie looked at him in surprise.

Adrian suddenly realized, "You count the lives of those people on my head? Am I a little too innocent, and I got rid of a villain."

Richel scratched his head, those things happened so quickly, he couldn't see clearly.Later, Adrian pulled Hammer Wolf's soul out, which brought a huge shock to his heart, and was shocked by the blood, and he fell into fear of Adrian.

"Killing is always bad. Although I can't put my will on you, that person is just right... By the way, why did he want to kill me?"

Richel asked suspiciously, "I don't know him." I've never heard of someone killing the boss because of bad food.

"Because of the power of prophecy in your heart, it is a power that can be taken away." Adrian said, "Besides, you are still a half-elf. For ordinary races, you don't need to study magic hard, and you don't need to become a human being." Things that are not ghosts can become almost immortal, which is very tempting to them."

Richelton felt that this ability was simply useless. If he wanted to use it, he had to consider the person's painting skills. If he didn't use it, he would attract the envy of a lot of people.

"Didn't you say that the summoning mark can hide my identity?" He touched his forehead

"You didn't have a mark before. People with intermediate abilities and above in the entire continent can count your traces." Adrian said, "I don't know where you are hiding all these years, and you have survived until now."

Richel also thought it was amazing that so many people chased and killed him, and the original owner finally died of illness because he had no money to buy medicine.

With emotion in his heart, he held a pair of chopsticks in his hand, and Adrian just saw him wrap the gluten strips around the chopsticks a few times, and a fat gluten rolled on the chopsticks.

He took the chopsticks out of the gluten, and after a while all the gluten strips were rolled up, and they were all put into the pot to cook first.

Let the flame control the temperature of the fire, cook slowly without boiling the water, and wait until the gluten floats in the water, then let the flame turn off the fire.

"Of all the people, I work the most. Why do I only watch you guys eat those delicacies every time?" He squatted at the door of the stove and shouted. In the past, the food made by humans was unpalatable. The chef who was cooking didn't even let him eat.

"Don't you eat dry wood?" Richel wondered, put the gluten in water to cool, picked up one and put it on a skewer, and brought a small knife, turning it over in his hand while quickly Cut neatly from the end to the front, put down the knife, and stroke the gluten. The original lump of gluten turns into a spiral coiled on the stick.

Seeing Huo Miao for the first time, he pointed to the gluten and said, "I want to eat this!"

"How can you, a non-species, get so much drama?" Adrian casually rolled up the silent dragon egg in the corner and threw it over.

"What are you doing?" Huo Miao quickly shrank his head into the stove, and a muffled voice came from inside, "I can't be suppressed."

"Take it and bake it for fun."

The dragon egg was so frightened that a carp straightened up and stood up.

Is this the man in charge?

"This egg is a bit lively." Richel kept working on it, "It won't break the shell."

"Broken shell? What broken shell?" Chelsea's generous face appeared at the kitchen door, looked left and right, and finally locked onto the gray substance in Richer's hand.

It is more important to eat.

"Huo Miao's wish, let's fulfill it." Richer rolled up the gluten, let Huo Miao stay in the fireplace, removed the iron frame, and put a layer of iron netting on it.

"Turn down the fire, don't get too excited, shrink back and leave the red charcoal." He put the gluten on it, turned it over and grilled it, and brushed it with a layer of barbecue sauce.

Last time he sold this sauce, he didn't find time to make more batches after that, and kept putting aside the bottles he got back from the goblin.

Now he adds chili and chili oil to the original minced garlic sauce, and brushes it on evenly in a thin layer. The aroma is stimulated by the heat of the fire.

A few drops of sauce dripped from the gluten, and the flame licked under the grill, "Cough cough cough...", he choked out a few wisps of thin smoke, and the whole fire ignited.

He struggled to squeeze out a head from the small grid, and stared intently at the gluten with golden skin and red oil on the side.

The pungent and strong smell of garlic takes away the floury taste of gluten. The fiery red spicy oil bubbles on the gluten, and the gray skin changes from soft to crispy.

He poked it with his finger and licked it.

Richel turned the gluten over and pressed his head down, "Don't let others burn it."

After a few skewers were baked, he distributed them to everyone to taste, and after he blew himself, he also tasted one.

Slightly charred and crispy on the outside, soft and chewy on the inside, full of elasticity, the flavors of garlic and chili complement each other, and there is a little sweet and sour in it.

All kinds of flavors explode in the taste buds, and harmoniously in the mouth, singing a hot and spicy barbecue symphony.

"Can baked things be so delicious?" Chelsea licked her lips in disbelief.

"It would be even better if there were those spices." Richel was still not satisfied.

"Give me one as promised!" Huo Miao said dissatisfied.

Richel gave Adrian the skewer of gluten that belonged to him.

A purple flame rose in the fireplace, and when the flame lay comfortably on the side, all that was left was a pile of black coke.

"I want to eat too." Adrian looked pitifully at Richel's mouth dripping with oil.

"When did you conjure those bitter gourds, and when will I eat them for you." Seeing that they were all eating in full swing, Richel simply cut up some vegetarian vegetables and took out the remaining four cans of barbecue sauce.

Everyone simply sat on the floor by the fireplace, chatting while eating.

"People in Liberty City must like such a delicious food." Chelsea was so hot that his nose came out, and he was still eating.

"We can push these things in those private rooms on the second floor." Richer immediately thought of an idea, "Before I was worried that there would be too many private rooms, and I would be overwhelmed at night."

Private rooms are mostly open at night when mercenaries and treasure hunters like to drink, and it is relatively deserted at noon.

"Let them roast and eat by themselves." Adrian secretly grabbed a roasted shiitake mushroom and took a bite. Just as Richel was about to speak, he had already found those bitter gourds at some point.

"Apart from anything else, baking is the most basic ability for them to grow up." Chelsea let out a sigh of relief, it was too much fun.

"With our special sauce, I can eat it for a whole night." Hayle interrupted hastily.

"Whoever you are is 'us'." Chelsea said squinting.

Jacob brought the Kindred up to him, wrapping it around his lap.

"It's better to have wine." Hastings said solemnly, his face was expressionless, his lips were already rosy from the heat, and his mouth still couldn't stop.

"Well said, beer and barbecue, life without worries, I can already imagine how much they like it." Richer admired, "Xiao Hei, you are amazing."

Firmly grasp the essence of barbecue.

Adrian smiled, "Xiao Hei?"

Richel threw a tomato at him, "Why are you laughing, his name is too difficult to remember, simplify it a bit, it's kind and nice."

As he spoke, he put his arms around Hastings' shoulders, "If you have a string together, then you are all good brothers."

Chelsea brought a barrel of beer from the cellar, everyone had a glass, and even Lesney was stuffed with a glass by Chelsea, and Qiqi bumped into each other.

"Here's to the BBQ, and to the hotels and restaurants."