Octopus Online Feeding Guide

"After it cools down, it can be jarred as a prize."

Richel put some of the syrup in the pot into a small pot, floated on the cold water, turned it lightly, and the syrup spun from the bottom of the pot along the wall of the pot, and a layer of skin formed on the bottom after a while.

After turning it over, the uncooled syrup on the top flowed down the edge and dripped into the pot again. The reddish-brown stickiness was like a piece of aged amber, and the tip of the nose could already smell the aroma and sweetness of malt.

"We each eat a spoonful of the rest, and sell the excess." No matter what, we have to make money back.

Jacob blinked, drooling from the corners of his mouth.

"You've eaten so much recently, you've grown too fast." Adrian dragged the Cyclops behind him, afraid that he would pour it all into his mouth as soon as he ate, "I'll eat first."

"Take it easy, don't eat it all." Richer turned the syrup over again, and said, "The maltose I ate when I was young was white, hard, and sticky to the teeth. Put a small piece in it It can be eaten for a long time in your mouth, and you are guaranteed to have an endless aftertaste. Unfortunately, making maltose requires a lot of effort, and not everyone can do it."

Jacob immediately raised his hand.

"The most indispensable thing here is strength." Adrian pushed the Cyclops forward unceremoniously, "What should I do?"

"I've only seen other people do it." Richel said, I saw it when I was bored watching videos in my previous life. I don't know if they can do that kind of ancient technique.

"Try it." Adrian winked at him.

Richel was speechless, are you sure you don't want to play?

Put a stick on the edge of the table, spread the cold sugar that is almost lumpy, and pull it little by little at the beginning, cut half of it and wrap it around the stick again, stretch it, cut it in half, wrap it around, and pull it again longer.

Slowly, under the oxidation of the air, the reddish-brown color began to turn into light yellow, and then pulled again, the color gradually turned white, and the candy bars that could be pulled out became longer and longer, and Jacob went further and further outside.

"Okay." Richer wrapped the long malt candies around his arms, and hung the malt candies back on his arms for the last string, and found a clean stick to hang under the eaves of the backyard. Make another batch.

When it was almost cool, Richel first cut off a piece of candy the size of a baby's fist with a knife, "This is a prize."

After that, cut the long strips into thumb-sized candy pieces, give them to the three people first, and then continue to cut the subsequent candy strips.

Adrian threw the sugar into his mouth. It was a bit hard when it first entered his mouth. His tongue could taste a little bit of sweetness. It had the sweetness and aroma of sweet potatoes and malt, but there was no dregs. In the stomach, it feels like a layer of honey, but not too sweet.

When the candy was warmed by the mouth to a certain extent and it started to become sticky to the teeth, Adrian brushed his tongue across the gums, hooked the maltose in the gaps, relished it, and said, "One more piece."

"No." Richel put all the cut candies into clay pots and sealed them, "Put this in the room, don't try to steal it."

"Honey," Adrian hooked his shoulders and said miserably, "You see, I'm so poor that I don't even have any clothes. I haven't tasted sugar since I was a child. Can you give me an extra piece?"

"Okay, bring the money."

"Can it be free without money?" He showed his signature smile.

"You're even more shameless, go away." Richel shook off his shoulders and walked upstairs.

Adrian shook his head and sighed, "How can I fall in love with such a ruthless man."

Richel poked his head out from the corner of the stairs, "Then you find a loving and righteous woman!"

"Just talking, don't be angry." He stretched his tentacles, jumped upstairs, and followed him step by step, rubbing his shoulders, "Honey, I won't give up from beginning to end."

The voice upstairs was getting smaller and smaller. Seeing Jacob stare blankly, Chelsea said, "The two of them are stickier than this candy all day long. Children don't want to learn."

Jacob nodded obediently.

There are candies as prizes, and the publicity has been started since the sweet potatoes were first bought, so there is an endless stream of people who sign up.

Of course, there are also people who have doubts about this prize.But since there is no registration fee, it looks quite simple, just two sticks, no one can use it, if it is really a candy bar, it will really make a lot of money.

Richel ordered a bunch of chopsticks from a carpenter, distributed them to everyone who signed up, and taught how to do it on the spot.

"Put one between the index finger and middle finger, one between the middle finger and ring finger, press the thumb, look, that's it." He raised it up to show everyone, "Just move the middle finger, put the upper one The chopsticks are raised and lowered, and things are easily caught."

Many races in the crowd had never eaten in a hotel or restaurant, and it was the first time they took this kind of thing. They felt that their entire right hand was so stiff that they hadn't moved for a long time.

"Are you playing a sloth?" Richel looked at him speechlessly.

"My hand is no longer my hand." The undead's face was ashen, and he jumped out word by word.

"I still have bright fireworks, use some strength, brother." He broke down.

Many people hold the chopsticks in the correct posture, but they can't use any strength at all, shaking like they have Parkinson's.

"How old are you? If you don't fit, don't force it. I'm afraid you'll have a stroke if you eat sweets without teeth."

"Who said that?" The blood clan gave Richel an annoyed look, bared his teeth and showed his big white teeth.

"You'd better go drink blood, Chinese food is not suitable for you." Richel was kind and tired.

"Who said that?" The blood clan jabbed at the beans on the plate.

A row of phantoms flashed in front of Richel's eyes. After a gust of wind, the whole table and the plates were riddled with holes, and the beans on the plates remained motionless.

He stretched out his hand calmly, "Losing money."

On the first day, they mainly talked about the essentials of using chopsticks and instructed them how to use force. The training course was divided into three days, and they practiced at home for the next two days.

Of course, you can also come to hotels and restaurants, order a bowl of noodles and practice while eating, and receive one-on-one tutoring from the boss by the way.

"I'm really worried that none of these people will use it in the end. There is no way to reward them with candy, which will make them feel that this is a fraud." Richel worried.

"It's okay, I'll take it with me when the time comes." Adrian took out the registration form, with his name on it.

Someone who can't eat candy has already signed up.

"Do you know how to use chopsticks?" Richel questioned his soul.

Adrian smiled dismissively, took out his chopsticks, and moved them casually, extremely flexible.

"Excellent." Richel gave a thumbs up.

On the third day, two rows of tables were set up at the entrance of the hotel restaurant, and Chelsea and Jacob each supervised one row.

After everyone has breakfast in the restaurant, draw lots and divide into groups. Each group counts for 1 minute. Putting the peas on the left plate to the empty plate on the right, pulling them, and holding them with your hands are all fouls.

The person with the most beans wins the group game, after which the winners of each group play a final game.

"Everyone on your marks—time, start!"

Everyone's hands under the seats started to work, and to Richel's surprise, there were indeed quite a few peas that were held very firmly, one after another, and they must have practiced in private.

"Sure enough, the charm of the prize is infinite." Richel had to sigh.

It was the turn of Adrian's group to play. He sat in the first row, rubbed his hands together, picked up the chopsticks as an order, and picked them up.

Didn't get it.

Reluctantly picking up the chopsticks again, he jabbed at the plate, but the more anxious he became, the pea grew legs and jumped around, the chopsticks didn't obey, and all kinds of cross collisions, the ends just couldn't fit together.

Seeing that Chelsea, who was supervising his row, was watching the people behind him, he secretly picked up the plate and poured the beans on the empty plate.

When he looked up, Richel stared at him with a black face.

Adrian: ...

Each of the eight groups selected one person for the final decisive battle. Richel saw sharply that Josaua, a staff member of the mercenary trading office who had taken care of his business every day, was also among them.

Feeling his sight, Joshua smiled slightly and nodded to him.

As soon as the game password was given, everyone started picking beans. Qiao Sawyer came to the hotel and restaurant every day for dinner, and even brought his family and friends over, and he was full of praise for his dishes.

When the restaurant launched noodles, he was also very active in trying it out. At this moment, the beans were sandwiched very smoothly.

But at the same time, a dwarf's ability to use chopsticks is not far behind.

"Uncle Daban?" Richel asked in surprise.

"When Mount Chisraida first emerged, you, Uncle Daban, used to eat with his hands," he said, quickly picking beans into the empty plate.

The game is going on tensely.

On the roof of the stone house opposite, a child was lying there paying attention to the surrounding terrain.

The hotel restaurant is located in the center of the Gerry block. There is an intersection 1500 feet in front and another intersection 320 feet behind, connecting the main road of the block.

But there is a mercenary exchange on the corner of the street, and there are many mercenaries coming and going. If it succeeds, it will definitely cause commotion. The mercenaries in the exchange will definitely come out, and they will definitely be besieged by then.Therefore, after the attack, it is better to run towards the intersection ahead.

And their so-called competition at the moment blocked half the width of this alley, and coupled with the chaos on the scene, escape might be a problem in such a long alley.

Must be fast.

Hayle took out his wand and waited silently.

Most of the people present had a dozen or so beans on their plates, but Uncle Daban and Joshua had a lot of beans on their plates. Chelsea counted the beans of the others first, and she and Jacob each had a plate. Start counting on the spot.

Many of the defeated people around, as well as those who watched the excitement, counted with Chelsea and the others, and the more they counted, the more excited they became, as if they had participated in this game together, and they were proud of it.

"32, 33... 45, forty... Joshua's plate is gone."

"Uncle Daban still has four plates." Chelsea held up the plates for everyone to prove.

"Wow……"

Richel invited Uncle Daban to the stage, and said loudly: "Here, I announce that the outstanding student of the first 'Everything Can Be Chopsticks' Gerry Street Training Course is Uncle Daban!"

There was a burst of warm applause from the audience, as well as a lot of whistles and hip-hop sounds. Uncle Daban's only forehead and two small cheeks that were not covered by his beard were flushed.

"According to the agreement, we will give the candy to Uncle Daban now." Richel wrapped the maltose in paper and gave it to him, "Eat it directly, dissolve it in water or add it to food, it is very delicious, please Enjoy your meal to the fullest."

Someone in the audience shouted maliciously: "Uncle Daban, you have to taste it to see if it is sweet. If it is a salt block of several copper coins, we will testify and go to the city hall to sue him."

"Yes, yes, yes."

When one person raised a question, everyone followed suit. Half the street was clamoring, with greedy eyes flashing in their eyes.

If that candy was real, it meant Richel had the resources.Then, most of the people present are desperadoes. They used to dare to kill even the most ferocious monsters in order to find treasures, let alone just a weak human being.

If Uncle Daban had been smart, he wouldn't have mumbled the candy. This was tantamount to setting a target for himself, so that all the people present would come to snatch his things.

If he said it wasn't sugar, then the training session was suspected of fraud, and they could go to the city hall and blackmail a lot of money.

No matter what, they are sure to make money anyway.

Richel pursed his lips, standing on the stage at a loss.

Chelsea and Adrian stood in the crowd, and when they heard the commotion in the crowd, they frowned.

It's now.

Haier waved the magic wand in his hand, took advantage of his own advantages, and quickly descended from the top of the opposite building. He chanted a spell in his heart, aimed at Richel's chest on the stage, and vowed to hit him with one blow.

Jacob stood next to Richel, seeing this kind of scene for the first time, he felt flustered, in the corner of his eyes, he seemed to see an alternating golden and red light spot, slightly sideways, without thinking much, clasped his index finger Thumb, flick.

The light spot quickly flew towards the distant roof, scratched the sharp roof, and got stuck.

hang on...

Hayil swayed his body, and tried his best to reach the clothes hooked on the top of the tower with his fat short hands, but he couldn't get them...