Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Although Richel was a chef, he had never had any experience of selling on the street. The passing dragons and orcs were all tall and burly, carrying big knives with ferocious faces, and they were not easy to mess with.At first he still couldn't let go, but after a few belly groans, he didn't care.

I'm almost starving to death, and I still worry about what those people do.

"Selling steamed stuffed buns, freshly baked steamed stuffed buns, one mouthful will make your mouth sweet, two bites will make you beautiful, three bites will make you ascend to heaven... no, you will be a god."

"Sell buns."

"What are you selling?"

"Baozi." Richel replied, but looked around, but didn't see anyone.

"Look down, look down," said the voice sharply.

Removing the basket, Richel looked down and saw a little man.

He had heard from Gnar that there was a race of dwarves here. These were dwarves in their childhood, and they were shorter and shorter.

The little dwarf held a short bow and arrow in his hand, stepped on something that looked like a scooter, and looked at him curiously, "What is Baozi?"

"You can try it." Richel didn't expect that the first customer was a child. He lifted the white gauze and took out a bun, "Just one copper coin."

"It's a bit expensive." The child stared at the "black stone" curiously.

"But it's delicious, nutritious, and can grow taller." Richel took out a way to coax the child.

The child sniffed, kicked his feet, and left.

Richel: "Wait..." In fact, the price can still be saved.

Is it really too expensive?He couldn't help looking at his bun suspiciously.

Before he could question him, another person surrounded him, and Richel turned around, almost scaring himself to death.

This person is full of gnarled muscles and has a short stature, but his two thick arms can hang down to the ground.

The important thing is that there is only one big eye on this person's face, and a big mouth full of fangs, which can grin to the root of the ear.

This is a baby Cyclops.

"You, do you want a bun?" He tremblingly raised the bun in his hand, "Just one copper coin."

The cloudy blue eyes stared at the bun curiously, stretched out his hand, squeezed it lightly, all the stuffing was squeezed out, and the green vegetable juice sprayed onto the giant's face.

"Ah—" the Cyclops was startled, and immediately yelled at him.

Richel trembled in the air current: Whose brat is this!

After the mess was over, Richel combed the bangs on his forehead with his fingers, with a calm expression on his face, and he was crying unlucky in his heart, unexpectedly, all the people around looked over.

"Do you want buns? Freshly baked hot buns only cost one copper coin." He immediately shouted out.

A middle-aged man tentatively approached and asked, "Is this black stone edible?"

"It's made of rye flour, with stuffing in it, look at his face." Richel pointed to the green juice on the face of the Cyclops beside him.

Also came with chopped diced wild mushrooms.

"Uh... it's a show, we can ignore it." He pushed the Cyclops' head to the other side.

The Cyclops rolled his fat tongue and rolled the stuffing into his mouth, his eyes lit up, he ate the bun in his hand in one bite, grinned happily and gave a thumbs up.

"Let's have one." The middle-aged man, Qiao Suoya, had never seen this kind of food before, and was aroused with curiosity.

"Here are salted fish and wild vegetable fillings, fresh mushroom salted fish fillings, wild vegetable and mushroom fillings, which one do you want?" He prepared several fillings, and was worried that some people would not like a certain one.

"That's it." Joshua took out a copper coin, "Then let's have something stuffed with salted fish and wild vegetables."

"Okay, you take it." Richel took the copper coin and carefully put it in the inner pocket of his shirt. This was the first money he earned in another world.

Joshua looked at the steamed stuffed bun in his hand. It was dark, but the smell was very attractive. He used to vaguely smell this smell in the stew pot at home, but unfortunately it was immediately covered by other smells.

After taking a bite, the green and viscous wild vegetable juice flowed out, and he sucked it hard so that it didn't flow onto his hands.

Richel chopped the wild vegetables so finely that the leaves could hardly be felt, and one could only taste the smoothness of the juice of the wild vegetables, which completely neutralized the dry and vigorous rye dough in his mouth.

Chewing and chewing, the sweetness of the flour comes out, and the creamy juice of wild vegetables also has a fresh fragrance of dried meat.

He glanced at the opened bun, and sure enough, there was shredded salted fish inside. The more he chewed, the more salty and delicious the fish filled his mouth, making it impossible to stop.

After three or two bites were settled, Joshua wiped his mouth and said, "Bring five of this kind of buns, and give me a taste of the other two."

The fresh mushroom salted fish stuffing is not so neutralized by wild vegetables, and it is easy to dry your mouth when you eat it.But if you put the double freshness together, you can only add freshness to the top of the freshness, and you can't get enough after eating.

There is no salted fish in the stuffing of wild vegetables and mushrooms, and Richel added salt himself. The buns are completely vegetarian, but they also have a special flavor. After eating all three kinds of buns, Qiao Suoya's stomach is almost full, but he still wants to eat more.

The people around saw him eating one after another with such relish, they also stopped to buy one to taste.

The dwarf kid from just now came chasing another kid on a treadmill. When he saw Richel who was surrounded, he stopped and squeezed into the crowd, but the basket was already empty.

"Why are there so few?" The child was dissatisfied.

"You don't understand, this is hunger marketing." Richer pretended to be profound, folded the gauze and put it in the basket, "Come here early tomorrow."

The dwarf kid nodded half-understanding, and took out a copper coin, "Save one for me tomorrow."

Richer happily accepted it, watched the people walk away, and turned into a small alley to count the money.

A total of 36 buns, one copper coin for each bun. After a busy day, I earned a total of 36 copper coins. The child ordered one, that is 37.Oh, by the way, there is another one that was ruined by the Cyclops, and no money has been paid so far, and one more will be deducted.

Richer counted and counted, feeling a heavy sense of steadfastness in his heart, and then reluctantly put it back into his inner pocket.

Just as he was about to leave the alley, he found that the road ahead was blocked.

Robbery?

Sure enough, I counted too proudly before.

That huge figure blocked the entrance of the alley tightly, casting a shadow, which made people feel horrified just looking at it.

He fixed his eyes on the front, the enemy does not move, and I do not move.

The enemy moves.

"Ah-ha!" Richel jumped up and kicked his hands twice, a Bruce Lee kick.

Cyclops: ? ?

"I don't have any money." The giant scratched his bald head, "I have to pay you after eating your food."

Richel nodded in agreement, but he was not paralyzed by the enemy's words. At this moment, he looked at the opponent with his arms up and down, "So?"

The Cyclops glanced him up and down, then reluctantly went to hug him.

"Quick, quick loose..."

When he let go, he saw the little man in his arms looking like he was about to die.

"Can I help you with something? I'm good at crafting."

Richel quickly waved his hand, he wanted to live a few more years.

"Grandfather told me that my blacksmithing ability is the best in the whole family."

"I'm afraid that what you hit is not iron, but people." Lichel walked out of the alley through the cracks in his broken clothes.

He still has business to do, how can he coax the children here.

With more than 30 copper coins, he dared to set his eyes on the expensive ingredients while walking on the road.For the people in the slums, Gerry Street is simply a paradise. There is no other district that judges people by their nostrils. The prices are also cheap. The farmers on the farms outside the city produce and sell the things themselves. The food exudes The most original and seductive fragrance, Richel can't wait to buy them all.

But the reality of only having more than 30 copper coins made him restrain himself.He went to buy salted fish first, and didn't realize how expensive the salted fish was until he really spent his own money, so he had to give up. Couscous and some kale, turnips and lettuce.

He intends to make Hanamaki with colorful fillings. If some shapes are added, it will definitely attract the attention of many people, and they will not think it is a "black stone".

He wants to add some layers to the taste, but unfortunately, the seasonings found on the mainland are very rare nowadays, cumin, bay leaves, sage, thyme and other spices, the value is comparable to gold jewelry, only richer neighborhoods Only then can we see that here, even if you have it, you can’t afford it.

I bought a piece of black bread on the street as my food for the day. Not to mention how hard the piece of black bread was, I could eat it in three or two bites, and I was still hungry.

Sighing, he carried the flour back to his residence, and walked along the potholed stone surface. Richel's foot was deep and his foot was shallow. After walking for a block, he suddenly quickened his pace.

The Cyclops followed quickly, turned a corner, touched his smooth head wonderingly, and never saw the little human again.

Richel heaved a sigh of relief, and walked forward along the stone road, but he became more and more confused as he walked, obviously he just turned a corner, and when he walked again, he didn't recognize the building in front of him at all.

The same gray thick-walled stone houses, the same streets, the endless flow of various races, turning around one street after another, they all look the same.

His hands were getting more and more sore, he was so anxious that he was about to cry, if it was dark, wouldn't he want to sleep on the street and go back tomorrow.

Quickening his feet, he walked towards the end of the street regardless, hoping to see the familiar road on that side.

The stone houses on both sides disappeared, and the eyes suddenly opened up.

This is a pier.

Half of the red sun hangs low on the distant sea level, while the other half turns into red ink, rippling on the sea surface, extending to the shore, and beating the hull of the ship with light blue waves.

On the towering wooden boat, the white sails are completely closed, only a black and white skull flag is flying high on the mast, arrogantly.

Richer first marveled at this huge pirate ship, and then his eyes were completely attracted by the two rows of fishmongers on the shore.

All kinds of strangely shaped fish, alive and dead, were arranged in frames and rows, and his mind was a little bit overwhelmed.

This one is braised in soy sauce, that one is deep-fried, and the little one next to it is steamed, so how fragrant it should be.

Richel pursed his lips and rubbed his stomach aggrievedly, he was so hungry.

The salty sea breeze dried his chapped lips, and he walked along the shore from one end to the other, and gradually, something caught his attention.

There are many people in each stall, and the fish is killed very quickly. They take out the internal organs of the fish, clean the fish body, put it in bags, and give it to the customers who come and go.

However, those internal organs were all thrown aside, unless the clothes were too shabby, they would ask to take the internal organs with them.

"Well, can you guys give it away?" Anyway, they were all rejected.

A fishmonger saw that he was not well dressed, so he understood, "Whoever says you can give it away, thirty copper coins."

"I only need a little." It's useless for him to ask for so much, and it will be broken tomorrow if he can't use it up. "Just a few pieces of internal organs."

"Bought in piles." He said, in fact, these internal organs are useless to them, and they will clean them into the sea when the fish are sold out.Now that someone buys it, it saves cleaning time and makes a small fortune.

"Then I won't buy it."

Thirty copper coins, why didn't he grab the money.

"Those 25, so many offal for so little money, where else can you find them?"

"Then I'll find the stall that is short, and they don't want any money." He had already seen the people ahead of him sweeping all the offal into the sea, so he was really anxious to respond.

"Wait." The fishmonger stopped him, "Twenty copper coins, no less."

"Five." Richer said casually, looking anxiously at the pair of free internal organs.

"Fifteen." The fishmonger forcefully stopped him, not letting him go.

"Four."

"Why are you calling back?" The fishmonger had an old knife scar in the corner of his eye, and he was staring at him, looking particularly fierce.

"You're selling it now, and I still feel it's a loss." Richel weighed the flour in his arms, feeling trembling in his heart, "I'm going to sell it elsewhere, get out of the way."

"Five copper coins, I will sell it according to your original order." The fishmonger said with a displeased face.

"Three." Richel was about to leave, and there was another stall over there, sweeping the internal organs into the sea.

"You... Cheng Chengcheng, if it weren't for how poor you are, we would have sold you for thirty copper coins, so it would be considered a good deed."

Richel hesitantly took out three copper coins from his pocket, and the fishmonger snatched them quickly, for fear that he would repent, "Look at my fish, they are all alive and kicking, and their internal organs are all fresh. After several months of salvage at sea, when they came back, they were all dead fish, and you couldn’t even taste the taste, so you made money.”

The more he babbled, the more Richel felt how unwise it was to come to this stall.

Forget it, just treat it as road money.

The fishmonger neatly put away the fish stall, leaving behind a pile of fish viscera. Before leaving, he did not forget to ask him to clean it up, and ran out while saying that he should oil the soles of his feet.

After a while, he was the only one left here, along with piles of fish guts, disheveled in the sea breeze.

The stench is compelling.