Octopus Online Feeding Guide

When you find an extremely outrageous thing happened, there are already hundreds of clues behind the event leading you to it.

It's just that you only realize it belatedly when it actually happens.

When the maid put the washed skirt in front of Grice's eyes, she realized that she had left something behind in the so-called teasing game the day before yesterday.

More importantly, on that day, she and Valais ate face to face at the same table, and she didn't think that Sir's brain was old enough to forget all the people and things that happened just now.

Grice was restless all morning. Before lunch, she boarded the carriage and went to the outer city.

Walking into the lobby of the hotel and restaurant, it was as lively as ever. She walked into the kitchen with ease, and came across a reclining chair lying in the middle of the road.

"Get out of the way," Grice said, "I have something to say to Richel."

"If you want to go out to order food for lunch, don't think you are familiar with us and eat our meals every day."

"A lot of what you eat is not listed for sale, how can I order it?" Grice was dissatisfied, "Even if I eat with you, I didn't pay for every meal. No, I have something to say to Richel, by the way For dinner."

"Adrian, the dishes are ready." Richel shouted at the stove, and turned to chop the radishes.

With his arms and legs rolled up, Adrian put his hands behind his head, "Do you think he's free to listen to your ramblings now?"

Looking at the busy figure, Grice could only swallow his words, and sat at the counter outside the door, watching Chelsea take orders.

Two figures walked up and down the stairs, Grice looked up, and his eyes happened to collide with one of them.

Sir Valley.

He did come here.Grice was a little apprehensive, and her intuition told her that something was going to happen.

But she didn't know what it was.

"Miss Sai'an, when did you come to the city?" the old gentleman asked in surprise.

Grace saluted respectfully and replied, "Aunt Elise's old illness has relapsed, and I will go to the city with my mother to visit her."

"I heard that the countess is almost recovering from her illness, and the new bishop is very powerful."

"In fact, the owner of the restaurant recommended by the bishop is even more powerful. He cured my aunt's illness."

The old gentleman was a little surprised and remembered the wooden sugar sign hanging at the door.

"What an astonishing lad."

"Indeed." Valle agreed casually.

The dark eyes stayed on him for a long time, and Grice clenched his hands behind the counter, almost out of breath with tension.

"Let's go." After paying the bill, Valais and the old gentleman walked out of the restaurant.

"Didn't you say that you want to invite the boss to your house to help prepare the food for the banquet?" The old gentleman followed his footsteps further and further, waiting for their carriage to arrive at the door.

"He looks very busy, let's do it next time." Sir Valais saluted him, put on his hat and got into the carriage.

In the lobby, Grice and the others walked away, only to recover from the tugging of the sleeves.

Chelsea opened her eyes in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay," Grice smiled, walked around the counter and came out.

"Grice, are you here to fetch food for Mrs. Alice? It will be ready soon, wait a minute." Richel's voice sounded.

"The butler will be waiting here, and suddenly remembered that there is still something to do, so I'm leaving first." Grice said something indiscriminately, and walked out of the restaurant.

Richel blinked and asked the people around him, "What did she tell you just now?"

"She wants to chat with you." Adrian said with some complacency, "I won't give her this chance."

Richel laughed, "Only you can see me."

I have been single for 30 years, and I have never seen anyone say that he has a crush on him.

He rubbed his hands, and took out the turnip and mutton soup for Lady Elise from the pot.

The scent of mutton and radish floated out with the dense steam, and turned into golden particles in the sunlight coming in from the window, and then rose up and scattered in all directions.

"Let's eat this too tomorrow."

"Didn't you dislike mutton last time in Reston?"

"I don't like grilled, it's too strong."

"I've blanched ginger and leeks, and stir-fried them before stewing to force out the blood. It's almost tasteless." Richel said, "I didn't expect you to like mutton. Next time, I'll buy one and try it."

Wrapped in a cloth towel, he handed the soup to the waiting housekeeper. When handing over, he accidentally spilled a few drops of soup, almost all the oil on the face, which was scalding hot, and landed on the back of Richel's hand.

"Why are you so careless." Adrian rubbed his hands distressedly, and the back of his white hand immediately turned red.

"Leave it to me later."

The corner of Richel's mouth twitched, "Aren't you lazy?"

"When will I refuse what you ask me to do?"

"Yes, at most I just want to get some benefits, I don't know." Richel squeezed the corner of his mouth, pushed his hands away, soaked them in cold water for a while, the surface skin began to shrink, and there was still some pain.

"Go to the cabinet and find that bottle of green potion." Richel nuzzled his jaw.

Knife wounds and scalds are common for chefs, and there are always some home-made medicines.

Adrian opened the cabinet and looked through it, "No."

"Stupid, you look inside."

"I found it, no."

"Nonsense, Jacob got a cut last time, and I saw it when I was giving him medicine." Richel walked over with his hands covered, pushed people away, and looked for it by himself.

"No, not here..."

Richel found it right away, "This is it..."

Picking up the bottle, he heard a sound that didn't sound like liquid.

Look at the bottom, there are a few silver coins floating in it.

"I don't remember that Igna would be so kind, buying medicine and giving silver coins." Richel shook the bottle, a little puzzled.

A light suddenly opened up in my mind.

"Tell me, what's going on?" He asked with a half-smile.

Adrian stretched out his long tentative hand, trying to take the bottle, but hesitated to speak.

"Maybe... accidentally fell in."

"Fall in?" Richel took a basin and poured the scald potion into it, there was a bang and bang, "Could you accidentally drop dozens of them?"

Raising his arms and legs, Adrian silently wrapped himself up.

"Don't pretend to be deaf and dumb!" Richel restrained his smile, "It's amazing, you can secretly hide your private money!"

With a gap in his wrist and foot, Adrian said aggrievedly: "Jacob and that dwarf's family are paid, but I don't have to work every day."

"Is it because I don't give it to you? You said you didn't want it!" Richel took a deep breath, calmed down, and said slowly, "Isn't mine yours? What do you compare with them? What do you want from me? I won't give you time."

"Then why are you angry?" Adrian was puzzled.

"I'm so angry that you didn't tell me, you insisted on sneaking around like this, and you didn't tell me anything!" Richel suddenly became emotional, and his face flushed angrily.

"It's the same before. If you want to lose weight, will I stop you? You have to keep it a secret. You know my identity clearly. If those things didn't happen, are you planning to never tell me?

You know that feeling of being lied to all the time by the people closest to you?I have always been worried, but because I know you are for my own good.

So I refrained from asking, you know that feeling?No, you don't know, because you're a demon, no family, no friends, a complete jerk, a demon! "

Adrian froze his face.

Richer spoke louder and louder, startling the others in the restaurant.He was so angry that the corners of his eyes turned red, and he walked out without turning his head.

Chelsea wandered nervously by the counter, saw Richel come out, and wanted to go up to persuade him.

Richel kicked off the bench next to him and went upstairs.

The stool rolled twice and fell to a guest's feet.

The entire lobby was silent.

Jacob covered his head with one broad palm, and covered Hayle with the other.

There was a sound of something breaking upstairs, and it didn't take long for Lesney to jump down from the upstairs with his cloak in his hand. After being smashed into powder, he immediately got together and trotted to Chelsea.

"What happened up there?" Hastings wondered.

A speck of dust crookedly formed a sentence, "Richer found a pile of coins stuck behind the mirror in the room, and dropped the mirror."

Before they finished speaking, Adrian came out of the kitchen exuding a murderous look.

"Lord Adrian, you have to calm down." Chelsea hurriedly persuaded, this man would be a murder case if he did it.

Adrian didn't even look at them, he walked out of the restaurant with a cold face, jumped up, and the whole figure disappeared before their eyes.

Chelsea clutched her forehead in pain.

Richel lay on the bed all afternoon, and he didn't open the door until the sun gradually set.

There was no sound at all in the corridor and downstairs, and the night came faster between winter and spring. He wandered around the kitchen yard, but found no one.

Jacob came in from the outside with a bundle of firewood, and when he saw Richel, he hid awkwardly behind the firewood.

"What are you doing, come out." Richer looked around and asked, "Where's Adrian?"

He was emotional at noon, and he couldn't choose what to say. At that time, Adrian's expression was not very good. He didn't know what he was thinking about this afternoon.

Originally, he didn't want to talk about those trivial matters, but who knew that in a few words, he said them all.

Jacob shook his head, "Out."

Went to the forest outside the city?

Richel lowered his head without saying a word, and started preparing the customers' dinner.

Chelsea showed half of his body by the kitchen door, and saw that he had no expression on his face, so he shrank back.

"Say something."

Chelsea leaned out and explained, "Actually, Master Adrian just wants to save some money."

"So, you just gave it to him? And changed the ledger for it? The arithmetic is pretty good."

Chelsea smiled awkwardly rather than politely.

"I put all the coins with large denominations in the closet of the room and locked them up. I only have some money left for change. But I could still see a few in the inconspicuous crevice of the drawer. At first I thought it was I missed it myself, I didn’t expect it to be true.”

Richer opened the door next to the usual money drawer, opened it, and found that there was a silver coin stuck in the gap between the wooden boards of the drawer.

It was the first time for Chelsea to hear him speak with such a cold expression and tone. She was very unaccustomed and a little short of breath: "It didn't last long. I put this silver coin here before the dwarves left. Later I saw Adrian never took it, I thought he didn't need it, and forgot to put it back. I never gave him any money after that, I promise."

Richel was taken aback.

He didn't think much about it at first, he just thought that Chelsea let it go.

Later, the silver coins disappeared, and he thought it was Gnar and the others who stole them.

In the afternoon, he got angry, and also thought that he misunderstood Gnar and his family. It should be Adrian who took it, but he misunderstood his friend.

Now, the silver coins are here, Adrian didn't take them, and Gnar and the others didn't take them.

He lost his temper for no reason, and he treated the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Clutching the silver coin, Richer felt very ashamed, how could he become such a person.

Throughout the night, he was in a trance, looking at the yard from time to time, several times he put oil in the pot before it was dry, and splashed a splash of oil in the pot, which was even more disturbing.

He originally thought to wait until night, people will always come to sleep, then he can always seize the opportunity to apologize, if not, put down his face and let him handle it, use whatever posture he wants, the octopus wants to hear what makes people ashamed Tell him everything.

But he waited all night, but he didn't see that figure.

"My lord, it's midnight," Hastings was pushed from behind, and tried to persuade him, "If Master Adrian wanted to come back, he would have come back a long time ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chelsea jumped up suddenly, and a violent thump hit him on the head, tearing him off from covering his mouth.

"Richer, there are vampires and werewolves outside, let's go back to the room. If Master Adrian comes back, he must open the window." Chelsea said.

"It makes sense." Richel's eyes lit up, "Maybe he's already lying in the room now."

He closed the doors and windows one by one, and suddenly, there was a slight movement outside.

Richel opened the door in surprise and looked out, Chelsea and the others quickly threw Hayle out without saying a word.

The blood race sat on the ground in a daze, blinking innocently with his big round eyes.

"I'm just like this... abandoned by you? It's too disrespectful!"

"Have a good chat among the same kind."

"Wait, it's not a vampire." Hastings was tall, with his neck stretched out and looking ahead.

Not far from the entrance of the alley, in the dense fog that spread in the night, a small figure staggered towards him, and when he got close, he saw that the man was covered in blood.

When he was about to come into contact with the only light source on the street, the man's knees softened and he slumped on the ground, unable to stand up again.

Richel came out in surprise, "Gal?"