Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Hotels and restaurants are, to some extent, popular all over the continent.

Overnight, with the spread of Richer's portrait, everyone knew that he had the blood of the dark elves and possessed the power of prophecy in his heart.

The power of prophecy that can carry out curses and influence the life and death of others.

Some magicians and warriors are both happy and sad.

The happy thing is that they finally know the whereabouts of this person, but the sad thing is that all the races in the whole continent know about it. From fighting with thousands of middle and high-level powerhouses, it has become a fight with hundreds of millions of humans and non-humans on the mainland.

Richer also wanted to cry, but the image of the bishop was magnified in front of him, and the surrounding light became more and more intense. The entire monastery hall was filled with a divine soft light, as if he had come to heaven and everything around him was dissipated in the light.

"Adrian." Richer called out to the people outside, who were still waiting for him in the carriage outside the monastery.

Unfortunately, his voice was also buried in the Holy Light.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, and Richel was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he kept backing away tremblingly, almost unable to stand.

The bishop above his head slowly reached out to him, looking at him kindly.

Richer's eyes became blurred, gradually went blank, lost his sanity, and stretched out his hand towards him.

"Good boy, accept God's guidance." Bishop Tian Lai's voice was up and down, as if praising the merits of a person's life, constantly cleaning his soul by his ears.

"The Lord is always with you...ah!"

There was a hint of darkness in the scene of the holy light, the crow hoarsely croaked, and tentacles from all directions squirmed like tides, wherever they passed, the light was destroyed, and the darkness ruled.

The bishop waved the scepter in his hand, and immature children's voices sang in the holy light of God's blessing. Each beam of light was like a sharp sword, piercing the surrounding darkness.

The crow shook off its feathers and fell to the ground.

Purple tentacles loomed in the light and shadow, waving across the entire lobby.The tree lamps, wall lamps, and stained glass overhead were all smashed to pieces.

Richel woke up from his daze, and amidst the flying debris, his head was suddenly pressed down by a force.

The next moment, he felt a pain in his head, and his scalp barely brushed against the huge swaying and falling copper lamp.

That power seemed to be just an illusion, and it disappeared in an instant.Gone with that, there was that reassuring feeling.

He huddled in the gap between the rows of seats, hugged himself tightly, and heard the sound of glass breaking, metal scratching, and wood breaking, all colliding and tearing each other.The grotesque shadows and the golden light are constantly entangled, devouring each other.

In the end, the last glimmer of light in front of his eyes also disappeared.

"Honey."

Richel looked up tremblingly.

Adrian slammed the seats on either side of him against the wall and picked the man up.

It was only then that Richel realized that the only thing intact in the lobby was the two rows of chairs that he hid just now.

There was a mess around.

"Where's the bishop?"

"Going to see the Goddess of Light that he dreamed of." Adrian patted off the sawdust that accidentally splashed on his shirt just now, "Let's go back to the restaurant."

"Okay." Richel hugged his neck tightly, and his brain hadn't completely dissociated from the scene just now.

Seeing his dazed and obedient look, Adrian couldn't help kissing the corner of his mouth.

Richel buried her head in his arms.

The restaurant cannot be opened.

The ingredients are gone, the customers are gone, and instead, there are many more masked people in the Gerry block.

Some wear scarves to cover their faces on hot days, some wear black robes and hide their faces under hoods, and some simply cover their faces with a piece of cloth and sit at the door of the abandoned shop opposite the restaurant with a machete, fearing Others did not know that they were looking for Richel.

"That must be an orc." Hayle stepped on the barrel and looked out the window, and a figure looked out furtively.

"Impossible, the orcs will be stronger." Jacob said, sitting cross-legged on the ground, yawning boredly.

Hayle grabbed a few melon seeds from his open hand, jumped up the window, and rushed out with such speed that the man's mask was removed.

When he jumped back out of the window, the man hadn't realized what happened, there was a tiny bloody slit on his face, and he was touching his face blankly.

His cloth towel is gone.

"Look, I'll just say it's an orc." Hayle excitedly ate the melon seeds in his hand.

"Cover your face quickly, that dark elf must have painted your face in a corner." The companion next to him shouted.

The orc covered his face with his arms, and fell to the ground in the next second, his whole body twitching.

"The power of prophecy has worked again!"

They yelled loudly, but they didn't leave, and they didn't step forward to save others, they just watched quietly.

"It turns out that this is the power of prophecy, so powerful."

"Anyone can be killed if you can draw his face."

"I envy this power..."

If they came closer to check, they would find that it was not the power of prophecy, but the hunting blade of the vampire.

At this moment, the person with the power of prophecy is cooking in the kitchen.

"It's so boring." Adrian sat by the stove and stared at the flames, and yawned.

"Help if you're bored."

"No, my arm is sore." Octopus rubbed his arm.

There are a lot of people from other places in Liberty City, if it was normal, Richel would have jumped up happily.

Unfortunately, this time, he didn't have that interest.

The gate of the restaurant was closed, Hayle set up a barrier, everyone stayed inside doing nothing, but there were more and more people outside.

"How many waves of people were dealt with last night?" Richel asked while kneading the dough.

"Not much, a few less than the day before yesterday." Adrian leaned against the wall and said, "Did that priest tell you anything? Who is so bored and scattered your portraits everywhere."

"He doesn't know either." Richel shook his head, put the puff pastry aside, weighed the flour, added saffron juice and butter maltose.

"Tell me, could it be something that King Suman did insanely?"

He called Andre III more and more strangely.

"But he still wants to borrow your body. Now that your body has caused so many troubles, he will have to bear it in the future. He certainly doesn't want this situation."

Richel thought so too.

"That's Isaac." He affirmed, "At the beginning, he wanted to pay a high price to kill me."

"But he knew your identity a long time ago, why wait until now to mess everything up." Adrian said.

Richel didn't want to think about it, it was a bad thing anyway.

He asked Lesney to take back the space magic circle upstairs, so that they would not go to a place to hide, and the others would rush into the restaurant through the magic circle first.

Angrily, he beat the dough hard on the wooden table a few times, and the suffocation in his heart finally eased, and he covered the dough with a white cloth to wake up.

Hastings handed him the peeled salted egg yolks, and Richer neatly arranged the egg yolks on the plate one by one, poured a spoonful of wine on each one to remove the smell, and baked them in the oven in the yard for 10 minutes.

"Hail, come down and beat the eggs."

Hearing the shout from downstairs, the blood clan slapped the melon seeds in their hands, jumped off the barrel, and told them, "Keep an eye on them and call us if there is any movement."

Jacob nodded.

As soon as Hayle entered the kitchen, he smelled a sweet and greasy aroma. Before he could see what it was, he was stuffed with chopsticks and a bowl containing egg whites.

"You're fast, beat him to the point of white foam."

After explaining a sentence, Richel returned to the table.

A layer of flour has been sprinkled on the plate, and the fried dense red bean paste is rolled into balls and placed on top, so that the surface of the bean paste balls is evenly coated with a layer of flour.

The egg yolks in the stove were dripping with oil, and a salty smell wafted out. Richel smelled it, and it was not bad.

Crush the egg yolks and puree through the fine mesh of a colander into a bowl, adding sugar and buttermilk for a richer texture.

"Richer, it's ready." Hayil held up the basin high up for him to see.

The transparent and clear egg white has risen into a basin of snow-white foam at this moment, without any trace of egg white.

Richel added equal proportions of flour and starch to the egg whites, and gave him the basin.

"Keep fighting."

Hayle sat down on the small bench next to him with the basin in his hand.

Richel kneaded the salted egg yolk into evenly sized balls and placed them one by one, letting Lesney's ghost hold the iron pan to blow air.

He took out the two doughs that had been woken up before, cut the puff pastry and water oil skin into equal parts, rolled them into balls, and woke up for another 10 minutes.

The bright red water-oil skin dyed with saffron juice is slightly rolled out, wrapped in the oil skin, flattened, folded left and right, and woke up.Roll out again, fold up and down, and wake up for ten minutes.

Finally, fold it into small squares, roll it into a round cake shape, stuff the egg yolk ball with a slightly frozen skin into the dough, wrap it, round it, close it down, and cut the "rice" shape horizontally and vertically with a knife on the smooth side Open the opening slightly, and you can see the golden stamen in the middle.

The oil pan was heated up, and Richel took out a large spoon, put a ball into the oil pan and deep-fried slowly at low temperature. After taking shape, use chopsticks to gently poke the outer layer to make the petals stretch more.

When the hand lifted the spoon, a hibiscus came out of the water slowly.

"Wow……"

The eyes of several people by the stove looked straight.

The petals, which are as thin as cicada's wings, have different postures. The golden oil flows out from the gap between the petals and flows back into the pot. In the middle of the petals, the bright yellow egg yolk stamens are about to reveal, bright and moving.

"How come there are flowers blooming on a piece of dough?" Haier's saliva was drooling, "I want one!"

"Be careful of the heat."

Richel put the lotus flower crisps into the rectangular wooden pan and started to fry the next one, "Your egg whites are ready?"

"I don't know if it's good or not."

Richel looked at it and found that the bubbles were not dense enough, so he added the same amount of flour and starch and asked him to continue beating.

"Your snacks are ready, what do you want this for?" Hayle muttered, even if he was fast, he couldn't make him do this kind of rough work.

Richel fried the lotus flower crisp and put it aside, still using the same spoon, asked the blood race to bring over the egg white, scooped a spoonful of egg white and spread it on the spoon, added a red bean paste ball next to it, and put another spoonful of egg white on top, The edges are rounded and put into the pan, and fried at low temperature.

Hayil reached for the wooden basin on the table, and sure enough there was still excess bean paste in it.

He scraped off his fingers and tasted it. It was dense and sweet, and it was delicious. Excitedly, he carried the basin and went upstairs to find Jacob.

The bean paste balls in the pan were roughly fried for a few minutes, and the surface solidified and floated up before being picked up.After everything is fried, put it in the pan and fry it again, and finally sprinkle a light layer of powdered sugar, and the snow-coated bean paste is complete.

Called the two children down, all of them sat around the long table, passers-by outside the window, always looking inside intentionally or unintentionally.

Richer and the others didn't care at all, their eyes were deeply attracted by the desserts on the table.

"You made a lot of dim sum today." Adrian lingered over the whole table when he saw ginger and milk from pea yellow, and finally his eyes fixed on the most beautiful lotus flower cake.

"No business, I have time." Richel laughed.

Hastings poured wine for everyone, but Richel stopped him and said, "Today, let's have a taste and try herbal tea."

"How can such delicious snacks be dispensed with medicine?" Hayle made a bitter face.

"Medicine and food come from the same source." Richel untied the small bag of dried flowers given to them by the gardener, took out lavender, roses, calendula, chamomile and mint leaves, and simply washed them into hot water. The original shriveled and ugly The beautiful flowers sink and float in the water, gradually stretching their petals and renewing their lives.

The scent of flowers and herbs spread. He poured everyone a cup of hot tea and said with a smile, "Recently, everyone is under a lot of stress. This is to relieve stress and improve insomnia and headaches. Chelsea, you should drink more."

"I'm the one who makes them have nightmares every day." Chelsea said lightly, took the cup, the fragrance of the flowers was stimulated by the hot water, and after blowing gently, the steaming mist rushed straight to the face, and the tense nerves seemed to be smoked It's ironed.

Take a small sip, the taste of dried flowers is far less intense than that of wine, and it is lighter and more palatable. Swallow slowly, and the coolness of mint remains in your mouth.

"It's good to drink."

Not far away, Hayer nodded and grabbed the snow-covered bean paste next to him.

The fine bubbles of the egg white are set in the oil temperature, and the whole is very soft, like eating marshmallows. When you take a bite, it is white on the outside and red on the inside, sweet and greasy.

Everyone was reluctant to eat the lotus flower cakes, and in the end, Richer shared two flowers each, and they were willing to eat it.

The lotus petals are crispy, and the egg yolk inside is salty and sweet. It not only has a beautiful appearance, but also has a delicious taste.

Such a delicate and fragile snack should be served with gentle and fragrant herbal tea.

Maybe after this meal, there will still be many people who want to speculate to try their luck.They will run into a lot of trouble and may be subject to endless snooping and harassment.

But at this moment, in front of the delicious food, all the troubles, plots, swords and swords, and the hearts of snakes and scorpions can be completely forgotten.

Food, just food.