Octopus Online Feeding Guide

The beach was still as busy and lively as ever, and fishmongers occupied the long street of nearly a block, setting up stalls and selling fish recklessly.

If they go further up, they dare not set foot on it anymore. It is the sea view villa where the nobles live in the city, which is much more exquisite than their dusty and heavy stone houses.

His eyes kept staring at the fish in the pond, trying to find places similar to those in his previous life memory.

Fortunately, there are still many sea fish he knows.

For example, every stall has a lot of herring.

Herring is small in size, and it is a fish that can be seen no matter which sea area it is in.That's why the price is relatively low, as long as fifteen copper coins can buy a normal-sized fish, the commoners in Liberty City regard it as a meat substitute for chickens, ducks, pigs and cattle, and it is very popular.

As for trout and salmon, only nobles could afford them, and he dared not look at the price.

Richer bought thirty herrings and wandered off to another stall to buy shrimp.

The fishmonger who weighed him had a stinky face, and complained to another companion: "Look at the stupid thing John did. There is a net full of unwanted stuff, and he brings it back happily. If you want me to say, you should Throw him and all this garbage in the ocean to feed the sharks."

Richel casually glanced at the person who was dragging into the sea behind the fishmonger, a little surprised, and asked while paying the money, "You don't want those shelled things?"

"Of course, there is only a little meat after knocking for a long time. A beggar would not eat this kind of thing."

"I want." Richer hurriedly said, and realized that he was too eager, worried that the fishmonger would sit on the floor and raise the price, so he explained, "I don't have much money, so it would be good if I could eat more meat."

The fishmonger looked at his gray and worn clothes with holes and patches, which looked more shabby than the commoners who came and went, and also looked at the thirty or forty catties of fresh shrimps he had just bought generously.Immediately, I felt a strong sense of separation, and I didn't know if what he said was true or not.

"Since you want to lose it, why don't you give it to me? I'll pay you thirty copper coins and help me send all these crabs home."

Hearing that these rubbish can make a small profit, the fishmonger didn't think too much, and called someone over.

That person looks silly to ordinary people, and he doesn't look very smart.But the victory lies in his great strength, when he carried it on his back, a large bag of crabs was pressed on his back, and he could still carry the shrimps bought by Richel and the fish oil he gave him in his hand, and followed Richel back home like flying.

Adrian was still lying on the walnut chair in the hall, dozing lightly.

There is no fire in the fireplace, and it is only lit by a small window by the door. The whole room is dim and cool, making it suitable for sleeping.

As soon as Richel opened the door of the hotel, his arms and legs on the square table moved.

"Why are you still here?"

"This is a hotel." Adrian stretched his waist, the meaning was self-evident.

He is not the only one who can stay in the hotel, anyone can do it.

Frowning, Richel still didn't say anything.After all, it is very rare for him to have a shelter.

He asked the chap to carry the ingredients to the kitchen table, and gave him two more copper coins as a tip.After sending the people away, he sorted out the ingredients one by one, cleaned them up, and set fire to the stove.

"What are you going to do to my kind?" Adriatic followed behind him, poking his head, his eyes full of curiosity.

"If your kindness is overflowing, go to the seaside. If there is too much, your kind will suffer." Richel said, he spent a lot of copper coins on these seafood.

"You really overestimated me. Shrimp is my favorite food, but herring," he shook his head and said in distaste. "To say that it tastes so-so is really overestimating it."

"Then don't beg me to eat for you later." Richel sneered, bumped his arm and walked to the stove.

"I used to starve to death without touching this thing." Adrian sat on the high stool by the table leisurely, and said to himself, "I'm a backbone pirate, not everything can go Mouth stuffed."

Heat the pan, add fish oil, fry the oil over a low heat, wash the herring and shrimp, chop the shrimp into a puree, add salt, scallion ginger beer to remove the fishy smell, and put it aside to marinate.

Remove the head, tail and dorsal fin of the herring, break them in half, scrape the flesh with a knife along the fishbone, and put it in a bowl.When the fish is scraped clean, set aside the skin and red meat.

Put the scraped fish paste on the chopping board and use the back of a knife to chop it into a muddy shape, then put it into the bowl again, stir it with your hands in one direction and beat it skillfully. This is the key to making fish balls chewy.

While beating, Richel added some scallion and ginger water to the bowl.When the gelatin was formed, he beat in a few egg whites, added salt and other seasonings, stirred evenly, and continued to beat until the gelatin was completely formed, and a large pot of fish oil was ready.

Put the fish oil into several large clay pots and fill the pot with water. Richel scooped up a piece of fish gelatin, made a ring with his thumb and forefinger, and squeezed out the fish gelatin from the mouth of the tiger to form round balls. Dig with the spoon in your right hand and put it into the pot. When the whole meatball turns from light pink to snow white like fresh milk, the fish ball is cooked.

After one pot was cooked, in the second pot, Sher rubbed shrimp meat into the fish balls, and to distinguish it from the first pot, a red ribbon was specially tied outside the pottery pot containing the balls.

Turning his head to put the fish balls together with the previous ones, he found that someone sitting at the table had a nonchalant expression on his face, and he was furtively rolling up a fish ball behind his wrist and toe. When he saw it, he shrank again Going back, with a smile on my face, "It smells so good."

Looking at the small corner of the depression, at least seven or eight were eaten.

Richel put the pot on the long table with a "bang", Adrian was startled, and said guiltily, "It's just that I tasted two more, and I'll give it back to you later." This person was not around, and he didn't have lunch miss a meal.

"You don't even have clothes, how can you pay for it!" This is something he used to make money, and every one is very precious.

"Don't forget that you still owe me 100 million gold coins." A certain creditor said confidently, stretching out the tentacles that were poked four holes by his rake.

Richel looked black.

Seeing that he was really angry, Adrian touched his nose and stood up automatically to give up his seat.

He had never felt how greedy he was before, but this white ball-like thing was really delicious, chewy and soft, and his mouth couldn't help it.

Before pressing his fist intimately on the rascal's face, Richel took a deep breath and said, "If you still want to eat, go help, hang a sign at the door, write the slogan of fish balls, ten A bowl of copper coins, seventeen copper coins with stuffing."

This person insisted on not leaving, and he couldn't cook his own food and not let him eat.

"So it's called fish balls." Adrian walked out of the kitchen while muttering.

Richel boiled two more pots of fish balls. After putting them into clay pots, add water to the pots, put in the peeled shrimp skins and washed crabs, take them out after the crabs are cooked, and add onions to the soup. A pot of fragrant seafood broth is ready.

He took out a small earthenware bowl, put five fish balls in it, poured in broth, sprinkled some shallots, and took it to the door of the hotel.

It was getting late at this time, and the floor of Drishes Alley was covered with a layer of gold. Pedestrians hurried home with the fine golden light, and stopped at the entrance of the hotel involuntarily.

"It's delicious, let me taste it first." Richel came out with fish balls, and Adrian surrounded him.

"Don't eat it, it's for display." He put the high stool in his hand at the door, put fish balls on it, and when he saw a group of people gathered in front of the hotel, it was unprecedentedly lively, stabbing someone's Waist, said with a smile: "Not bad, very good at advertising."

"Is there any reward?" Adrian looked at the bowl of fish ball soup eagerly.

"When it's sold out, if there are any left." Richel avoided him, and began to yell at his newly made fish ball soup.

Soon, many people were eager to try it. An orc in the shape of a black bear held a small cup of fish ball soup, poured the whole cup into his mouth, chewed it twice, and the fish balls scurried around in his mouth, very chewy. After biting it, the fish feels soft, and the more you chew, the sweeter it becomes. With the seafood soup, the taste is really amazing.

The orc ate ​​one bowl whole, then reached out for a second bowl.

"What kind of food is this made of? It tastes so special." One goblin was saying to another goblin, chewing on a green eyeball that was stuck and floating around.

"It's made of fish." Richel introduced generously.

The two goblins looked at each other, bought a bowl each and left.

"It's really amazing. It's made of fish, but it doesn't look like a fish at all, and it doesn't have any thorns." When people around heard Richel's introduction, they were even more surprised by the way this food was prepared.

"I never thought that fish can do this." It not only retains the deliciousness of fish meat, but also has no fishy smell and annoying fish bones.What's even more amazing is that this fish ball has a stronger texture than ordinary fish meat.

"It's definitely magic." A man wearing a black three-legged hat said with probing eyes.

"It tastes better with stuffing." A dwarf stuck out his tongue and exhaled while exclaiming. He ate too fast and burned his mouth just now.

"You haven't been here for several days." The middle-aged man Josuoya came over with a handbag, "What delicious food are you doing this time?"

"Fish balls, made of fish meat, do you want stuffed or unfilled?"

"All, five servings of each." Joshua paid without hesitation, "No matter what food you cook, it is delicious every time. I suffered from being slow the first few times."

"I cooked a few big pots today, I'm sure it's enough." Richel enthusiastically introduced, "I'm staying in this hotel now, and the proprietress is very kind, and lent me a big kitchen to cook and sell."

"My family also has quite a small kitchen, but unfortunately my stupid woman can't do this kind of food, she just pours a bunch of things into the pot and cooks."

Joshua sighed, "I used to think that her cooking skills were better than [-]% of the chefs in the mainland. I really want to hire you to my house and cook for me."

Richel laughed, and was about to speak when an arm hooked his shoulder, and Adrian looked at Joshua blankly.

Joshua felt a sudden chill in his heart. It was the murderous aura he would only feel when facing some top mercenaries, and it was even more intense now.

After receiving the packaged fish balls, he hurriedly said goodbye to Richer, and before leaving, he couldn't help asking: "I want to know, can children eat these fish balls?"

"It's best for children to eat." The fish balls have no thorns, which is more reassuring than ordinary steamed and boiled fish.

"Really?" Joshua looked at the fish ball in his hand suspiciously, and then at the big signboard hanging directly above the hotel. He hesitated, and finally left with the fish ball.

The owner of the bakery next door to the hotel was a short middle-aged man with a fat belly. At this moment, he also squeezed in from the crowd, holding a clay pot and shouting: "I want twenty servings."

"Wait a minute." Richer was overjoyed, and went back to the kitchen to fill the earthen pot with a hundred fish balls and added some soup. When he came out, the boss took the earthen pot and bumped him on the shoulder, hesitating Said: "This...does it really have an effect on that aspect?"

"Which aspect?" Richel asked inexplicably.

The boss was half bald and covered in sweat, and said with a little embarrassment: "It's... the man's side."

Richel was even more puzzled, "This is just ordinary fish balls."

The bakery owner's face darkened, and he stuffed the clay pot back to Richel, "Your mouth is really more vicious than a witch, and you actually lied here."

"What deception?" He pointed to the sign above the hotel.

Richel went out to the street and looked back.

The left side is okay, the big word "fish ball" is painted with two white snowball-like things.

right.

"What's the secret to making a man last?"

"As long as ten copper coins, wake up hunger, be yourself..."

Next to the signboard is a picture of a muscular man with bare eyes.

The corner of Richel's mouth twitched, and he glanced lightly at Adrian who was standing at the door of the hotel begging for praise.

"boom!"

He tore off the signboard and threw it at the shameless man without saying a word.