Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Adrian went to the ugly slug to borrow a water magician, and it took two full days to clean the entire building.When the magician scrambled and crawled out of the restaurant, he was so sick that he vomited and collapsed.

It was so dirty, he had never done such a menial job in his life.

The next step is decoration.

Richer and Hastings had discussed the renovation of the restaurant.

Hastings prefers to completely renovate the upstairs at one time. Removing the unclean corners is good for the downstairs environment, and there is no need to always think about decoration in the future.

Richel also had this idea, but it might be difficult in terms of funds. After thinking about it, he took out the remaining sweet potatoes and corn, and made all of them into maltose.

"A chopsticks training class can be held in the north of the city in the near future." Richel pondered, "When the weather gets warmer, everyone will want to come out and walk around."

The chopsticks training class can arouse the curiosity of the people here in a novel way. While participating in the competition, it also promotes the use of chopsticks, increases the popularity of the restaurant, and becomes a personalized label that is different from other restaurants.When they come to the restaurant to eat, they won't be embarrassed because they don't know how to use chopsticks, and they can serve multiple purposes.

At least he has not seen anyone eating with his hands after entering a hotel or restaurant.

"But you don't need so much sugar as a prize." Hastings poured him a glass of hot wine. "We can borrow the power of the monastery."

"A monastery?" Richel recalled the kind face of the bishop.

"Sugar can cure diseases, and so can the blessings given to them by God." Hastings said meticulously, "After the heavy snowfall, monks came to our restaurant to eat more often."

Presumably the meals in the monastery have long been tiresome.

Richel felt sad, "Sugar, in fact, can't cure diseases. They misunderstand like this, but we can't deceive people like this."

Hastings was a little surprised. In his perception, candy is a symbol of wealth and a panacea.

"Then don't decorate for the time being?"

Richel shook his head, "Let's renovate the third floor first. After spring, the business will get better and better. By then, the second floor may not be enough."

An old gentleman stood at the door, leaning on the ground with a cane, squinting at the building in front of him.

The smooth gray-white rock reflects the sense of solidity and solidity. The flag of the restaurant is hung on the iron rod at the door, which is no different from the surrounding shops and houses, except that the door and the four large windows on the left and right are pasted with paper. Some novelty.

The lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed gently in the wind. The old gentleman walked into the hotel and restaurant and found a wooden sugar sign hanging on the stone wall beside the door.

"Interesting, there are people who can make candy in this kind of place." He glanced at it and entered the lobby.

Seeing a customer coming in, Richel finished the conversation with Hastings, and handed him the design drawing of the private room, while stepping forward to entertain the customer.

The old gentleman chose a seat by the window and sat down, and put the chopstick holder and candle holder aside in disgust.

"What's your main dish here?"

Richel quickly introduced a few items, seeing that he was a new customer, and ordered him soup-like snacks that could be eaten with a spoon.

"This is a bit of a novelty." The old gentleman said, but he was not satisfied. "I heard that you also use beans for cooking here?"

"Yes, tofu, would you like some? We have here..." He casually introduced five or six items.

The old gentleman said impatiently: "Let's have a few of them. By the way, there is also stewed fish."

Then the scope is wide.

Seeing that he turned his head to the side and closed his eyes, with an expression of "I'm done", Richer could only think about it and go back to the kitchen.

Richel fished out a big fish from the pond in the yard, and asked Adrian to kill and clean it. Before cutting the fish, the bone was specially removed, so the old man should be careful when eating it.

Hot pan with cold oil, first put the bacon bought outside, sliced ​​into thin slices, only a handful, once put into the pan, the smell of smoke and meat will be stimulated, with the pine scent of firewood, between fat and thin It is flowing red and light yellow, outlining the pattern of fleshy texture.

Then continue to put the onion, ginger and garlic ingredients, go to the backyard to pick two bay leaves, take a dried chili and cut it into several sections, and put it in the pot, fearing that customers will not be able to stand the taste, it is useless.

After the bean paste is also put into the pot and stir-fried, start to put in large pieces of fish meat, the fish skin is fishy, ​​and fry it down first to remove the fishy smell. The white mist that filled the pot dispersed, taking away the fishy smell.

"The moment the wine is poured into the pot, that's the sound I like to hear the most." Adrian took a deep breath. Last time it was pear-flavored, but this time it changed again.

"You don't think the smell of smoke is too strong, just get out of the way." Richel laughed and pushed him out of the stove, "Go get a bowl of water."

He turned the fish in the pot again, and Adrian's water was there.

"Yesterday you went to Reston to look around. Is there any suitable storefront?" Richel asked, pouring water into the pot and starting to stew the fish.

"No, they are all expensive." Adrian said, he was thinking whether to "borrow" some money from his old friend, or ask him to "give" himself a room directly.

It feels feasible.

"Money is needed everywhere." Richel was a little worried, "I just made a small fortune by selling sugar, and I'm going to spend it again."

"Then we won't decorate or open a store." Adrian didn't quite understand, "To make myself so tired is to make myself suffer."

"This is called a necessary investment." Richel added salt and soy sauce, shiitake mushroom powder and a little vinegar into the pot, covered the pot and continued to simmer for a while.

"Such delicious food, I want more people to taste it." He said, "Besides, I'm not as good as I used to be."

He used to work in a restaurant from noon to late at night, deliver food for two hours after get off work, and set up a stall for breakfast in the morning.

"Will you grow bones in your spare time?" Adrian curled his lips and rubbed his shoulders.

"I just like the feeling of being busy." Richel slapped away the tentacles pinching his shoulders, and warned: "From now on, during the daytime, no matter if there are other people, stay one meter away from me."

Adrian moved away.

"And your feet." Richel kicked him with his arms and legs on the ground, don't think he didn't know what this man was up to.

"Why?" This made the octopus unhappy.

"The dragon egg is watching." Richel thought for a long time and only thought of this reason, "This is bad prenatal education."

The silently growing dragon egg in the corner suddenly trembled and rolled to the corner by the cupboard to hide itself.

"How many times have I kissed, if it's not good, it will go to school early."

Imagine a newborn baby dragon, squinting and wanting to kiss others, and Richel is even more refusing.

"Give me a reliable reason, and I'll listen to you right away."

Richel pointed to his right eye, "You remove the pattern from my eye."

"I can't help it." They are all sacrifices to the mouth, how can they slip away.

"That hides like you."

"You can't use magic, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"That's nothing to talk about." Richel turned around coldly.

Depressedly, Adrian moved back to his reclining chair and looked at him dumbfounded.

Richel drained the soup in the pot, the fish meat absorbed enough flavor, the surface was golden, and the fragrance wafting out was very tempting.

Sprinkle a handful of coriander and leeks, simmer for a while, and serve on a plate.

The old gentleman leaned against the edge of the window and dozed off with the sun coming in from the window, his nose moved, and he opened his eyes just in time to see Richel bring the dishes.

At this moment, the number of people in the restaurant began to increase, most of them were regular customers from the nearby blocks, and there were also a few waiters who were waiting to get the food. When they saw Richel, they greeted him cordially.

Blinking his eyes hard, the old gentleman wiped his nose with a handkerchief, and sat upright to receive his meal.

"The stewed fish you want." After putting it on the table, Richel went back to the kitchen to make braised tofu.

He squinted and saw that there were several large pieces of fish on the square wooden plate with rounded corners.

It was different from the fish stew he had eaten in the inner city before.

The stewed fish is cooked with milk, with a rich milky aroma and the taste of wine. This dish doesn't seem to have any soup, so why is it called a stew.

I searched, but there is no fork yet.

People who already had a bad impression of this restaurant fell even further at this moment.

"Sure enough, it's a restaurant run by commoners." He took out a spoon and dug out a piece of fish.

Different from the skin, the inner layer of the fish is white in color, and you can taste the freshness and tenderness of the fish, plus the crispy outer layer and the mixed taste of the spice sauce, which is quite different from what you have eaten before.

The old gentleman took a sip and waved towards the opposite side.

Chelsea yawned tearfully, turned over and went back to sleep.

"Uh..." It's too rude, how do you do business!

The old gentleman had no choice but to pick up the spoon, hesitated to take another bite, frowned, and shouted, "Boss!"

Richel was coming out of the kitchen with a plate of dumplings and chaos.

"What's the matter?" He put the dishes on the table and asked him.

"Fish stew has no milk, no wine, how can it be considered a fish stew!" The old gentleman beckoned him to approach, pointing to the stewed fish, "There is no fork, and the priests would recommend you this restaurant, it's ridiculous, they Don’t they all eat with their hands?”

"They use chopsticks." Richel took out two and made a demonstration, "However, you can also eat with a spoon."

"What to do if you encounter a fishbone."

"Can you pick out fishbone with a fork?" Richel was curious, since he had never seen it before.

The old gentleman choked, his heart was full of anger, and his expression became even worse, "This is not your concern, chef. Using a fork is a symbol of status, so it's as barbaric and rude as you are to grab it with your hands."

He looked around and suddenly found that no one was eating vegetables with his hands.

What they held in their hands was exactly the thing called "chopsticks" that Richel had demonstrated to him.

Richel put the chopsticks back into the chopstick barrel, "You can continue to use the spoon to scoop up food, I have removed all the bones from the fish, there are no bones."

The old gentleman's face was a little ugly.

When the person walked away, he reluctantly picked up the spoon and took another sip.

"For the sake of being considerate of you." He ate the fish meat into his mouth thoughtfully.

"If the restaurant in the inner city hadn't closed down, and the owner and chef had disappeared, I would never have set foot in such a place in my life."

He took another bite, and really didn't find any thorns, so eating fish was much more convenient than before.

"What do you think, sir?" When Richel came out again, he brought the braised tofu with a bottle of wine, "Both fish and tofu are full of flavor, and it's best to drink with wine. Many people like Like this pairing."

"I'm not the majority here." The old gentleman said dissatisfiedly, "Without milk and wine, how can it be considered fish stew."

Richel saw that the plate of fish was almost finished.

"Do you need any other dishes?"

"No need." The old gentleman handed him the copper coins and said stiffly, "The spices also smell strange, not even as good as the newly invented moldy beans in that restaurant in the inner city."

Richel was also helpless, can moldy beans be eaten?

He shook his head, and continued to work in the kitchen, only to find that Adrian had put the recliner across the kitchen door, with a look of lovelessness and abandonment on his face.

"Get up, it's not that I don't want you anymore, why are you pretending to be so pitiful." He kicked his arms and legs limp on the ground, "There are too many people, let's start working."

"No, it takes a sweet kiss from the person you love the most to be motivated."