Octopus Online Feeding Guide

When Grice came to find Richel, the hall was quiet and there was no one there.

She never thought that one day she would take the initiative to step into the kitchen. The smell of beer duck in the pot is still lingering. Eight stoves are distributed in the corners. There is a large cabinet against the wall opposite the door, a fireplace on one side, and a long table in the middle of the kitchen. , with pots and pans and kitchen utensils and fruit and vegetable baskets neatly arranged on it.

Pushing aside the steaming white mist, she saw that Richel was stirring white powder in a basin in the yard.

Hayle and Jacob cooperated tacitly with each other pouring dried mung beans into the hole, and the other sat leisurely on the side of the open space to grind the grinder. Seeing her coming out of the kitchen, Hayle greeted her: "Grice, you How did you come here?"

Didn't expect to meet old acquaintances here, Grice was a little surprised, "Didn't you say you want to find the power of prophecy, why are you here?"

Hayle lowered his raised hand awkwardly, glanced at Adrian and Richel, and was relieved to see that there was no difference between them.

Grice is just a magic apprentice who has just started, and has no ability to discover Richel's identity as a dark elf.

"I didn't find it, so I don't plan to look for it anymore." Hayle said casually, "If you want to eat, go to the lobby and wait."

"I won't go to the lobby and sit in the same seat as the coolies." Grice curled his lips, seeing Richel adding water to the white powder and stirring it, he looked closely curiously.

Richel added water to the sifted mung bean powder and mixed it evenly, then went to the kitchen to carry a bucket of hot water and rushed in, took a large spoon and continued to mix, turning the powder paste into translucent, and then poured Jacob's fresh water into it. Grind dried mung bean powder to make a thick bean flour paste.

Many types of starch can be used to make vermicelli. The starch made from potatoes, corn and cassava from different continents is too wasteful. After a lot of calculation, I use the mung beans that are commonly found here to make starch. It is sticky and the color is neither gray nor white. When cooking, the applicability of thickening and sizing is not as good as other starches, but it is good for making vermicelli.

He took out a ladle-shaped wooden utensil and filled it with paste. There were a dozen or so small holes in the bottom of the ladle, and the paste flowed out evenly from the holes.

He took a spoon to catch the oozing paste, and stretched it over the boiling cauldron.When the spoon was removed, the white juice flowed into the boiling water, and drifted away with the water, forming white lines.

Holding a large spoon in one hand, he kept tapping the edge of the water ladle, so that the juice could flow out evenly without stagnation and breakage. Seeing that it was almost gone, Adrian's tentacles added another spoonful.

The other two tentacles hold the long chopsticks and keep stirring in the pot to spread the vermicelli so that they don’t stick to the place where Richer goes into the pot. Pasty pot, very busy.

Grice walked around the two of them a few times, and stood in front of them with great interest, watching the birth of vermicelli with uniform thickness and roundness.

"Can I try?"

"Go away." Adrian pushed the person away, "I have failed three pots, and this pot finally looks good, so I can't be wasted by you."

"I have money." Grice handed him a silver coin, "just to try."

Richer was moved by the luster of the silver coins, and when he finished with a ladle, he picked up the white vermicelli floating in the pot, neatly stacked them on the plate, and let Grice sit on his seat.

Adrian was dissatisfied, "Is what she made edible?"

"Even if you want to eat, I won't give it to you." Grice stood beside the pot excitedly, imitating Richel just now, knocking on the water ladle and moving it back and forth to make the powder evenly flow into the pot. There is a style.

"How much is the mung bean starch?" Lichel happily put the silver coin into his pocket, and whispered to Adrian, "Including the processing cost, it won't be worth a single silver coin."

He sat the octopus by the side of the pot, helped Grice stir the vermicelli in the pot, and took out a booklet, writing down the ratio of water and vermicelli in it, in case he would forget.

The Nars and his wife were working in the yard. Seeing this scene, Hu Fu was a little envious, and pushed the tired man beside him, "Look."

Gnar gave her a surprised look, "Don't tell me you want to do that for a silver coin."

Hu Fu was so angry that his chest heaved twice, "This is the only thing you can think of?"

Richel's head was very cheerful, and everyone was full of joyful smiles. The only thing to do every day was to cook a dish. My family washed this and that every day, and their hands were white and peeling. The three silver coins she had bought were still tightly held in Richer's hand.

"You are brothers who share the same bread. If you have a request, will he still refuse? He said that he asked you to help, and it shouldn't be washing vegetables every day." Hu Fu whispered, and Gnar was in the corner Whispering and discussing.

On this side, Shell followed her around, went into the house by himself, called Chelsea, and together they cut the necks of the two fat ducks with shiny coats sent by Haruk's family early in the morning, and put a large wooden bowl under the cuts. , which has been filled with salt water first, and duck blood dripped down a bowl of blood along the incision.

Filter it again, stir it a few more times, and after standing still for a long time, the bright red duck blood has become semi-solidified.

He shaved the duck, washed it several times with warm water, and scalded it together with the viscera in cold water to wash off the foam. He poured the duck into a khaki-colored thick-walled pot, added green onion, ginger and water, and covered it. The lid was placed on the fireplace, and the fire was boiled, and then turned to a low fire to simmer.

All the chickens and ducks in the pot were placed on plates, covered and placed on the counter, waiting for their owners to pick them up.

After cleaning all the large pots, pour oil into one of the pots. The bright white tofu has drained the surface moisture. Richel cut them into small cubes of equal size. When it is hot, put the tofu into the pan and fry it until the surface is evenly browned, then turn the flame to medium-low heat and continue frying slowly.

While pushing the tofu with a spatula, he turned the remaining tofu into a knife. When all the tofu in the pot became golden in color and floated on the oil surface, he scooped up the tofu, drained the oil, and put it on a plate. .

"What kind of dessert is this?" Grice saw its attractive color, and I wanted to try it.

"It's hot, it's tasteless, so I can't eat it for now." Richel skillfully ordered another pot of tofu, and asked, "Don't you want to make vermicelli?"

How could Grace have the patience to keep doing it? At this moment, she had already made a big bowl, and gave the vermicelli she made to Richel, "How can this kind of food be eaten, first help me make it."

"Okay, today your family's lunch, I will make it with the vermicelli that you burned yourself."

Grice became even more excited when he heard that, standing by the stove, chirping and asking questions. For those who have never been to a kitchen, this is a pharmacist's laboratory, with a pile of unknown bottles and jars. Can.

Thinking of this, Grice said: "I have never been to a pharmacist's laboratory, but Earl Anders once invited me to visit his laboratory. It's just that he invited Renault and uncle first, but they refused He invited me instead, and I was unhappy, so I also rejected him." She already regretted the angry words at that time.

She approached mysteriously, "Have you ever seen the living dead?"

Richel frowned.

"He's researching this." Grice touched his chin. "That kind of person doesn't know what it looks like. Is it alive or dead? Will there still be a soul?"

"I don't know." Richel took out the tofu soaked in the pot, and poured another pot.

Adrian sat outside the yard, glanced through the window into the kitchen, with a calm expression.

"In short, it should be an existence more evil than evil spirits, otherwise how could it be tolerated in the world." Grice concluded.

"What's the use of telling me this, I've never seen a living dead."

"I've never seen it, and it's even more impossible for you to." Grice was full of arrogance. "I'm telling you this because I think you are a good person and shouldn't be treated unfairly."

Richel: ? ?

This is... I was issued a good person card for no reason?

"I only found out about it these two days." Grice said, "Recently there have been rumors that you killed Earl Anders, and also silenced a guard team and Father Matthew. So the price for killing you has already been paid." As high as 70 gold coins."

Richel's eyes widened.

How could he not know.

Seeing his blank and shocked face, Grice was a little surprised, "You don't know anything?"

Richel shook his head, is it too late to get the money after killing himself?

"Oh my god, how on earth have you survived until now. Except when talking about food, you usually don't look very smart." Grice looked at him with contempt.

Richel chose to ignore the sentence.

"Anyway, be careful, your avatar is the most eye-catching among the reward tasks on the mercenary exchange."

Richel let out an "oh", and subconsciously looked out the window at Adrian who was struggling to pick out vermicelli, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

When you are free, do you want to go to the corner of the street with him to look at your own portrait?

After soaking and deep-frying all the tofu, he sprinkled the excess with salt and stored it, and the rest can be eaten later.

Wrap the heavy lid with a wet cloth towel and open it, and you will be greeted by the mellow aroma of duck soup. Strings of thin bubbles slowly rise from the bottom of the pot. The soup is golden in color and looks calm, with little fog There are very few of them.

That's because there is a thick layer of fat on the surface, which blocks the heat dissipation of duck soup.Before stewing, Richel also specially stir-fried the duck meat in the pot. After adding the wine to remove the fishy smell, it also forced out the thick fat under the duck skin. The already fat duck was boiled into soup More oil than usual.

But in places where there is very little oil and water, this kind of golden and translucent oil makes people feel very happy.

Richel licked his lips, brought a soup spoon, and stirred it into the pot. The golden light was shining, reflecting the bright red charcoal fire, and the heat came out. The faint smell of onion, ginger, wine and duck soup Floating up, the nose has already tasted the sweetness of the rich duck soup.

Put the duck’s kidney, liver sausage, green onion, ginger, garlic and other seasonings into the pot and stir-fry until cooked. Then add the sliced ​​duck blood, pour in the hot duck soup, and the whole pot is instantly covered by white mist.

Scoop up a spoonful of soup with a spoon, turn it over in mid-air, and pour it down slowly. The clear broth gradually turns milky white during the stew, and the duck blood becomes firm and dark red under high temperature, turning with the air bubbles.

Richel set up another small pot, added duck blood soup, puffed tofu and some simple seasonings, covered the pot and boiled it for a while, then put in the fresh vermicelli that Grice had just blanched.

Take it out of the pan, put it in a bowl, sprinkle with a handful of green onions, and serve it to Grice.

Grice picked up the noodles awkwardly. The white noodles were half the thickness of a chopstick, and they slid into the mouth with a swipe.

The slow-cooked old duck soup is extremely delicious, the original so greasy soup, now there is only a thin layer of oil floating, and the rest is moistened with duck blood and vermicelli.

The tofu soaked in the thick soup, took a bite, the soup spurted out from the softness, Grice opened his mouth haha ​​and exhaled, being scalded by the hot soup.

"Slow down." Lichel reminded, put the soup in the pot in a wooden bucket, closed the lid tightly, put the vermicelli into another bowl, and prepared some chopped green onions.

He instructed: "The vermicelli will lose its toughness after soaking for a long time, and it is not delicious. After you take it back, ask the cook in your mansion to put the vermicelli into the soup and boil it. Sprinkle it into a bowl and sprinkle with chopped green onion. Eat it straight away, it's still hot."

Grice just nodded vigorously, his mouth full of coarse powder.

Crispy duck gizzards, tender duck heart, chewy duck intestines, and duck blood wrapped in soup, the only fly in the ointment is that these ingredients are too little.

Grace was a little dissatisfied.

"Most of the rest is for your aunt, don't forget it then." Lichel said in his mouth, sliced ​​the duck meat into thin slices, the plump yellow skin was slightly rolled, revealing the firm pink duck meat, Neatly arranged on a plate, with a hot and sour sauce on the side.

"If I'm sick, can I eat this delicious food forever?"

"The person who wants to get sick for the sake of eating is the one with a serious mental illness." Richel complained in a low voice, seeing a slender white hand holding chopsticks ready to move, wanting to grab a slice, but he dodged it, "Destroy Formed."

"Don't be so harsh." Grace's ice-blue eyeballs were about to fall into the duck.

"Wipe your mouth," Adrian came in from outside the yard with a basket of vermicelli, and said disgustedly, "a circle of oil."

She licked her lips subconsciously, hooking the delicacy into her stomach.

When Richel saw him coming in, he wanted to take his basket, but Adrian blocked it, and went straight to the table and put it on it.

"I'm hungry." He said blankly.

"The meal for Haruk's family has been prepared, and I'll make something for you later," Richel said.

"Eat vermicelli." Octopus glanced at the bowl of noodles unkindly, "Add duck meat and duck blood."

"We didn't buy duck, where did the duck meat come from." Richel laughed.

Adrian was unhappy, not very happy.

"Hot and sour vermicelli, fried vermicelli, cabbage stewed tofu vermicelli, whichever you want, you order me to make it."

"all I want."

"I'll do it all for you, okay, can you have a smile?"

The two were talking as if no one was there, and Grace suddenly felt that the soup powder in his bowl was not fragrant.

A little supportive.

When the person left with his things, Richel bumped Adrian's arm, "How old is he, and still covets a little girl's things, childish or not."

Octopus held him in his arms, and said dissatisfiedly: "She has good eyesight and knows what is delicious. I'm afraid that her eyesight is too good, and you are soft-hearted, and let her enjoy all the delicious food."

Richel smiled and pushed him away, "When did you not eat first? When did you not eat much? Wait until spring, if I see you fatten into a round octopus, I will kill you and find another New love."

Adrian felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

Quietly pinching his stomach, the fat on his body was accumulated after meeting Richel in the past year.

How to lose weight?The octopus, which has never paid attention to its own appearance, began to trouble its brain.