Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Huge eyes looked at him in puzzlement and surprise.

"I don't know if I can do it well," Jacob said, "I can only blacksmith."

"Do you want to be a chef?"

"I don't know." Jacob was a little confused, "Grandpa said that you should go out and venture out while you're still young, and you shouldn't spend your entire life working in the capital of Fujing, but I don't think it's very good to wander around."

Richel became interested, "Where have you been?"

The Cyclops put down the knife and said more than twenty place names with his fingers. In his simple and concise words, it is easy to imagine how much he has gone through.

"In a forest next to Morgan Feller, I lost my tools and got separated from my companions. I couldn't cook, but I could only eat fruit. When I left the forest, I had nothing to eat. Finally, I came from the city of freedom. .” Jacob said with a bitter face.

During that time, he really had a deep-seated fear of hunger. It was like an invisible monster, chasing him all the time, anxious, but unable to get rid of it.

Now even when he feels hungry at ordinary times, he will become irritable.Once he continued to eat, Richel and Chelsea told him many times about it, and this problem could not be changed.

"If you learn how to cook, you will have this skill whether you are in the forest or in the wasteland." Richel urged, "You can make money from this if you can eat enough, so you don't have to worry about it in the future."

Jacob's heart moved slightly, then he nodded heavily, and said happily: "I will definitely do it well!"

He doesn't think much, and he is also confused about how to go in the future.He was already very happy to have delicious food in front of him.

"Cut the meat." Richel patted his strong arm, and went back to the half-finished cutting board to process the pig's head.

"Is it ready?" He shoveled the flame out of the stove, and just now asked him to burn the outer skin of the pig's head.

"I'm there every day as a coolie, but I've never had a share of delicious food."

Life is too difficult, and the flames are chilling.

Richel surrounded him with firewood, "Eating other things is not afraid of getting smelly." The smell of burnt food is indescribable.

Huo Miao hugged the firewood and rested her head on it, as if lost in memory, said quietly: "This is my punishment, everything will be reduced to ashes by my mouth."

Just as Richel wanted to ask the reason, he didn't expect that the flame had returned to the appearance of beating chicken blood. He pointed at the pork and said, "I want to taste the meat, barbecue, barbecue!"

"You'd better lick the bottom of the pot." Richel shoveled the flame back into the stove neatly.

"When Master Lesney was the owner of the hotel, he never treated me like this. I could eat barbecue every day." Huo Miao's thoughts came from inside, and no one paid attention to it.

This wild boar is very big, and its head alone already weighs more than 40 pounds. Fortunately, the pot here is not the gas stove in the past, otherwise it would need to be chopped up and put into the pot.

The dirt and fluff on the skin of the pig's head have been burned away and stuck to the skin.First, Richel put the pig's head into the pot to soak for a while, and scrubbed off the black dirt that had condensed on the surface due to burning.

The back of the pig's head was slashed with a sickle, and the face was kept on the front. It still looks like a whole, and the door looks good.

Rinse away the blood overflowing from the knife edge of the head, then put a large amount of onion ginger wine with the pig's head, put a rattan mat under it, cook slowly over a warm fire, and scrape off the foam.

When I took it out and smelled it again, the pork did not have much fishy smell, so I changed the water, changed the green onion and ginger, boiled it again, and then scrubbed it back and forth.

It took a lot of time to get rid of the peculiar smell, but this is the taste guarantee made later.Otherwise, no matter how fragrant it is after cooking, it will have a disgusting beasty smell, and the taste will not be pure.

Adrian and the others were waiting in the lobby hungry. They went in to help just now, but they were kicked out by Richel. At that time, they were already cooking the pig's head with a mat on it, so they didn't need to look at the pot, so they had to go back to the lobby , continue to wait.

Not long after, even Richel came out.

Adrian looked up from the table, saw that he didn't even look at this side, and walked directly towards the group of people sitting together in the corner, muttering something in a low voice, Gnar followed him upstairs.

Hu Fu and the others felt apprehensive and uneasy.

Gnar followed Richel upstairs and walked to a private room not far from the stairs.

"Sit." Richel motioned.

"Yes, Master Richel." Gnar was a little embarrassed, looking at the calm and calm person opposite, he really felt that the other person was different from himself.

There was no fire in the house, and the afterglow of the sun had also dissipated. The sky outside the window was dark blue, and the light in the house was dim. It was as dim as a giant beast, pressing heavily on the heart.

Gnar could hear his thunderous panting more clearly, the more this happened, the more uneasy he felt, and the louder his panting.

"How does it feel to be a groom for a few days?" Richel asked gently.

"It's not bad, this job is quite easy, but those horses are not very obedient, their legs are slow, and their tempers are still irritable. They should be taught a lesson, or buy a new batch."

"Gnar, I didn't invite you here to create problems."

Gnar's expression froze, he put his hands on his knees, and lowered his head.

"You gave me a lot of suggestions, maybe because of different perspectives, we have different views, it doesn't matter, there are so many races in the restaurant, thinking and behavior are never different, we never force each other to think the same as our own. "

"However, what I don't like the most is your attitude." Richel's voice became stern.

"Attitude? What attitude?" Gnar said with a livid face, his hands clenched tightly, as if he was holding on to something.

"Let me just ask you, you, Hu Fu, and your children, do you really have the idea to integrate into the restaurant, work hard, make money, and live with us?"

"Of course, I..." Gnar was eager to argue, but found Richel looking at him with a frosty face.

"I don't have a deep impression of living outside the city, but I occasionally meet Gabi and the others on the road. Although they are bullying others, they still greet me kindly, and they treat me like an uncle.

But after he came here, he took your children to make a fuss, and developed a strange hatred for me. Isn't there any hint of your husband and wife in it? "

"We won't do that."

Richel interrupted him with his hand, "You husband and wife complain that things are difficult to do, but have you ever thought about why you are the only one complaining. Those children who wash dishes with you and earn pocket money are poor, but the money in their hands At least a few bucks more than you, when have they complained of suffering and tiredness? If you have a good brain, why are you working as a coolie with me?"

Gnar stood up suddenly, looking at him angrily.

"Are you blaming me for my poor brain? You are my brother. Back then, we avoided the debt collection of the rascal Pien, got punched together, and shared the bread given by the lord. Have you forgotten all of this?"

"Who gave you half a loaf of bread when you were dying of starvation? Who carried you home when you were beaten bloody? Look what you're doing to our family now ?”

"You have become a dignified and respectable person, you have entered and exited the mansions of nobles in the city, called them brothers and sisters, washed away all the dirty past, and forced us to call you master, don't you feel very happy?"

"Look at us washing dishes and washing vegetables in disgrace all day long. We are so tired that we can't straighten our backs. The two of us can only earn one hundred copper coins a day, and we have to continue to work the next day. And if you just shake the spoon a few times, someone will take the initiative to take the gold coins and silver coins. You are very proud of handing it to you, aren't you?"

"Because you let us live in a low-level room full of dust and moths that no one has stepped into for ten years, and you feel that you are more noble than a monk. We should be grateful for it!"

The more Gnar spoke, the more excited he became, his whole face turned red, and he kicked over the chair by his feet angrily. The sulking in his heart for half a month finally came out today.

For a moment, he felt lighter than ever before.

He is not tall, even if he is standing now, he is only a little taller than Richel who is sitting.He raised his chin proudly to gain momentum.

"So what about the blood of elves flowing through your body, after all, you are still a half-human!" He had already torn his face and was fearless.

"Half-human!" At this moment, it was as if he was uttering a curse that would make the other person miserable for the rest of his life, vicious and carefree.

"Finished?" Richel looked at him quietly, his eyes were bright and sad.

Gnar was taken aback, and suddenly felt as if he was hitting the water with all his strength.

"I bought this chair for 145 copper coins." Richel did a quick calculation, "The things in the private room that Gabi and the others broke last time were also bought with my money. I spent a total of 5 coins and 672 copper coins. The bag of money I lent you to see a doctor is at least 900 copper coins, not a fraction, and you owe me a total of 6 silver and 717 copper coins."

"You gave me that bag of copper coins! I never asked you to borrow it!" Gnar's lips trembled. From the beginning, he had no intention of paying it back.

"Okay, then it doesn't count, when I use this money to buy off the previous friendship between you and Richel." He said flatly, "You saved Richel, and I saved your child."

"You are so clear on the other end, why don't you count the past..." Gnar was a little panicked, this was to break up with him, he hurriedly mentioned the past again.

"Don't worry, you're always talking about the past, now let's just figure it out once and for all."

Richel said: "I borrowed your stove and pot at the beginning, and I returned the thirty copper coins I borrowed to you later, and you were thinking about what I borrowed from you. But think about it, it was your extra money that was left idle. No need, I have no loss to you whether I borrow or not;

Secondly, I didn’t use it up; secondly, I also gave you half a salted fish, the price of which can not only cover the rent, but even the bread money you gave me. "

Gnar was speechless, there was such a thing.

"6 silver coins, 717 copper coins, you and Hu Fu's wages for the past half month, count as 1 silver coin, and the odds will be wiped off for you, which is the greatest tolerance. The remaining 5 silver coins will be charged at [-]% interest per month , pay me back with interest as soon as possible."

Richel stood up unbearably.

Gnar hadn't washed since the day he came to the restaurant, and no matter how tightly he covered his body with the jacket, it couldn't cover up the sour smell on his body.

Pungent and stuffy.

"I won't invite you to dinner tonight. You should tidy up your room. When I get up early tomorrow, I want to see you waiting for me downstairs with your things."

Before going out, he turned his head and asked again, "Take away your things, especially the broken stove behind the pine tree in the yard, I don't want anything from you, and don't come to me for it later, trying to use your own Smashing corners to blackmail other people's things. I forgot to take it, and you can go to the garbage dump when the time comes."

Gnar remained silent with a livid face, trying to defend himself but couldn't.

Richer looked at his expression, sighed, and finally persuaded: "Being a beggar for a long time, don't learn how to stand up."

Adrian and the others sat around the long table and ate pumpkin seeds, while Gabi and the others sitting at the customer's table stared straight at them.The white melon seeds exude a burnt aroma, with the taste of salt grains after heating, very salty.

Hu Fu coaxed the child in his arms restlessly, making noise all night, it was so annoying that he really wanted to just throw it on the table and let him cry.

There was a tapping sound coming down the stairs, and Richel went downstairs into the kitchen.

Hu Fu was wondering, when Gnar's exasperated voice exploded at the stairs, "You slackers, hurry up and pack your things, they don't want us anymore, throw us away like snot, what are you still doing sitting there? His watchdog!"

Hu Fu was startled at first, then became angry, and yelled at the kitchen curtain: "We are snot, what is he? Putting on clothes that are too eye-catching, and pretending to be a respectable lord? All hyenas Know……"

Before she finished cursing, her throat was speechless.

On the opposite side, everyone looked at them mockingly, with murderous intent and coercion wantonly released.

That's the aura that only those who have seen blood really have, and it's much stronger than those scoundrels they've seen.

Hu Fu picked up the child and dragged Gabi's sleeve to go upstairs.

When Richel came out with the dishes, the lobby was already peaceful.

"What delicious food did you cook?" Adrian leaned over smelling the smell, but was blocked by Richel in disgust.

"Grilled pig's face." He put a whole plate of pig's head in the middle of the table.

The bright red thick sauce was wrapped on a huge pig's head, and it was surrounded by a circle of green white vegetables for decoration. Lichel brought a pair of chopsticks and poked it lightly, causing a hole in the pig's skin.

"It's festive," Hastings affirmed.

Aristocrats usually eat pig heads during festivals. The method is exquisite and the materials are high-quality, which is far more valuable than pig heads.

They remove the bones, marinate them in brown sugar and spiced salt for a few days, color and flavor them, and then fill the limp pig's head with minced meat, truffles and nuts to reshape the head into its original form. shape.

Finally, put the meat into the broth and boil for a day. After it is out of the pot, stuff two lard balls with black truffles under the eyelids. The delicacy when served on the table is a vivid red pig's head.

The one in front of him is also red, and it can be seen that it has been boiled softly, and the bones have been removed. A pig's face and skin are completely displayed on the front. Hastings has a sense of seeing the owner's table by mistake, and he is a little embarrassed and uneasy.

Jacob brought a plate of thin pancakes from the back and distributed them to everyone one by one. Chelsea tore a corner and took a bite. It was a thin sheet, golden and crispy on the outside, and layered on the inside, so it would not be hard to eat.

"Don't eat them all, it's for pig's head meat." Richel reminded, and poked the chopsticks not far from the opening. Each chopstick had a hole in it, and when it was closed in the middle, the pig's face was split open.

Pick up the red skin, let out a pinch of heat, revealing a little white to bright fat inside, and light pink lean meat under the fat, all exposed.

I don't know who slobbered.

Grilled pig's face is a famous dish, it looks like a pig's head, but it took four hours of washing, steaming, thickening, bone removal, and arranging, and finally it became a seemingly ordinary pig's head. The mind and spices spent are no less than vegetarian bear's paw, even more and more expensive.

Lesney also came out of the kitchen, carrying a scythe, climbed up to the table for the first time, and sat at the short end of the table.

In front of him, there was an identical Grilled Pig's Head, but it was an almost transparent soul body.

The scythe became smaller in his hand, and Leisni raised the knife in his hand gentlemanly, imitating Richel's position and slashed.

"This is..." Hayle wondered.

A smear of ash appeared on the skull, "The magic that Chelsea and I jointly researched."

I feel a little bit of pride in the words.

Chelsea lazily raised the malt wine in his hand and gestured to him.

The races that Lesney killed with his scythe belonged to him. If it was matched with a spell, Richel's cooking method would also work on the undead, and he could also taste the same delicacy in their mouths.

"You are so small and have such a big pig's head all to yourself," Hayle put his hands on his hips, a little dissatisfied, "It's not fair."

In the ear came the mocking sound of the skull's jaws colliding up and down.

"If you want to eat, pass the cake." Richel said, and successfully diverted Hayle's attention.

Chopsticks can easily tear apart a piece of meat. The strips of lean meat have clear texture and maintain the original pink color after cooking, and have a charming aroma of spices and sauce. Only the end is the other side of the pig's head, which is also dipped Arrived in red sauce.

Hayil took Richel's pancake with pig's head meat on it, grabbed the chopsticks clumsily, and couldn't wait to put the meat in his mouth.

The sliced ​​meat trembled tremblingly in the chopsticks, which was so cute that I wanted to eat it into my mouth quickly to prevent it from escaping from the chopsticks.

The lean meat is mixed with a thin layer of fat, and the surface is shiny and clear. The aroma of pork is close at hand, lingering on the tip of the nose for a long time.

The lean meat on the pig's head can be regarded as the tenderest part of the whole pig, and even the pitiful little bit of fat under the skin serves to increase the tenderness of the lean meat.

Put it in your mouth, there is no greasy taste at all, only tender, soft, and soft, it really melts in your mouth, and it melts as soon as you sip it.

The whole piece of meat can be eaten directly to taste the umami of the meat itself. It can be dipped in the sauce made by thickening the marinade dripping on the skin. The braised flavors in the meat complement each other and add richness to the taste.

"Chi Liu" ate it into his mouth with chopsticks, and drank a mouthful of fresh pig blood. Hayer smacked his mouth, satisfied.

In the past, the animal blood of beasts had a strong fishy smell, and the blood race didn't like it very much.Today, after adding the pig's blood, Richel kept stirring with a rattan brush and adding salt at the same time.

After the blood is not coagulated, put some suitable wine and spices and let it stand to remove the fishy smell.After filtering, it became something that was both the source of life and wine in his wine glass, and it was really delicious to drink.

He thought, in the future, he could introduce more blood races to come over, drink blood, eat vegetables, and chat, which is much better than guarding the empty manor alone.

After sharing a round of lean meat, Richel also picked a piece of pigskin for himself and put it in his mouth.

The pork skin has been stewed to the point of being gelatinous, and it goes well with the crispy and dry cake. The meat of the pig's nose is firmer than that of the pig's face, and it doesn't taste greasy.

The most quintessential and delicious part of the pig's head is the pig's ear. Richer prepared a small knife and cut one side of the ear into strips, sharing a bit for each person.

It is the first time for many people to eat a whole pig's head, only to find that the meat quality of different parts of the pig's head is different.

Chelsea had long forgotten the distaste for the stench of raw meat in the evening, how stinky it was then, it smells so good now.

She picked up a piece of pig's ear, which is different from the tender ones from other places. There are bones in the ear, not soft, but not hard, and it is crispy and fragrant when chewed.

"It's so delicious." Hayle burped.

Worried about getting too tired of eating, Lichel actually prepared a few side dishes, but unfortunately no one put chopsticks down.

"Finally I can eat pork." Adrian said with emotion, "I haven't tasted pork since I was with you."

He also tasted pork at a banquet before, but unfortunately the smell of spices could not cover up the taste of the pork itself. There were all kinds of peculiar smells mixed in, so it was hard to say whether it was delicious or not.

Richel grabbed Adrian's ear with one free hand and gently twisted it, successfully making him eat the spicy ear once, "Do you often eat this?"

"My dear, your temper is getting more and more irritable. Is it the courtship period?" Adrian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into it.

"Only you can have this kind of thing, okay?" Richer rubbed his ears with all his strength, and put pig's ears full of chopsticks on his dinner plate.

"Richer, you can't be so partial!" Chelsea yelled.

Five heads were lying on the railing at the stairway, looking down eagerly.

Smelling the same taste, but not being able to eat it, not only the stomach, but also the soul is suffering.

"Whose saliva is dripping?" Gabi lowered her voice and said angrily.

Everyone looked at the third child in unison. There was a silver thread hanging from the corner of his mouth, which was stretched and slender.

Hearing this, he wiped the corners of his mouth, smacked his mouth, and said pitifully: "I can't hold back."

The rest of the people had nothing to criticize him, their faces were calm, and they were all secretly swallowing.

The saliva swallowed more and more, and his mouth became more and more thirsty. Gabi even felt that the sound of his throat was about to cover the laughter downstairs.

It was very cold in winter. In order to unify the style of the first floor, Richer had torn down the fireplace to the death. Now the temperature in the room dropped rapidly, and the pork head became cold in no time. Jelly.

The meat quality of the pork has become firmer and chewier, the pork belt has become more tenacious, and it is stained with solidified jelly, giving it another flavor.

After cutting off a piece, everyone simply started directly, stuffing it into their mouths one by one.

It was a little salty at the beginning, but it was also soft and elastic. The jelly melted in the mouth, and the taste was even better than before.

"Master Richel."

Seeing that they had almost finished eating, everyone slumped in their seats, stroking their chubby bellies.Hastings, who was sitting opposite, stood behind Richel at some point.

"Gnar is leaving, do you still need a groom?"

Richer was overjoyed, and then felt helpless, why did this man keep staring at the groom's seat.

It seems that it is too early to talk to Gnar.

"What do you think? Hei..." As he spoke, he suddenly forgot how to pronounce his name, felt awkward for a moment, and said affectionately, "Xiao Hei, if I want a coachman, there are many people on the street who can do it. "

Hastings was silent for a long time, and finally said: "In my recommendation letter, you wrote that my position is the operation officer. But I have never paid anything formally for this position in the restaurant."

"The restaurant's advice and suggestions are inseparable from everyone."

He bent down and saluted: "Please give me a chance to make me worthy of this position."

"And your appreciation." He said respectfully.

Richel stood up and said with a smile: "You are the candidate for the chief butler of the noble family. You are much more familiar with personnel deployment and event arrangements than I am. It is my honor to have you in the restaurant."

Xiao Hei is stable, careful, and meticulous in dealing with problems. He has the excellent quality of being orderly and unruffled after formal guidance and training. He also has his own ideas about some things. Richer has always valued his ability.

The only thing that makes Richel dissatisfied is that he is too unprogressive.

He didn't know whether Hastings was real or fake, and he was willing to be a coachman all the time.At the beginning, the city lord was angry and pointed him over casually. He might be dissatisfied with this arrangement in his heart.

Richel didn't know what the other party was thinking. He was talking heart-to-heart, but he hadn't gotten to know each other to that level, so let's not talk about it. He was not careless like those people in Chelsea. Fighting for your own future.

How to keep him and get rid of his thoughts of leaving has become a problem.

There are not many that Richel can offer.

The temple is small, and he also wants to enshrine a big Buddha here.

The Buddha with one heart.

When they sat back in their seats, Richel winked teasingly at Adrian, who looked at him inexplicably.

This boar is just the icing on the cake.

late at night.

Several children danced and talked about the smell they smelled tonight, each with great interest, Hu Fu sneered: "Then what's the use of smelling, we're going to move out tomorrow."

For a moment, all the sounds in the room disappeared.

"Will you not move out, Tim loves it here," pleaded the youngest child.

"Leave here, where do we live?" Things have reached this level, and Gabi is more concerned about this practical issue.

"Ask your useless father." Hu Fu shook the baby in his hand and drove them away impatiently.

Gnar slammed the door angrily and left.

"It's so late, what are you doing?"

"Move the stove!"

"I'm still thinking about the use of that broken stove...my silver...you moved my iron box, didn't you!" Hu Fu said in despair, grabbed the cane next to him and started beating people.

In the darkness, a hand with distinct joints and no flesh and blood quickly flipped a silver coin between its fingers. With a light flick, the silver coin turned into a needle-like silver light, and flew downstairs faster than Nar, accurately It fell into the slight gap left by the side drawer of the counter.

Gnar opened the yard door, and a gust of cold wind poured in directly, blinding him directly.

Coughing twice, he rubbed his face, it was cold in the middle of the night, and he had to encounter these bad things.

He casually found a wooden stick in front of the stove, opened the lid of the fish oil and stirred it, put it into the stove where the remaining fire remained, and lit the torch.

With a torch, I walked through the stools and chairs randomly placed outside the yard, the rockery pool, the vegetable fields planted with leeks and garlic, and the laurel trees that were still saplings, and finally found my own among the pine trees and the pile of dead leaves beside the courtyard wall. stove.

He brushed off the leaves on his face a few times, gritted his teeth and dragged the stove out. His arms, which had not been exercised for many years, were no longer bearable. Before he took a few steps, he tripped over and fell to the ground with his entire buttocks.

"Bitch!" Gnar kicked the stove, looking around dejectedly.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

There is a row of sheds on the right side of the yard. Under the sheds not far away, there is a cellar where the ice and snow are not covered.

He excitedly opened the cellar door, and when he came out again, he carried a large piece of wild boar on his back.

Pork is already very expensive, but wild pork is more expensive than ordinary pork. If you can find a nobleman and sell it for a good price, plus the little spare money you have on hand, you will definitely be able to rent a hut in the city of freedom, open a small shop, and go to At that time, he also worked as a chef...

Before the dream was finished, two people appeared in front of him, standing in front of him.

"Richer, look, I'm not wrong, he's just stealing meat."

The torch in his hand suddenly spoke, Gnar was startled, and immediately threw it out, landing on the snow.

"I'm going to die, Richel, help me and pick me up."

"Is the fire as noisy as you?" Richel picked up the stick helplessly. In the crackling and burning fire, he smelled a familiar smell of fish oil, and his face turned colder.

"I'm unique, so you have to be nice to me and roast more meat."

"I like to smell it so much. In the private room on the second floor, you can go up and help them barbecue in the future."

"What I want is your words." The flames turned blue-purple excitedly, and in the dark night, Richel's face was reflected like a ghost.

Gnar couldn't help taking a step back.

Ten minutes later, Gnar, his wife and children were thrown out of the restaurant with a pile of junk.

Richel was standing in front of the window, and he could still hear Hu Fu's curses on the street.

After two consecutive days of blizzard, the roofs of different heights, thick walls, and old branches of every household were covered with snow.

In the morning, Richel pushed open the door outside the yard, the sun shone on the surrounding white snow, the silver light shone, very dazzling.

The weather was bad, and there was no one on the road, so he simply closed his business for a rest, sitting around the fire to eat and drink, or wrapped in a thick cashmere blanket and Adrian nestled in the room listening to the sound of the wind and snow, lying down until his bones were crisp up.

The smoke from the cooking houses next door wafted up, and the smell of toasted bread and bacon wafted. A few half-orcs shoveled the snow onto the car not far away on the road to clear the way out. The next rustle.

"Boss Richel, it's rare to see you wake up so late." The owner of the bakery next door greeted with a smile, exhaling white gas, blurring his rough face.

"It's too cold these days to do business, so why not take a vacation for yourself." Bread is a necessity for people here, but his food is not.

"You don't have to work so hard, you'll be ashamed to be your neighbor." Hotels and restaurants are always the first to open on this street, "I have a heart that wants to make money, but there's no way." Richer waved his arms, " A restless temper."

"Wait until spring, are you going to hold a chopsticks training class again?" The boss asked eagerly, and he participated in every session.It's a pity that his rough fingers can't keep up with the speed of his brain.

"It's still early, it hasn't been confirmed yet." Richel laughed.

"Soon, there will be three heavy snowfalls, one will be warmed up after another, the coldest time has passed, and spring is coming."

spring?

Richel's movements of stretching his muscles and bones slowed down.

Sure enough, he still had something to do.

The weather is fine, which is the best time to dry the seeds.

Although the things from Cambes Continent are good, it will take a month at the fastest to transport them back and forth, so it is better to find someone to grow them here, as the summer time in Liberty City is very long.Although the temperature conditions are not as good as Cambes, it is more convenient and faster.

The oven in the yard is roasting wild boar meat. There is no smoke, but the smell of burnt meat seems to be wafting from nowhere.

Jacob was clearing snow in the yard, and Adrian took out the seeds from the storage room on the second floor to dry. These were carefully selected by Licher when the goods first arrived, and they were full and round. It's just that it was almost autumn at that time, so there was no mention of planting.

He sat under the eaves and picked out the shriveled and shriveled seeds little by little. After sifting, Hayle came at some time and threw snowballs at each other with Jacob.

Jacob had big hands, and the snowball he squeezed was as big as Hayle's whole body. When the ball hit it, Hayle was completely submerged in the snow, and he disappeared.

"It's not fair! Idiot, you bully me!" Hayle got out angrily, "Don't move, let me hit it once, otherwise I won't play with you."

Jacob had no choice but to stand obediently on the spot, really motionless.

Hayle held the snowball in his little hand and threw it hard at him.

No pain, no pain, Jacob didn't even move.

The blood race displayed his incomparable speed, and in a short while, hundreds of snowballs rose into the air and threw them at him in unison.

The white ball exploded on the skin, turned into soft snow, and slid to the ground.

Jacob scratched his arm, itching a little.

Haier blushed with anger, and threw himself on him to scratch him.

The two made a fuss on the snow, and Adrian became unhappy, "Go to the side, brats, don't touch the dustpan."

As soon as the words were finished, Richer under the eaves was hit by a seedling, and a snowball was hit on the face.

Hayle immediately hid behind Jacob, shrunk into a ball, not daring to look at Adrian with a gloomy face.

"Do you want to fight?" The octopus walked over, waving its arms and legs with a murderous look.

Suddenly, something soft touched his back.

Turning around, the snow was sliding down his back.

A snowball smashed through without any strength.Richer originally wanted to remind him that he was just joking, but when he saw Adrian still dared to stare at him, he sat under the eaves and kneaded the snow, and threw another blow at him without saying a word.

Adrian raised his eyebrows, the kid was in a mess.

Richel smashed another ball, and the octopus easily caught it.He was amazed, yet unconvinced in his heart, he threw a few to the opposite side, caught them all with his arms and feet, and threw some back to him.

As soon as Chelsea opened the door, a snowball exploded under his feet, and a shadow rushed out, kneading the snowball persistently, and threw it at Adrian.

While blocking the oncoming snowballs, Adrian non-stop kneaded new ones and threw them at the opposite side, and also took care of the drying seeds, in case Richel went crazy and accidentally threw the snowballs over.

Richer shot completely according to his mood. Seeing that he would block the dustpan drying in the sun, he became even more unscrupulous and threw all the snowballs he made over there.

The octopus caught the ball in a hurry, but did not dare to use too much force. The snowball made by Richel didn't use much strength, and it would break if it was slightly stressed. If it fell into the dustpan, a corner of the seed would be wet.

The eight tentacles were concentrated and guarded against death. Before I could react, I was thrown to the ground.

The black animal skin jacket and layers of cashmere sweater wrapped in Richel doubled the size of the person, and he pressed Adrian to the ground with clumsy hands and feet, hugged his waist tightly, and locked his hands in his arms. He smiled and said, "Have you admitted defeat?"

Adrian looked at him helplessly, "It's freezing, get up."

Richel's white cheeks were flushed at the moment, and with his cheerful laughter, he exhaled clouds of white mist, which mixed with the light body fragrance evaporated from his sweating body, making people itch.

"Just say you lost."

"You lost." The octopus straightened the crooked rabbit wool hat on Lichel's head with his arms and legs, so that his eyes would not be blocked and uncomfortable.

"No." Richel elongated his voice, soft and waxy, as if acting like a spoiled child, which made people's ears warm.

"It's you who lost, not me. Say it quickly." He poked Adrian's cheek with the tip of his cold nose, urging him to do what he wanted.

Adrian couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, I lost."

Richel smiled slightly, and just about to let go, his arms and legs wrapped around his waist, and the next moment, he was directly surrounded by groups and fell to the ground