Octopus Online Feeding Guide

When Adrian took the large stone mill and steamer back to the hotel in a donkey cart, Richel was steaming beans. The whole kitchen was steaming with steam, and four or five stoves were burning together, so he hardly dared to go in.

"Take the stone mill to the yard, and put the steamer in the corner of the kitchen." Richel commanded unceremoniously.

"Let you feel the power of the strongest pirate." As soon as Adrian wrapped his arms around the millstone, the back of his head was hit by a fork.

"Don't be in the second grade, if you don't want to become a steamed octopus, go to the yard."

"Oh." He stroked the flowing red hair on his forehead, took the heavy stone mill to the yard, and stuffed it with a large pot of freshly fried wheat.

"Add wheat grains one by one, and turn this wooden handle, you know?" Richel demonstrated. The brand-new stone mill was still a bit jerky. He started the mill with some useless wheat bran, cleaned it up , and then handed the wheat grains to Adrian.

He got the wheat bran from the big mill in the west of the city and Mrs. Bernard's mill. Generally, those who have mills are farmers in the big neighborhood and outside the city, and the bran they grind out is used to feed pigs. Or make bread for the poorest.So it is very cheap, ten catties is only a copper coin.

Adrian turned the handle with one arm, and poured the wheat with the other. The wheat with bran became finely divided and poured down from between the stone mills.

After shaking off the bran with a rattan basket, he followed Richel's instructions and poured the small particles into the stone mill again. This went on and on three or four times, and the wheat was completely turned into flour.

The tip of the tentacles twisted, and the snow-white powder glistened in the sun, without any bran.

Adrian exclaimed: "I have never seen such fine wheat flour."

Even in the palace, the bread he ate was inevitably mixed with bits of bran and wheat groats.

Richel gathered up the wheat flour and said with a smile, "I'll make steamed buns for you later, salted fish and wild vegetable buns, wheat flour for the skin, I'm sure you'll be addicted to it."

"My stomach is already looking forward to it." Adrian's eyes lit up.

"Then go buy salted fish first, and then go next door to his house to buy fifty pounds of salt, and pay attention to see if the scale is correct."

Before, he was used to rounding the weight of "pounds" to "jin" which he is more familiar with. He didn't feel that he bought too little. Last time he bought more ingredients, he felt a big gap in his heart, and he always felt like he was cheated by the vendors.

Adrian: "Sure enough, it's not free."

Richel put the freshly made steamed buns into the drawer on the stove, and brought a small pot of freshly steamed steamed buns to the hotel lobby.

Chelsea was lying lazily on the counter. On the table in front, fish balls, spring rolls, everything was neatly arranged there, and the shopping customers crowded the entire hall.

A short magic wand was suspended in the air. If anyone took the food without paying, the magic wand would turn and turn that person into a cabbage.

Four or five cabbages that were shaking their heads had already rolled on the ground, and the reason was only because they were slow to pay, and the magic wand identified them as non-payers.

Richel looked at her speechlessly, this is the waiter with the worst service attitude and the most unreasonable, right?

However, Chelsea was only here to help, and he didn't dare to order her.

After taking the steamed buns to the lobby, he went back to the kitchen, took out the steamed beans, spread them evenly on the round dustpan he brought with the steamer, and carried them to the yard to cool.

I found two large pottery jars from the sundries in the shed, rinsed them with water first, then scrubbed them with a rag, put them upside down in the stove to cook and sterilize them, and then took them to the corner.

"The fish balls are gone." There was a loud shout from the hall.

"Come here." Richel set the steaming clay pot in place, shook the wet cloth towel on his hand, took out the isinglass prepared the day before, squeezed it into balls and put it into the pot, and after cooking for a while, he took it to the front hall , Shouted: "This is the last pot of the day."

The whole hall boiled.

"It's not even noon yet, why are they sold out so quickly?"

"Why not do more." someone complained.

"Get out of the way, give me ten copies first."

"I'm sorry, each person is limited to one serving of fish ball soup." Richel sighed. With his own strength, he could only prepare two cans of fish maw every day. These were not enough to sell, and he felt helpless.

"I heard that it's rare to have a chef who can cook here." A childish voice sounded, and the crowd automatically parted. A gorgeously dressed child walked over looking around. The ruby ​​around his waist was the size of a baby's fist.

The child had stubby limbs, a chubby baby fat face, a pair of big and round eyes staring at Richel without blinking, innocent and cute.

"Who is this child?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen such a person in the city."

"It's really rich, and it won't be robbed by bandits outside the city."

Many opportunists in the crowd had green lights in their eyes, as if seeing wealth beckoning to them.

"It's too dark in here." The child complained.

"It's hot and there's no fire in the fireplace," Richer apologized, and Chelsea seemed to enjoy the darkness.

"What delicious food would you make?" He jumped up, with his arms hanging on the counter and his two legs dangling in the air, "Taste everything."

Richer put the things on the plate in an orderly manner, and put a small pine leaf on it for decoration, which looked beautiful and delicious.

The child sits at a table in the lobby, shakes out a napkin, spreads it on his lap, and eats slowly with a fork, watching him intently.

Richel wanted to say that these snacks can be eaten directly with his hands, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. This person looked like a nobleman, so he probably couldn't bear this kind of rough eating method.

He quickly forgot about this person and immediately threw himself into selling fish balls.

Huamo is easy to copy, and there are already many merchants selling Huamo on the street.But the spring roll finger cakes, because oil is used, there are not many for the time being, and even if there are, they are more expensive.

And he also has fish balls. Others don't know about this method, and the store is overcrowded every day.

Soon the things I made today were sold out. Richel packed up his things and planned to go to the back kitchen to see if the beans were cold. Unexpectedly, there was another person in the shop, that was the kid just now.

The child had already eaten all the food on the plate, seeing him look over, he said, "It's delicious."

"Thank you." Richel suddenly found that the child's steady words and deeds did not match his immature appearance.

Throwing away this strange thought, he said empathetically, "Didn't you bring any money? It doesn't matter, just ask your parents to pay next time."

The fork passed through the center of the plate, and there was a piercing and unbearable noise echoing in the empty hall. The child stared at Richel with dark eyes, and said, "My name is Hayle."

"Oh, hello." Richel really didn't have much memory for these elusive names.

"You have to remember, the one who took your life was me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hayer jumped up and attacked in front of the palm, and a khaki rotating magic circle rose.

Only 0.01 centimeter away from the tip of Richel's nose, the magic circle stagnated for a moment, and in the next second, it turned into strands of black smoke and dissipated in the air.

Chelsea, who had been half asleep and paralyzed by the side, came to behind Richel from her seat at some point, holding the short and thin magic wand next to his ear, and it was lightly twisted in her hand by her weak and boneless hand.

"Boy, go to the back kitchen, I want to eat some snacks." Chelsea recalled with a deep and rough voice, if only looking at that face, no one would suspect that it was the voice of a grown man.

"It's interesting, it's quite fast, and it was found before me." Haier jumped off the chair, spread his short legs, and approached leisurely, "Tell me, how can I give it to me?"

"It's really troublesome, but if you don't do something, you will die again." Chelsea said helplessly, and as soon as she lost her hand, Richel flew out.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the kitchen.

He looked dazed.

in the lobby.

With a flash of light in his hand, Hayer's five short fingers grabbed the magic wand, and suddenly, with him as the center, a golden magic circle floated up from the ground, and the tables and chairs were torn into pieces. The earth and rocks were dismantled into pieces of boulders, and they attacked Chelsea in all directions.

Chelsea took it easy, opened the pink feather fan in his left hand, golden spells flowed across it, and with one fan, the wind blade rose out of thin air.

She leapt up, and her pink skirt with many layers drew a beautiful arc in the air. The distance between Hayer and Hayer was shortened instantly, and the folding fan in her hand was flying, splitting the oncoming boulder into pieces in the graceful figure. sand.The tip of the magic wand lights up, pointing directly at Hayle's eyebrows.

Before the spell could be uttered from the heart, the surrounding sand and stone seemed to be sticky, causing her to fall into a soft swamp, almost suffocating her and burying her.

"The trap of exorcism." Holding the staff high, the immature voice carried a hint of indifference and complacency.

The mouth and nose are blocked by fine sand and stones, and it is possible to swim to the heart and lungs. The body is constantly squeezed, and the lungs can already feel the rolling of sand and gravel. The diaphragm responds, and every tiny breath brings a huge pressure. pain.

Chelsea barely concentrated the energy in her mind, her hands were vigorous, and the tip of the magic wand glowed.Hayer's eyes suddenly went dark, and his five senses were lost.

Dreamland.

Hayil yelled, but he couldn't hear the sound at all. He didn't know whether he was deaf or his mouth couldn't make a sound.

There was a mist of blood floating from his thigh, but he was completely indifferent, he couldn't see it, and he couldn't feel the pain.

It was a bad feeling, he had no idea where the enemy was or what they were doing.

The magic wand was raised, and the golden light shone on the ground. With one move forward, the light powerfully broke through the darkness. Before the eyes got used to the strong light, the next second, there was a sharp pain in the chin.

In front of him was a muscular man with a height of [-] meters, but he had a lolita face, which was as unsuitable as he wanted.

Chelsea was wearing a white bottom skirt, clenched her hands into fists, and kept greeting Hayle's face.

Hayle walks left and right, but fortunately he is small, otherwise he would be able to get punched.But even so, he was beaten several times, and his whole face suddenly swelled up.

Chelsea yelled coquettishly, her momentum rose again, and she charged towards him. Her fist was blowing fiercely. Hayle frantically used her magic wand to block it, but it broke when it hit the fist.

The next moment, the fist was directly attached to the immature face, smashing the bones of his entire left face into powder.

Taking advantage of Chelsea's punch, Hayle didn't care about the injury on his face, and quickly ran away. Only then did he realize that he was already in the outskirts of Liberty City.

Running forward with short legs, his eyes suddenly went dark, and his five senses disappeared again.

I don't know how long it took, Hayle covered his left face and was surprised to find that he came to that suburb again and was beaten up by Chelsea.

Nightmare reincarnation.

After reacting, Richel ran from the backyard to the street to ask Adrian for help, and when he pulled him back, he saw Chelsea lying lazily drinking on the counter, and lying by the door with dazed eyes. Little kid.

Looking at him like that, he seemed to be having a nightmare.

All was well.

Adrian hooked the tentacles, kicked the child out, closed the door, rubbed Richel's shoulders, and comforted: "You must be dazzled, a weak girl, a child less than one meter tall, how could it be possible?" fight."

"Really?" Richel rubbed the back of his head, then what's going on with the mess all over the floor.