Octopus Online Feeding Guide

The morning sun rises from the sea level, and suddenly it is golden, like an angel descending on the world.

Richer was still dazed when he returned to his cabin with rye flour and vegetables.

The monster appeared inexplicably, and then disappeared inexplicably. It was a tossing all night, and the life was muddled.

After simply resting for a few hours, he struggled to get out of bed. Today was another day of hard work for his livelihood.

"Richer, what did you do yesterday?"

When he opened the door, he happened to meet his good brother Gnar sitting at the door of the house teasing the children.

"I made some snacks and sold them." Richel returned.

Gnar's eyes lit up, "Oh, I didn't expect you to still have this skill, how much did you earn?"

"More than 30 copper coins, I bought the ingredients, and there is only one copper coin left." Richel said shamelessly, "I can't pay you back in a short time."

"It doesn't matter," Gnar said indifferently, and persuaded him, "You only earn one more copper coin a day, you might as well go begging, you can earn at least a dozen more, and if you are lucky, the old man will throw a silver coin, pitiful You, how happy that day was."

Richel smiled and didn't answer, shook his head, picked up the ingredients he bought last night and walked out of the city quickly.

After a hasty bath in the creek, he sat on the grass, kneaded the flour, took out kale, turnip and lettuce, washed them, shredded a large part, and sliced ​​a small part into thin slices of various shapes.

Richel originally planned to only make steamed buns, but now that he has fish oil, he can naturally do other things.

He took out a bag of fish oil, washed it, cut it into small pieces, and put it in the saucepan until it was full.

Soon, there was a crackling sound in the pot, and when the water evaporated, the oil was gradually forced out.

Richel specially whittled two thin wooden sticks to serve as chopsticks, and kept turning the light yellow fish oil block. The golden and translucent fish oil accumulated more and more, and a circle of bubbles appeared around the oil block. When the chopsticks pressed lightly, the oil The flowers were squeezed out, making a sizzling sound.

The pieces of oil became smaller and shriveled. He flipped the red-hot coals in the furnace to reduce the heat, and only picked them out with chopsticks when the fish pieces were almost invisible and could no longer boil the oil.

Most of the pot of hot fish oil was quietly bubbling.

Richel took a deep breath. The smell of lard carried the aroma of fried meat after being oiled. It was mellow and rich, while the fish oil was more fresh than fish, and its color was lighter than that of lard.

He poured the oil into two larger pots, and he could not bear to wash off the remaining oil in the stew pot. He cut the mushrooms picked from the woods into shreds, poured them into the pot and stir-fried until fragrant, and added three-color vegetables Shredded, add salt, stir-fry evenly, when it is cooked through, put it into a bowl for later use.

The remaining rye flour was mixed with some water to make a paste. The saucepan was cleaned and turned on a low heat. Because this pot was not specially used for baking, he spread a thin layer of oil on the inner wall of the pot and poured it on. Spoon the rye flour paste, use your wrist skillfully, and slowly turn the pot, the rye flour will flow along the wall of the pot according to the angle of inclination, and soon, a thin and uniform dough cake will be spread out.

Richer impatiently went to lift the pancake, his hands were scalded, and he felt very happy, he slowly tore it off along the inner wall, turned it over, and a piece of pancake was successfully spread out.

After all the pancakes were spread out, he divided half and stacked them in a basket. For the remaining half, he first poured some shredded vegetables on each pancake, rolled it up, and poured a little more oil into the pan. Squeaks in oil and becomes crispy quickly.

A spring roll is perfectly done.

"It smells so good." He rubbed his stomach, didn't eat breakfast, and was already dizzy from hunger.

He was reluctant to eat this, so he stood the deep-fried spring rolls on the edge of the bowl and dripped oil to dissipate heat. Taking advantage of the little oil left on the side of the pot, he quickly got out of the pan to stir-fry the fish maw, added salt and shiitake mushrooms, and it was cooked in a short while .

The color and smell of the food I ate were all poor, but smelling it at the tip of my nose at this moment was the most delicious meal.

He took out the slightly fermented dough, kneaded it to drive away the air bubbles, and broke off a small piece to save as old noodles, so that the next fermentation time would not need to be so long.

Taking out the thin slices of vegetables of various shapes and colors that had been cut before, Richer kneaded the dough into shapes of different sizes and pasted the slices, and immediately turned into black kittens, rats, villains, and flowers. Unique species made a Q version of Cyclops and long pterosaurs.

He suddenly thought of the "monster" from last night.

"My name is Adrian..."

By the time he realized it, the ball of dough in his hand had already been shaped into the shape of an octopus.

He squeezed it into a ball viciously, rubbed it, and it turned into an octopus again.

Pasted with thin slices of vegetables, the octopus's facial features are downcast and miserable, not at all arrogant like last night.

Richer felt balanced.

Isn't he just a fierce orc? If he hadn't been bluffed, he would definitely be able to fight two with one.

After steaming the steamed buns, he had time to sit on the grass and wolf down his breakfast. By this time, noon had already passed.

After sweating and eating, he washed his face in the stream, put away the kitchen utensils, put the fried spring rolls in a basket, and sold them on the street.

It was the same street as yesterday. He glanced at the buildings around him. There were neat gray thick-walled stone houses and smooth bluestone roads. Occasionally, there was a flag hanging on the front door of the house with pictures of wine glasses or bread painted on it. pattern.

He found an eye-catching place to sell it. It was a hotel, and a clump of unknown sky-blue flowers was planted around the house. It was very beautiful and became the only bright color in the gray and gloomy street.

Yesterday's child came quickly, today he called a group of children, five or six children surrounded him, and as the gauze was lifted, everyone gasped in amazement.

"so cute."

"What is this?" There are two long ears on a chubby body, a small tail at the end, and two eyes dotted with white turnips in front, full of aura.

"Little rabbit." Richel stretched out a finger and said with a smile, "One copper coin is all you need."

"I want I want."

"I also want."

"Don't worry, we all have a share. Choose what you want first." He said cheerfully, and took out the unique octopus-shaped flower bun, and handed it to the side together with a bear flower bun, but he couldn't grab it The dwarf said, "The steamed stuffed bun you ordered yesterday was not sold today, so I'll give you one more."

Amid the envy of his friends, the dwarf took two buns, one in each hand, and held them up to show off.

"Any more octopuses?"

"No, how about a Cyclops." Richel suggested.

"Eat Cyclops, will he become as strong as him?"

"Of course, I bought them all, do you want them?" Another child proudly held up a steamed bun.

Soon the Huamo was bought by these children, and they ran around excitedly holding it up, reluctant to eat it, competing with anyone else.People passing by were a little surprised to see such beautiful pastries.

A few adults and children came to ask about it one after another. Not to mention the unique shape of Richel's steamed buns, they were also much softer than the black bread here. After trying one, the adults wanted to eat it again.

"This is a spring roll, do you want one?" Richel showed a standard professional smile, "The outer skin is crispy, and the filling inside is delicious. I guarantee you haven't eaten it before. You can buy two with only three copper coins. Both adults and children can taste it."

"Then let's try it." A human said.

"There are fried ones and unfried ones, which one do you want?"

Customers didn't expect that there are so many patterns, "one kind comes one."

"Okay." Lichel gave him the fried spring rolls first, then spread out a sheet of soft thin noodle cake, and caught the fried and still steaming vegetables with his chopsticks.

Purple cabbage, white turnip, and turquoise lettuce, the three colors are mixed together, the color is very beautiful, and the wild mushrooms are added to enhance the freshness. It is very delicious just to appreciate and smell it.

After wrapping the stuffing, he handed the spring roll to the human.

"The bun you sold yesterday, is there any more?"

Richel turned his head and saw that he was the first person to buy his steamed stuffed bun yesterday.

"Yesterday was a big sale at a loss, only for one day." Twenty copper coins per catty of salted fish, he sold it at a huge loss yesterday.

So, when he was shopping in the vegetable market yesterday, he specifically asked about the vegetable prices.

"That's it." Joshua was a little disappointed, but it was also impossible to sell such a delicious thing for only one copper coin.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Richer hurriedly said: "But today there are new dim sum, spring rolls and flower buns, do you want to try them?"

Josaua's gaze was immediately attracted to it. Yesterday's steamed stuffed bun had a peculiar shape, but today these two buns look very good-looking.

"Try all of them." Joshua weighed his handbag. He works in a nearby mercenary trading office. He goes from home to the office at two o'clock every day. He didn't expect such interesting things to happen to him after get off work. .

After buying one each, Jo Sawyer was full of praise for his craftsmanship again, and planned to buy a few more for the family to try.But after he finished eating, all the snacks were sold out.

"Will you come to sell it tomorrow?" Joshua asked disappointedly, and after returning home, he was going to eat the hodgepodge cooked by his wife again.

Fortunately, he was already half full. He rubbed his stomach, really wanting his family to taste such delicious food.

"Of course, I will still be here in the future. Please remember this clump of blue flowers. I will wait for your patronage in front of the flowers every afternoon." Richier wiped his sweat with a happy smile on his face.

After packing up the basket and gauze, he hid in the corner of the alley and counted the money. Today, he made 44 flower buns and 146 spring rolls, earning a total of [-] copper coins.

A catty of rye flour costs 2 copper coins, a catty of cabbage and lettuce is also 2 copper coins, and turnips are cheaper. For 1 copper coin, I bought an extra catty. Yesterday, I spent a total of 31 copper coins, and there were two turnips left in the end. .

Richel plans to double the amount he bought yesterday, and at the same time, he should change to a larger basket.

However, it is still too far to carry one or two hundred buns and steamed buns from the slums.

Richel plans to ask someone to make a brand new cart. The one that pushed the stove and kitchen utensils was picked up from a pile of junk. It is very old, and it doesn't look good even if it is cleaned.

After asking an elf, he found out that Uncle Daban in the next street is good at making some delicate gadgets.

Uncle Daban has a big beard, which almost covers his entire face and most of his body. He has short limbs, and he wears a faded light brown leather soft hat. His whole body is covered with soot, making him look very sloppy.

He listened to Richel's request, and waved his hand indifferently, "It's a small matter, isn't it just a small cart, report the size, and I will pick it up in five days." He took out a yellowed sheet from the corner. of paper.

Richel stooped to draw all the patterns and sizes and marked them. Uncle Daban came over and held up the paper, "Your little cart is a bit strange."

He thought it was just a donkey-drawn hay cart in ordinary pastures, a wooden plank with only short rails on the left and right sides, which was very simple.

His cart is fenced on all sides and has a switchable hole drawn on the bottom two-thirds.

"This is for the coal stove." Richel explained that some dishes need to be heated to taste, but he can't help it now. If there is a coal stove, he can only make semi-finished products and wait until the guests order The dishes are made temporarily, fresh and delicious.

"Can it be done?"

"When Mount Qisraida first appeared, your Uncle Daban started to rely on handicrafts for a living." His gray beard trembled. "This requires more wood, and it costs 150 zi."

Richer's money suddenly became tight, "Is it okay to pay you a [-] deposit first?"

"Just give it as you see it, pick it up in five days, and hand over the rest."

Richer suddenly found the old man cute.

After paying a [-]% deposit without hesitation, he asked again: "I still need a steamer, that is..." He took a charcoal pencil and drew it on paper. Five floors."

Reach

Uncle Ban took the drawing paper and looked left and right, and asked, "Is this a pot? How could it be leaking?"

"It's used for steaming things. If there are no mesh holes, the water vapor won't go up, and the things won't be steamed properly." Richer patiently explained.

Uncle Daban nodded half-understanding, "It can be done, but I don't know what bamboo you are talking about. We have rattan here. After peeling off the skin, it will become hard and strong after drying. I need to study your bamboo. How did you make it up?" He took the drawing and went to look under the sun.

"Then I'll pay another ten copper coins as a deposit." After paying the money, Richel went to buy pastry materials for tomorrow.