Octopus Online Feeding Guide

"Don't think too much, an uneducated and mischievous kid is just doing damage."

"That's it." Since Richer came to this world, there are too many things that cannot be explained according to the previous life theory, so he simply put this matter behind him, "Have you bought the salted fish and salt?"

"It's all here." Adrian stretched out his tentacles and put them into the kitchen, "I'll clean up the lobby."

"Okay, it's hard work." Richel rolled up his sleeves, poured the wheat flour into the basin to knead the dough, the fine flour was like the skin of a young girl, white and smooth, and his hand stretched out in the basin was light and soft, feeling a little tickled nothing.

When adding water, he specially added more milk, so that the dough not only has a milky aroma, but also makes the steamed buns whiter and more pleasant.

The dough was fermented and the stuffing was ready. He turned over the beans hanging outside the yard and found that the surface was dry.

He took out the wheat bran powder that Adrian had ground before and poured it into the beans, and pulled it vigorously with both hands, so that the surface of the beans was evenly coated with this layer of flour.

The three big round baskets were spread out, and he put the beans in the shade of the shed in the yard and covered them with a cone-shaped vine cover.

The roof of the shed has been in disrepair for a long time, and the straw is bald here and there. Occasionally, sunlight will shine in through the gaps and holes in the vine cover, but it is not glare.

On such a hot day, I believe that within a few days, a thick layer of green mold will grow on the surface of the beans.

This is the process of making music.

All delicacies take time to polish and wait.

Richel came out of the kitchen and saw Adrian laying stones in the gap one by one tentacles, he said, "Or else it's like this."

Chelsea, who was holding a wine glass, also looked at him.

"I want to renovate the living room a little bit, is that okay? The light is brighter, so you can live comfortably." He asked for Chelsea's advice. The place was too dilapidated and it was still dark. "I'll pay for it."

"As you wish." The witch said indifferently, "This house was also abandoned in the first place, and I wanted to find a new place to live, if it wasn't for being too lazy to move..."

Richel blinked, "Isn't this your home?"

"The first one I came to occupy, of course, was my home." Chelsea didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Then whose house is this?" Richel looked surprised.

"Who knows." She shrugged and said innocently, "It was more than ten years ago when I moved in, and there was already a lot of dust here at that time, and that old witch Geshan insisted on slandering me. Talk about hygiene, make the hotel a mess, and finally leave the hotel, and spread everywhere that I am a breath-inhaling witch. Anyone who stays in this hotel will end badly. Obviously I only eat dreams, and at most let them have nightmares and insomnia That's all."

Richel trampled to death the spider that fell from the cobweb on the roof: "Aren't you unsanitary?" Even if you don't eat other people's dreams, no one wants to live in this hotel.

Chelsea Mung Bean glanced over, "Any comments?"

Richel quickly shook his head and pushed Adrian out, "Let's go buy decoration materials."

The first stop Richel went to was Uncle Daban's shop. This old man's craftsmanship was unquestionable, and he could always meet his requirements.

After customizing the tables, chairs and benches, he struggled to draw a lantern, using mahogany as the frame and papyrus paper for the surface.

Finally, I drew a few foldable wooden screens, with landscape carvings on the lower half of the wood, hollowed out upper half, doors and windows, etc.

"I'm curious how you came up with these weird things." Uncle Daban said.

Richel smiled and said, "It's a secret."

"Since you came to my shop, your uncle Daban's life has been much better." The old man said with a smile, and took a sip of the spirits in the sheepskin bag, "These people around here only think of me when they go out to hunt for treasure. It doesn't matter at all."

While complaining, the old man held the paper up to the sunlight and looked at it carefully.

After coming out of Uncle Daban's shop, the two went to the city hall again and searched for the owner of the hotel. The reply was that the only owner of the house had disappeared more than ten years ago. According to the city law, it is a dilapidated house without an owner.

The working dragon was wearing a human white shirt and brown vest. He scratched on a pile of papers for a long time and reminded without looking up: "I heard that it is a haunted house now. If you go to live in it, be careful."

"Thanks for the reminder." Richer laughed. "I think I've already dealt with that 'ghost' friend." He was referring to Chelsea.

Leaving the city hall, Adrian followed Richel to pick up stones and some moss saplings outside the city. He was really confused and asked, "Aren't you going to decorate the hotel? Why do you want all this rubbish?"

"It's useful. Your boss is ingenious. Besides cooking, he can do a lot more." He proudly said, "For example, remodel the backyard."

"Since when did you become my boss?" He laughed.

"Did I cook the food? Did I earn the money? Eat and drink my food all day long, do you want to listen to me?"

"I can attract business for you." Adrian caught the stone he threw, "Without me, your food can only go into my stomach."

Seeing his look of "look how useful I am", Richel twitched the corner of his mouth, picked a wild vegetable and threw it over, "Thank God for not disturbing me, big eater."

"You don't have to thank them, it's enough to thank me."

The two chatted one after another, collected all their things in a comfortable mood, and returned to the city with the setting sun.

The wheat dough in the kitchen has fermented to three times its size. Richel took out the dough, rubbed it on the chopping board to remove air bubbles, and cut it into small doses for filling.

When Richel came out with the buns, Adrian was throwing stones out to clean out the hotel, his nose was sharper than a dog, and when he smelled it, he threw the stones out and stretched them towards the white and fat buns.

"Wash your hands." Richel slapped his tentacles away, and was startled when he heard a muffled groan outside the door, "Who's there?"

A huge eye emerges from the middle of the stone pile, and then long arms, a strong body.

The big eyes looked at him pitifully.

"steamed stuffed bun."

After thinking for a long time, Richel finally recalled that he had seen this Cyclops.

"I'm sorry, these buns are for our dinner, not for sale." Richel apologized, and distributed one to Chelsea and Adrian.

It was the first time for Chelsea to eat this kind of thing. When he bit it, the green vegetable juice flowed out, which was smooth and catchy. The salted fish tasted delicious and unique.

"It's the first time I've eaten dough made of wheat flour." She said with emotion, the white dough is soft and fragrant, with a faint milk flavor.

The Cyclops stared at them, drooling, and said shyly, "I don't have any money yet."

Seeing that he had a bag on his head, and his whole body was dusty with stone ash, Richel felt sorry, there was a whole big cage of buns here, and warmly greeted him: "If you don't mind, come here Let's eat together."

Adrian and Chelsea who are eating happily:? ?

"Wait, no... I'll take another one... It's gone..." Adrian was extremely melancholy, staring depressedly at the steamer that was empty in the blink of an eye.

Richel took a bite of the steamed bun, it was so hot.

How did this person eat all these hot buns in the blink of an eye?

"Cyclops can't do anything, eating No. 1." Chelsea took a bite of the bun in his hand resentfully, chewing carefully, such a delicious thing, could have eaten enough.

"How long has it been since you ate?"

He carefully counted on his fingers, "Since I ate the buns you made last time."

It has been at least a month, Richel was surprised, "Have you not eaten for so long? God, how did you survive?"

"The Cyclops is rough and thick, don't worry about him." Adrian's tentacles grabbed the back collar and pulled the big guy who was in the way aside, and raised a flattering smile to Richer: "Honey, let's make some more buns. "

Richel patted that face aside, but he held his hand and kneaded it like dough.

"I have no money." Cyclops said, "When I find my tools, I will work hard and return the money to you."

Having said that, Richel's heart suddenly softened, "Where are your tools?"

"It was stolen." Cyclops touched the back of his head, "Fujing Capital disappeared shortly after it came out."

Seeing Richel looking over, Adrian explained: "The capital of Fujing, the capital of the Cyclops city-state, is tens of thousands of miles away from here."

"Without money, where do you live?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Adrian immediately had a bad feeling, "Hey, Richel, having a drunken witch is enough to affect our two worlds, um..." Before he finished speaking, his mouth It was stuffed with half-eaten buns that Richel had eaten.

"If you don't have a place to stay, you can stay in this hotel. There are many rooms here." Richel comforted him. "If you want to make money, please help me. I'm just too busy."

"That's a good idea." Chelsea yawned. "I can sleep during the day."

Cyclops' eyes lit up, and he showed a simple and honest smile, "Thank you."

Chelsea unceremoniously threw him a copper key, picked up the hem of her skirt and went upstairs to eat the dream.

Richel led the Cyclops to a room, opened the door, and a flame rose from the fireplace, "Richel, are you planning to live in this room again? Who is this big guy?"

This room is really not ordinary shabby.

"Talk to me, I'm afraid to go into your room with that red-haired pirate around."

"Then you stay in this room and help get rid of the musty smell." Richel fanned the dust in front of his eyes, and said to the new guy: "There is water downstairs, you can wash it."

Sending people to the room, Richel opened his own room, and the room that used to be the same as the next door was clean and fresh now.

The fireplace is tidy, the walls are crisp, the windows and carpets are spotless, and there is a vase of flowers on the bedside table. The flowers and a few conch shells scattered beside the vase are all good morning gifts that Adrian brings to him every morning.

The holed curtains on the bedposts had already been replaced with brand new scarlet curtains, and the quilts, pillows and mattresses were all replaced, and Adrian was already rolling around with the quilts in his arms.

His muscular upper body was exposed outside the scarlet quilt, and the lines of the night cut and outlined several shadows on it, and every muscle contained a blood-pulling allure.

Adrian propped his head on one hand, lying sideways on the soft cushion, brushing the messy red hair hanging from his forehead to the back of his head, revealing a full and smooth forehead, and aggressive emerald-colored eyes.

"Come and sleep with me, honey." A slightly cool arm wrapped around Richel's ankle in a slippery way, and the pointed toe circled around his ankle, hooking him over.

Richel approached gracefully, climbed onto the bed, and kicked him off.

Adrian rubbed his shoulders and got up from the floor, a note was pasted on his forehead.

Tore it off and looked at it, and there were a few big characters crooked: Octopus and dogs are not allowed to climb on the bed.

"You sleep in a water tank."

Once the quilt is covered, no one loves her.