Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Adrian was picked out by Richel, and decided to continue going out to exercise.

Richer understood what he was going to do, so he ignored him, and when he had some free time during the day, he lay on the couch by himself, rocking back and forth slowly.

A thick cashmere blanket is placed on the recliner, which is warm, soft and delicate, and a thick eiderdown quilt is covered. It is really comfortable to take a nap by the kitchen fireplace for a while.

"Master Richel." A cold voice sounded.

The drowsy man opened his eyes and saw Hastings standing there straight.

"What's the matter?" He rubbed his eyes, his head still a little confused.

There was some hesitation on his stern face, but he finally spoke up.

"Are you going to fire me?"

"Why do you think so?" Richel asked in surprise.

"Yesterday you put Gnar in my place. I don't know what value there is in a restaurant."

"With your ability, you can be qualified for many positions, except for being a coachman, which is really inferior." Richel said, "I wanted to talk to you about this today."

He stood up and went out of the kitchen to the counter.

Opening the drawer, looking at the messy interior, he felt a little helpless, and tidied up the ledgers and useless waste paper gadgets bit by bit.

"Don't think it's because I'm partial to Gnar that I let him do the easy job of driving a carriage. I just want you to play a greater role." He relieved, and the whole person suddenly froze.

"I know you have your own arrangements," Hastings expressed understanding, "but Jacob and Hayle, they are not feeling well."

"They?" Richer stopped holding out the envelope.

"Cyclops always had a good ear."

Richer was silent for a moment, and said, "I see. You take this."

Hastings glanced at Richel holding two letters.

"This is a letter of recommendation from the city lord. In it, he strongly recommends your down-to-earth and steady character and your impeccable style of work."

"The other one is my recommendation. I set up a new position for you in the letter, the operation officer of the restaurant—sounds more impressive, not to mention that you have indeed advised on the restaurant business."

"If you want to leave the restaurant, I believe that with these two letters, any family in Liberty City is willing to hire you. Of course, if you want to stay here, I welcome you more. The restaurant needs you." He sent out sincerely invite.

Hastings held the envelope, looking thoughtful.

"You can think about it. Give me an answer in the next two days." Richel said gently, "Even if you find another job, I will bless you. You are too humbled to stay in this small restaurant of mine."

"Okay, sir." Hastings solemnly accepted.

"There is one more thing I have to tell you." Richel whispered in his ear, "Jacob is still young and easily influenced by other people's thoughts. I know how many things he has done. I am worried How much he thinks, do me a favor and comfort him privately."

Hastings stared at him, and Richel just smiled.

After separating from him, Richier's eyes showed a bit of irritability, and he sat on the high stool in the counter, meditating for a long time, until Adrian called him at the gate of the backyard.

As soon as Richel walked into the kitchen, he saw a huge creature on the cobblestone road by the pool in the yard, which was pinned down and unable to move.

"This is?"

"Wild boar." Adrian raised his arms and legs to touch it, but the pigskin was covered with thorny bristles.

In the territory of Liberty City, these beasts belong to no one, and whoever has the ability will get it.But only in the winter when the snow falls heavily can we catch the traces of this treacherous and keen animal.

Richel turned around it curiously and exclaimed, "It's too big."

He had never seen such a big wild boar before. The one thrown by Adrian on the ground was half as tall as him, and the pig's body stood there like a wall. Richel estimated in his heart that it was at least two or three It weighs tons.

"So, ordinary people dare not go to the forest in winter, only treasure hunters dare to go in and look for treasures." Adrian's tone was a little brisk, "Don't worry about other things, dear, can we have pork tonight?"

Richel picks up the ribs, he has only eaten seafood for so long, and he rarely even sees chicken and duck served on the table. The last time he saw Grice eat it, he couldn't forget it.

"Of course I can. I'll give you a big meal in the evening." Richel laughed, "You are not allowed to leave the table if your stomach is full."

Upon hearing this, Adrian's face became hesitant.

Seeing his expression, Richel laughed loudly, "Look at how you worry about gains and losses. When did I ever dislike you for being fat? Aren't you a devil? Why are you so unconfident."

"If someone says I'm fat, I'll go to hell as soon as I say it." Seeing his bright smile, Adrian felt more at ease.

Richel smiled lightly, and teasingly poked his elbow with his waist, "If I gain weight someday, will you despise me?"

Adrian thought about it with a serious face.

If Richer is fat, he must be white and fat, round into a ball, fleshy and soft, cold in summer and warm in winter, teasing his chin when he has nothing to do. He will even touch the flesh on his waist and never let go.

I want to have a baby octopus with him even more.

Adrian looked at the person across from him and smiled happily, with a hopeless look on his face.

Richel gave a "tsk" in disgust, pushed the person aside, and called everyone in the restaurant over, "Boil hot water and prepare kitchen utensils. We are closed today to make up for Schillington's Day."

Jacob's eyes lit up, and the first thing he did was not to start a fire, but to write a letter in the house, and entrusted it to the dragon courier, and sent it to Hayle who was sleeping in the manor.

Gnar and the others turned around a few times, amazed, and wanted to get closer, but the wild boar snorted, scaring them all so much that they dared to hide in the distance.

This wild boar is really too big, how to let the blood out is a problem.

"Easy." Chelsea threw the magic wand aside, took off her coat, and shouted, a woman with a good face and strong muscles stood in front of them.

Chelsea approached with clenched fists and hit the pig's head several times, successfully knocking the pig unconscious.

Those around her have a new appreciation for her power.

Grabbing the pig's head and tilting it upwards, Richel delivered a large clean wooden tub with quick eyesight, and with a stroke of the scythe, Lesni immediately sprayed out a cloud of blood.

"Eh..." Richel's eyes became hot, half of his body was splashed with blood, his whole face was covered with plasma, he looked like a bloody man.

Lesney's jaw trembled, and he took a step back.

"Can I say hello in advance?"

Several people around couldn't help laughing, Adrian rolled up his wrists and wiped some blood off his face, "That's right, they are too unkind hahahaha..."

"Adrian!"

"This basin is going to be full." The octopus immediately avoided it.

There were seven large pots of pig's blood, and there was no kitchen utensils for the rest, so we had to let it go and spend more time washing the floor afterwards.

The flames boiled all the water in the boiler, and Richel scalded the pig hair piece by piece. When one place was almost scalded, Jacob plucked the hair, and everyone followed behind with kitchen knives of different sizes to scrape the dirt. .

Lesni turned his head around, took away the boar soul hooked on the tip of the sickle, and joined in with the sickle.

The black hair and dirt were scraped off, revealing the white pig skin. Adrian brought cold water to wash it, and Richel tried to cut open the pig's belly with a knife, but he couldn't cut it open for a long time.

"Can you do it?" Chelsea gave him a sideways look and patted Lesney on the back of the head.

With a flash of cold light, the tip of the sickle quickly and ruthlessly ripped open the stomach.

"Lesney, your knife skills are good." Richel said pleasantly, the two rows of white teeth were particularly dazzling on his blood-smeared face.

The necromancer clutched the hood on his head tightly, and his skull was inexplicably cold.

The belly was disemboweled and the internal organs hadn't been taken out yet. A stench and foul smell rushed to the face. Many people turned blue. They couldn't help it and hid far away.

"It stinks."

Hayle, who came in over the wall, was still hanging on the top of the wall, and immediately turned around without saying a word.

"Adrian, take it to the river to wash." Richel said, hooking the wild boar and him with his arms and legs, and quickly moved to the seaside.

"And Lesney."

The necromancer walking into the house with the sickle on his back froze in his footsteps, and was swept away by his arms and legs the next moment while hanging upside down.

A wisp of gray ash floated down from his head, crookedly forming the words "Help".

When the sun was about to set, the three of them cut, washed and divided the meat and offal, and hired two cars to transport them back to the restaurant.

"The fishy smell is still very strong." Chelsea said disgustedly, and the thoughts of wanting to eat were instantly forgotten.

"Just add some seasoning." Richel asked everyone to stack the meat and hang it in the cellar, and pried two plates of ice from the outside to cool it down.

In fact, when digging the cellar, an ice cellar was also dug.Before it was snowing heavily, they cut off the thick ice on the Sisley River and stored it in chunks, and they could take it out and use it in summer.

The rest will be left to the two who know how to cook.

Richel took a piece of meat and put it on the chopping board. He didn't rush to do it, but let Jacob see it first.

"Cross-cut beef, sheep, and vertical-cut pigs have different textures for different meats, corresponding to different cutting methods. As I said before, chickens, ducks, and rabbits are more tender than other meats. Therefore, they should be cut diagonally so that they are not easy to fall apart. The shape will be more beautiful after being well placed."

"As for pork, you see, there are fewer tendons inside, and the meat quality is older than chicken and duck. If it is a domestic pig, the meat is more tender than beef and sheep, just cut it along the way, but we are wild boars today, you can feel the meat quality... …

It is very old, so it needs to be cut against the grain. If the grain is vertical like this, we cut it horizontally... The formula is dead, we need to maximize the quality of the meat according to different situations, so that the meat is not too old, and it is uncomfortable to eat. "

Richel taught him step by step how to handle the meat, and the Cyclops understood, and took the meat to the side to cut.

He has sharp eyes and quick hands, and he is always the most serious about whatever needs to be done.

Seeing his fast and skillful movements, Richel put down the work in hand, approached him and said, "Jacob, I will formally accept you as an apprentice."