Octopus Online Feeding Guide

After selling the breakfast, Richel took the cage to the backyard to wash and dry, and started making maltose.

It is similar to the method of making it with sweet potatoes, except that the sweet potatoes are replaced with corn, and they are ground in the same way and put in a pot to cook.

The kitchen is filled with white mist, exuding the fragrance of corn and malt.Looking from the strands of smoke, Adrian outside the yard is drawing a leaflet for the second chopsticks training class.

The papyrus is thin and brittle, and with a little effort, it broke immediately. The octopus tentacles smeared on it, and in the end, to save trouble, directly wrote the time, place and event on it, which is simple and clear.

"How is the painting going?" cried Richer, leaning against the window.

"What are you eating?" Adrian was more concerned about this.

"Stretch the tentacles over here." Richel called out, slipped his hands and poured half of the pumpkin seeds into his wrists and feet.

"It's freshly fried, it's guaranteed to be fragrant." Seeing the octopus pouring directly into his mouth, he said with a smile, "If it's in the shell, you have to bite open the shell and eat the melon seeds inside."

Adrian worked on it for a long time, but he didn't know how to gnaw it open to remove the shell and leave the meat.

"Forget it, give it back to me, you stupid octopus." Richel went to the yard to get the melon seeds back. His teeth were knocked up and down, and the tip of the melon seeds was opened. He squeezed the two shells open with his hands, and the white ones In the melon seed shell, the tender green melon seed kernel is inside.

"So there really is." Adrian's hand was about to move.

"Can I still lie to you?" Richel took out his melon seeds, avoiding his hands, "Don't move, open your mouth."

Octopus dissatisfied, "Feels silly."

"You are already stupid enough, hurry up, do you want to eat?"

Adrian opened his mouth helplessly, with a look of lovelessness on his face.

Under the autumn sun, Richier's creamy skin was shining in the sun, his chocolate eyes were full of sweet smiles, and his slender fingers pinched the melon seeds, aiming at his bloody mouth, and threw them away suddenly. .

The melon seeds hit him directly on the nose.

Adrian opened his mouth lonely.

"Can you be more precise." Octopus said dissatisfied, "It's shameful to waste food."

"Okay, let's do it again." Richel peeled off another one, beckoning, "Come closer."

Adrian stretched his neck as he said, and opened his mouth.

"Hmm." His cheeks itched slightly, and this time he missed it again.

"One more time." Richel insisted.

After trying several times in a row, surrounded by green melon seeds, I have never seen him throw it correctly.

Didn't see his blood talent at all.

Adrian rubbed his sour cheeks, tired from opening his mouth for too long.

Richel narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked in the right direction, "Close your eyes."

The octopus sighed inwardly, opened his mouth, and closed his eyes.

The next second, his mouth touched something soft, and his tongue stirred for a long time before clumsily stuffing in a melon seed.

Richel returned to his seat with slight panting, water stains still glistening on his rosy lips, he smiled joyfully and said, "This time we missed it."

"You fouled." Adrian licked his lips, "Shoot again."

"The ancestral secret technique, you can only throw it away this time. You peel it off slowly, the sugar in the pot will be boiled."

Richel patted the melon seeds off his hands, and in a blink of an eye, he saw a child in the kitchen, tiptoeing to grab the pumpkin seeds on the long table.

Seeing that he couldn't reach it, Hayer's eyes wandered, and he saw the white egg in the corner. He ran over a few steps, rolled the egg over, climbed up, stepped on the egg, and it was easy to get the pumpkin seeds in the bowl.

As soon as he grabbed a handful, he heard movement behind him, turned his head and saw that Richel was watching him by the door.

Behind him was the expressionless Adrian.

Hayle shrank his neck and put the melon seeds into his pocket tremblingly.

"Why did you come in? The kitchen is not a place where customers can come and go at will." He took the child off the egg and placed it outside the kitchen.

"Chelsea, look for me, a child has accidentally entered the kitchen."

Hayle could already feel the pressure coming from the counter.She was beaten up by him last time, and she was full of muscles all over her body when she was dreaming in the coffin during the day.

"Why is one corner of this egg dented." Richel touched the egg shell, and it smelled of burnt hair.

"Huomiao, you don't want to eat it, do you?" He poked the fire behind the firewood in the stove, "Chelsea likes this egg very much, you can't eat it."

"My tongue can't stick out that long. It's not that old witch Chelsea..." Huo Miao's momentum suddenly weakened in the middle of the accusation, and the rest of the words were mumbled under the eyes of Chelsea by the door. over.

"What did you say?" Richel couldn't hear clearly.

The flames simply retracted into the stove.

Richel wiped the ash-stained shell and didn't pay much attention to it. He put the dragon egg in a corner, went to the stove to scoop up the corn wort, and filtered it in the yard.

Lesney sneaked into the kitchen without a sound, was caught by the flames and tore off his elbow.

Little Huomiao buried her face in his palm, and cried aggrievedly: "Master Lesney, your dear servant was threatened by that woman, you have to help me get justice."

Lesney flicked the flame back with a flick of his finger, took back his own hand bone, and reattached it.

"Jacob, do me a favor," Richel called from the yard.

Hayle lay down by the window of the room, touched his chin and asked, "Big guy, what is he doing?"

"Maltose," Jacob replied, walking out of the room.

"Sugar?" Hayle poked his neck out even further, "What kind of magic is this?"

Richel took a spoonful of syrup from the pot and put it in the flared bowl, turned the bowl slightly in the water, the syrup at the bottom swirled and rippled along the wall, and cooled down after a while.

Jacob washed his hands, slowly stretched the syrup, folded and wound it, and stretched again. With the experience of last time, he did it more easily this time.Soon, the two pots of malt syrup in his hands turned into hard white sugar lumps.

When the third pot was cooking, Richel asked Adrian and Jacob to smash the nuts into coarse pieces, and asked to grind the beans and peanuts into powder, sift them through a sieve twice, and put a dry pot in the pot. Stir-fry inside to stimulate the aroma of beans and peanuts.

"Is this going to be a dessert like flour?" Adrian dipped a little flour into his mouth, it was much tastier than flour.

"The dessert is real, but not according to the method of flour." Richel put the syrup in a small pot on top of cold water to cool down, with a sweet smile on his face, shaking his heart.

"Don't you love candy, I'll make you the most delicious candy in the world." Richer coaxed him mysteriously.

For a moment, Adrian felt spoiled by him.

The heart continued to expand and evaporate, turning into a warm current, flowing from the heart to the eye sockets.

Richel sprinkled a thick layer of soybean flour on the round dustpan, took out the syrup, rubbed it twice in his hands, waited until it was a little cooler than before, made a hole in the middle, and folded it cross-folded according to the "8". Wrap a layer in bean flour, then cross-fold, stretch, and shake a layer of bean flour.

After going back and forth like this, within a short while, the original lump of brown-red syrup gradually turned into a ball of ivory white sugar strands as thin as long hair in Richer's hands.

Adrian and Jacob stared at the whole process dumbfounded. It was already surprising that the brown-red soft syrup turned into white hard sugar.

Such a hard candy can actually become as soft as a silk thread, entangled in Richer's hands and rolling continuously, the goose-yellow bean powder bounced and surged in the white sugar silk with the movements of his hands, and was in their hands. The tip of the nose is tempting, with the aroma of fried beans.

As soon as he closed the gesture, Lichel shook the light yellow sugar in his hand, tore off some of the sugar, spread a layer of crushed nuts, rolled it seemingly randomly, and the sugar became a loose ball, nestled in the dustpan. corner.

"Come and have a taste." Lichel greeted, and casually took a wooden tray with a shallow mouth around the edge, "Dragon beard candy, I guarantee you like it."

The sugar silk was just pulled casually, some long and some short, and after being rolled into a ball, the roots at the corners were slightly raised, frizzy, yet with a fluffy and cute feeling.

Adrian looked left and right, and always felt that this thing was soft, and he didn't care how hard it was, and it was easy to provoke it.

Like Richel.

The eyes are full of tears, watery and distressing.

He simply bent down, took a ball with his mouth, and put it in his mouth.

Richel scolded with a smile: "Are you a dog? Why do you have so many hands?"

"It's so sweet." Adrian's mouth was full of sugar.

Different from maltose, dragon beard candy is soft when you eat it in your mouth, and it melts into a cloud of honey when it is warm. The bean powder and nuts have a tempting aroma after being roasted, and there is also a bit of roasted nuts. The creamy taste, combined with the sweetness, makes people intoxicated.

Adrian swallowed reluctantly, licked the corner of his mouth, Richel rolled up the ball in his hand, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"It's delicious." He said with a chuckle, quickly rolled the sugar in his hands, and started a new round of transformation and kneading.

"what!"

Everyone was enjoying watching Richel perform "magic", when there was a scream, a ball flew down from the sky.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Jacob threw the dragon beard candy into his mouth, opened his hand, and caught the person just in time.

Cyclops breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your windows are too weak!"

Haier said angrily, the rooms of the hotel and restaurant became bigger and smaller with the races who moved into the room, and the Cyclops recently ate the meals of Richer, and his head grew rapidly.

Just now he was on the second floor watching Lichelle making candy, the more he watched, the more curious he became, his neck stretched out more and more, accidentally, he fell from the huge window and almost fell to the ground.

Jacob's huge one-eyed stared at the little man in the palm of his hand, and when his broad and huge palms closed, they could just wrap the man together.

Such a fragile life.

Seeing that he was angry and lost his temper in his own hands, he gave the little man a piece of the candy that Richel gave him.

It was the enlarged dragon beard candy that Richel specially made for him, and it was as big as Hayle's head in the palm of his hand.

"Don't try to bribe me with candy. I'm a blood noble. I can eat candy at least one day in ten days. I have a prominent status. If I break it, can you afford it?"

Hayle showed off, "You can tell by looking at your room, it's extremely poor."

Jacob touched the back of his head, simply picked up the candy and threw it into his mouth.

Hayer subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, and only got a candy silk of dragon beard.He put it in his mouth, it was sweet and delicious.

I regret it, how long can I eat such a big piece.

"It's you fly again." Adrian looked at him impatiently. If he hadn't disliked that killing him was more troublesome than others, this guy would have never had the chance to jump around here.

Hayle sucked his fingers and sucked up the sweetness on them, and only then remembered his purpose of staying in Jacob's room these days.

He steals food every day, and he forgets his business.

But seeing that octopus's expression was sombre, he retreated step by step wisely and walked out, "I know you don't welcome me, so I'm leaving now, I'm leaving..."

He suddenly showed a ferocious face, shouted loudly, and a phantom passed by, heading straight for Richer.

"Half man, sacrifice for me!"