Octopus Online Feeding Guide

The door leading to the backyard opened, and Adrian came with a whirlwind of snow, and his body was still wet and cold. He just entered the kitchen filled with heat, and he felt a little uncomfortable, and his skin was scalding and stinging.

Sniffing, he smelled the dough, rolling with the mist, with a hint of food sweetness.

Richel opened the lid of the pot, beckoned him over, picked up a Steamed Sixi Dumpling from the pot, blew on it, and held it to Adrian's mouth.

"Try it and see if it's done."

The white dough was steamed until it was almost transparent, and it was pinched into four small pockets, which contained red cabbage, golden egg powder, brown and white mushroom cubes, and purple radish pieces. Adrian ate them into his mouth in one bite. Unexpectedly, fresh shrimp paste was wrapped in the middle, and he narrowed his eyes happily.

Richer put down the chopsticks and patted the snow off his body.Adrian took his hand and thrust him a white conch.

"Listen." He motioned.

Attached to the ear, the sound of the waves beating can be faintly heard, and there are even ethereal and moving songs.

"This is……"

"The merman gave it to me, and it can keep the voice in it." Seeing that he liked it, Adrian stuffed it into his hand, and pressed an oily kiss on his forehead.

"Good morning, dear."

"Wash your face!" Richel disgusted him to death, and pushed him into the bathroom playfully.

Open the door, inside a mess.The water in the pool was full, with gray-black turbidity, splashing all over the walls and floors.

"That beggar washed here just now?" Adrian was dissatisfied.

"Now he's not a beggar, but a helper in our store, or our friend." Richel looked at all this with some headaches, rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning.

Adrian clumsily helped flush the water and scrub the floor. It took a long time for them to clean up.

When he returned to the kitchen, all the steamed dumplings had been steamed, and Jacob sat in the middle of the counter and started selling them.

"Boss." Jacob said hello to the two and gave them his seat.

"Master Richel, isn't it too little to prepare only these?" Gnar stood in the corner and suggested, "I tasted one just now, it was delicious, and it's not enough to sell it, so I can make a lot of money."

There were only a few cages, and he clearly saw that there were three or four unused ones in the corner.If you ask him, at least twenty or thirty new cages need to be added, so as to be worthy of such a long queue.

Richel patiently explained to him: "It won't be less. Humans here don't have the habit of eating breakfast. Most of them are civilians and other races. They don't buy too much for each one. When they are sold out, they arrive just in time." In the morning. At that time, instead of sitting on the fire and waiting for a few scattered people to buy, it is better to process some chickens and ducks.”

In winter, the orders for commoners to eat chickens and ducks decreased a lot, but the knights and nobles who did not lack food just made up for it.

Gnar was still a little puzzled, so he handed Sixi dumplings and a bowl of sauerkraut soup to Longzu, and offered, "I can sell it for you here."

"You still need to help me later." Richel said.

"What can I do?" Gnar asked curiously, he thought he had nothing to do.

Soon he knew.

Richer's day is very busy, even with the help of Jacob and Adrian, as the business grows bigger and bigger, there will never be enough people to do some trivial things.So he hired some children from poor families nearby to help.

"Washing vegetables?" Gnar looked at the basin of water in a daze.

"Yes," Richel ladled the hot water in the pot into a large basin, and mixed it with an appropriate amount of cold water, "Remember to peel off the withered leaves on the outside of the green vegetables, and pick them off one by one, and soak them in the water first. Moisture, so that the color will be more beautiful and fresh, after washing it two to three times, it must be washed clean, this is a hygienic issue, it is very important.”

Gnar nodded to mark it down, and began to imitate Jacob.Not far away, his wife, Hu Fu, was standing blankly among a pile of dishes, not knowing where to start.

"Master Richel, I don't know how to wash dishes." In the past, the bowls in her own home were dry and hard black bread, and she either ate them or threw them away when they became soft, and she almost never washed the dishes.

"You'll be fine once you learn it." Richel stroked the soft blond hair on the top of the children beside him. These children used to love to hang out and fight nearby, but later they became more enthusiastic about coming here. One day, I can earn some pocket money, which is a lot of money for the children.

"Don't worry, washing dishes is not very difficult. The youngest here, Maggie, is only eight years old, and she can already wash cleanly and quickly."

Richel handed her a piece of cloth, pointed to a large tank and said, "That's the ash from the stove last night. It has been soaked in water and settled for a night. Wash it with the clean water on it, and then rinse it with clean water twice. Just one pass. If it’s a pot with too much oil and too thick, just grab a handful of dry ash and rub it back and forth, and the oil will be removed in just two strokes.”

"It's so troublesome." Hu Fu twisted the apron tied in front of her body, her face was hesitant, she was not sure if she could do this well.

"After half a day, you'll be proficient at it." Richel smiled comfortingly at her, then turned around and started busying with other things.

He needs to go to Haruk's house today to check on the condition of the judge's sister, which sounds like a joke to Adrian's ears.

"Honey, when did you become a pharmacist?" His partner always surprised him.

"I'm not a pharmacist, I just went for a formality." Richel said helplessly, "They came to invite them in person, and it's hard to refuse. But I'm not a professional, I can only walk around to put on a show, and then I have to decline."

Even the bishop was helpless, and the lady's life was dying. He suspected that this person asked him to take the blame.

"Did the little girl with the upturned nostrils describe any symptoms?" Adrian rummaged through the box and took out several brown-red wooden plates of different sizes, with some rolled up around the edges. The whole plate was polished extremely smooth by the carpenter, and it felt warm to the touch. Indeed, the dark brown texture of the wood is like overlooking the mountains, or like the ripples of the water, which are ever-changing.

"According to their description, it's just dizziness. It shouldn't be a big problem. But who knows if it's a lie to deceive me." Now he has a better mind.

Adrian smiled, poured the wine into the small stoves on the side to warm it up, and ate a few small bites by the way.

Snowflakes were flying outside the window, and the sloping roof of the gray stone house was covered with thick white snow, with ice edges hanging down.

Half-orc snowplowers on both sides of the road, wrapped in thick fur coats, were struggling to clear the road.

He took a sip of hot wine, and the strong stimulation made his face turn red. The doors and windows around the carriage were replaced with transparent glass, blocking the outside world, and covered with a hazy thick fog.

The surrounding air is warmed by the stove, the cushions are soft and comfortable, and the tentacles of the person next to you are resting on your head, making you reluctant to move.

The majestic mansion of the judge in the inner city gradually reveals its body. Although it is not as majestic as the city lord's, it is more delicate and eye-catching than the surrounding mansions.

There were already two rows of servants waiting for them at the door, and the one in the middle should be a butler.

When the carriage stopped at the door, the servant opened the carriage door for them, and the heat that had just accumulated on Richel's body was instantly dissipated.

It was too cold.

As he walked down, the servants on both sides bowed their heads in unison.

Guided by the butler, he walked quickly into the room, and Richel took off his thick fleece coat, felt hat and scarf, and Judge Haruk and Mrs. Katie were about to

Wait for him in the living room.

Richel and the two came forward to greet him, and Mrs. Katie was quite enthusiastic, and offered to take him to see Elise. The others couldn't sit still, so they went upstairs together.

It was the first time for Richel to return to a mansion upstairs that could be called a high-class celebrity. There were expensive wallpapers, carpets and oil paintings everywhere, but the colors were mostly red, yellow, blue, green, brown and black, showing a mysterious and heavy feel.

"It's here." Mrs. Katie opened the door, and Richel didn't smell any medicine, but a smell of blood and a faint smell of urine.

The decoration inside is quite gorgeous. His head probably turned around, but he didn't show a surprised expression, which disappointed Grice and Renault who had been paying attention to him.

Alice was lying on the big bed in the center, her face was weak, when she heard the movement, she struggled to open her eyelids and smiled.

"Feeling better, dear?" Mrs. Cuddy kissed the back of her hand lovingly.

She moved her head, "Dizzy, the whole world is shaking."

Richel stared at the sickly face carefully, and found that her complexion was sallow, which looked like she was malnourished, her lips were pale, and her heart was short of breath, which looked like anemia.

As for the others, I really can't see it.

"The Holy Light of the Bishop has blessed her for several months." Mrs. Katie stepped forward to hold her hand, "It's a pity that her sins are too serious, and even he can't save her soul all at once."

"What crime did she commit?" Richel was a little curious, and with sharp eyes, he noticed the blood streaks on the wound after being cut.

What is this for? I can't think about committing suicide?

The crowd shook their heads.

"Ten priests are helping her to repent, and His Excellency the Bishop said that it will take another year to clear her sins."

"Stay like this for a year?" Richel couldn't bear it.

"Yes, but I always have a sense of panic in my heart, feeling that she is going to leave me soon." Mrs. Katie said worriedly.

Normal people could see that this madam was so angry that she was about to die. Although they questioned it, they still deluded themselves in the words of the monks and believed that she would recover in just one year.

"We want to make her happy this time of year."

"It's not about falling into pleasure." Haruk explained rigorously, lest he misunderstand, "just let her enjoy a normal life like us."

As for the sins on their bodies, didn't monks help to repent, why did they need to bear these.

Richel didn't know what to say, he had seen the effects of the Holy Light before, and in the blink of an eye, the corners of his mouth that had been bruised and swollen were completely healed, it was miraculous.

Even such an incredible treatment can't be done. Could it be that he is trying to use these mortal ingredients to bring people back to life?

"Could something have gone wrong?" The only thing he could think of was this possibility.

"We adopted the most correct and timely method," judge Haruk said with unquestionable words, as if he was dealing with a criminal who tried to provoke him, and sternly said to him, "bloodletting."

Richel's expression froze, "Why?" Is this the scene of a pig slaughter?This is a person!

"In the beginning, her throat was swollen, and the pharmacist gave her medicine. To be on the safe side, a lump of blood was injected."

"Obviously all right," Madam Haruk added.

"Later she contracted a cold and had another bloodletting, and then..."

Richel interrupted her, "Just tell me how many times she has bled, and how many times there are in total."

Grice said impatiently: "Five or six times, the dosage of each bloodletting is determined according to the symptoms and seasonal climate at that time, how can we know accurately."

If Richer's thinking is correct, this lady was not infected with an incurable disease because of her sins, but was caused by too much blood loss.

If it weren't for the holy light of the bishop, he would have gone to see Lord Hades long ago, no, the Holy Mother.

The crime is so serious that he can really talk nonsense, presumably those monks have got into the treasury of Haruk's family in the past few months and squandered it wantonly.

"Let's ask the pharmacist to come over and take a look." Richel changed his mind of just going through the motions. "If the cure for dizziness is bloodletting, I want to provide a way to heal her soul with food."