Octopus Online Feeding Guide

"His room has been destroyed, where can he rest, and find him." He urged, without the archmage by his side, he would not be at ease.

Chelsea's sensitive ears had already heard what they said, and she felt contemptuous in her heart. She didn't want to come if she didn't want to come, and she insisted on making up a reason, which was extremely hypocritical.

The nobles around were looking forward to a different kind at the dinner today, and the noble ladies talked about her vulgar words and deeds.

The dishes were served on the table one by one, and the court waiters took it easy and did everything in an orderly manner.

Candlelight, banquet, everyone chatting while eating.

A lady saw that Chelsea had not moved her hands diagonally, and said with a smile: "Miss, why don't you start eating? Oh, yes, I forgot, you are with the common people all day long, and you eat with your hands. .”

The people around laughed, and Andre III's face was ashen. Seeing the teasing of him in the queen's smile, he decided to ignore the purpose of holding today's dinner.

"This is called a fork," said a lady, holding up the shiny silver fork in her hand, "and this is a knife, which is different from the ones you've seen before—if you have a chance to touch it, Reston has recently popularized this kind of knife." A more delicate and compact tableware.

In this way, there is no need to have the embarrassment of borrowing a knife, and everyone can taste the delicacies on their plates at any time.And it is more refined and easier to eat, which is a genius idea. "

"It also makes us eat more elegantly."

"Can you use it?" Everyone at the banquet was eating and watching.

The person who will bring a bad name to the royal family, everyone hopes that she will have self-knowledge.

It was the first time for Chelsea to participate in such a high-end banquet. She originally wanted to taste the food of the royal banquet. These people must have too much malice towards her.

Their eyes are like looking at a monkey imitating human eating at a table for fun.

She picked up the fish steak in front of her and sniffed it calmly.

In fact, that's it, the fancy spice smell.

She moved the plate out of the table, and there was a crisp shattering sound, and the expensive porcelain and fish steaks fell on the ground.

"Sorry, my hands are slippery." Chelsea smiled not very apologetically. When her eyes were narrowed, the brush-like eyebrows looked like her eyes from a distance, and her mouth was wider.

"Could you steam a few fresh crabs for me? Just heat them in cold water and steam them," Chelsea said politely to the waiter next to him, and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "King Reston won't even have a few crabs. None."

Few people eat crabs, but it is not impossible.

"She really lived with the inferior people, and she actually ate that shelled thing."

"Won't it be indecent when you spit out the shell of a fishbone?"

"They only care about whether they can eat enough, how could they have higher pursuits in their minds."

"Ever since I sat at the same table with her, my chest has become tight." The noble lady fanned the towel and stopped eating.

I don't know when, the upper class of Reston formed a custom that they can't spit out what they eat, otherwise it will be an impolite habit in their eyes.

So the fish steaks at this moment are made of big fish in the sea, and the bones have been shaved off.

"Prepare another pair of chopsticks and dipping sauce." Chelsea asked again.

When the steaming crabs came to the table, Chelsea followed their example and unfolded the cloth towel and spread it on her lap.

The queen also put down the tableware, took a sip of wine to wash away the smell in her mouth, and looked at her.

Chelsea was not in a hurry, and in front of the eyes of the nobles, with a confident and indifferent smile on his face, he calmly held down the crab's body, twisted a few times on the crab's claws with one hand, and lightly removed the large claws.

"What is she doing? Showing her vulgar way of eating?"

After removing the small tongs, she slowly picked out the meat from the crab tongs with a chopstick, opened her mouth slightly, and put it in.

Everyone put down their knives and forks, their eyes gradually attracted to her.

After eating the large tongs, put the small tongs back and set them aside.Cut off the crab's legs, remove the joints, poke the crab from the bottom up with the chopsticks, and pick out the white and tender crab meat with a silky red color.

After dipping in the sauce, put it in your mouth, close your eyes and savor the umami taste of the crab.

Many people moved their mouths and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The queen took another sip of wine.She was so close that she could smell the faint sweetness of the crab, mixed with the pungentness of ginger and the stimulation of vinegar. If she couldn't eat it in her mouth, she could only make people guess the taste over and over again.

Cut the finished crab body into small pieces and put them into the crab cover together.Chelsea picked up the crab joints that were cut at the beginning, hooked away the crab meat in the gaps, put them into the crab shells after eating, and turned them over.

What started out as a crab ended up being a whole crab, with one body, two pincers, and eight legs, perfectly laid out on a plate.

"Wow……"

"How did you do it."

"Did you really move and eat all the meat?"

"It's true, no meat was spared."

"Are my eyes dreaming?"

The people around gasped and watched the performance dumbfounded.

Yes, it's more of an art show than a simple meal.

Chelsea at this moment, in their eyes, still looks the same, but there is a little more temperament in their hearts for no reason.

They only think that eating is dignified enough, but they still can't figure out how to eat something more elegant in one person's hands with a thing wrapped in a hard shell, with hands and two sticks, seemingly crude food and tools.

This is the aristocrat, a nobleman should be reflected in the demeanor of food.

Diet is a topic that every mortal cannot escape.

Because of this, everyone's diet is influenced by culture, habits and upbringing.Even more than clothing and behavior can reflect a person's inner family and class.

Clothes can be bought with money, and deliberate practice of demeanor can make one pretend.But throughout the daily eating habits, it can often inadvertently show a person's self-cultivation.

"The more noble you are, you should have higher requirements for food. You are still complacent about eating stinky fish."

Chelsea sneered, lowered her head and took a sip of the white wine. The refreshing taste of the wine diluted the remaining taste in her mouth.She stood up amidst everyone's surprise, and walked out of the restaurant gracefully.

Isaac, who was coming with the men sent by the king to find him, saw Chelsea come out, and asked, "How is it going?"

"Don't worry," Chelsea winked at him mischievously, "I've rubbed their faces against the ground."

For the first time, Isaac discovered that a woman's words and actions could be so... unrestrained.

"You take Miss Chelsea home, and I'll go into the banquet hall to have a look."

He handed over the man to the attendant and walked in by himself.

As soon as he was at the door, he heard the old and majestic voice of Andre III proudly announcing.

"She is my daughter who has been homeless for many years, Chelsea, my first heir."

If Isaac hadn't been young enough, he would have passed out by covering his heart.

The moonlight was just right, Richel pulled out the newly bought recliner, and placed it side by side with the one Adrian was lying on in the yard.

"There are a lot of mosquitoes." One slap killed one.

Adrian stretched out his three arms and legs in different directions to shake the fan for him.

"You look like this, I think of the Trident in the daytime." Richel laughed.

"You bought five teeth, which are completely different." Adrian said, "Don't mention that thing in the future, I will be angry."

Richel turned his body and looked at him with his arms under his head, "Remember the first time we met? I've never seen an octopus-type orc before, no, to be precise, I haven't even seen an orc A few, I thought your feet were octopuses, and I thought I had spent three copper coins to take advantage of it, and a nail rake directly pierced it, it hurts."

"Of course." Adrian put his foot on the armrest of his recliner, "I've never seen such a ignorant human being."

Richel touched his wrists and feet, which were cold and slippery, more refreshing than the evening breeze, "It's obvious that nothing happened, but you still want to trick me into paying back the money."

"My courtship period has been so disordered that it has affected my body, and I was washed to the shore unconscious by the sea. At that time, you came to provoke me, and you were very polite if you didn't slap me to death." Adrian rolled his arms and feet backwards. Grabbing his wrist, rubbing it tenderly.

"Mainly because you were weak at that time? Don't make excuses."

Adrian smiled, neither admitting nor denying.

"Close your eyes." He suddenly said mysteriously.

Richel blushed, let go of his arms, and closed his eyes.

He was apprehensive, yet excitedly looking forward to it. In the darkness, even a icy cold wind stirred his heartstrings.

"You can open your eyes."

The icy coldness that made people's heart tremble in the imagination did not come up, but the voice came from not far away.

Richer felt annoyed at being teased, sat up from the recliner, and froze suddenly.

Adrian was still holding the fan that drove away mosquitoes just now in one hand, and held up the nail shovel bought during the day in the other, "I, Lord of the Ocean, Adrian, the strongest pirate king of Xiyu Jiahai."

Richel looked at him dumbfounded, "What are you doing?"

"Dear partner, do you want to go to the sea with me?" His "trident" pointed at the person on the deck chair, "Command the entire sea, gather pirates, and occupy all the islands and land!" The tip of the rake in his hand drew a circle .

Richel laughed out loud.

"This is a serious matter, don't laugh," Adrian said solemnly, as if his territory was right in front of him, "Be careful, I will use the power in my trident to create a cage for you and capture you back."

He leaned crookedly on the recliner with a smile, he couldn't listen to his words and suppress his laughter, so he had to cover his closed mouth.

"When my trident is pointed at everyone, it will..." Before he could finish speaking, a figure rolled over from the wall.

The octopus quickly put down his hand, waving a fan like an old man, pretending to look at the wood pattern on the handle, "It's too rough, that dwarf's craftsmanship is too poor."

Richer couldn't bear it anymore, laughed and slapped the back of the chair.

Chelsea, who had just returned from the palace, looked at the two of them blankly, "Did your partner drink epileptic?"

"It's nothing, you know, he likes to giggle when he encounters everything." Adrian said disgustedly, and put the rake back in the corner.

Chelsea returned to the room inexplicably.

Adrian shook his fan and returned to the recliner, "I will never do such a stupid thing again."

"you sure?"

"I'm not sure." He said confidently.