Octopus Online Feeding Guide

The three days after the Schillington Festival are all fasting days. Richer once believed that this was because the monks ate too much meat on the day of the Schillington Festival, causing deep sins in their hearts, and specially used three days for confession.

But no matter what, on the second day, there were more people participating in the chopsticks training class. Richel took a quick look, and found that almost half of them were brightly dressed and practicing using chopsticks with great interest.

On the third day of the competition, most of the square was crowded with people, those who watched the excitement, those who participated in the competition, and even the high-rise buildings around the square were occupied to watch.

The most exciting thing was the presence of the bishop. All the audience stood up and saluted him devoutly and respectfully. They drew three circles in the center of their foreheads, representing the Holy Light bestowing wisdom, health and happiness on them.

The bishop looked at them gently and benevolently, said a few polite words, and sat down at the head.

"My lord." Richel approached happily. Many people would go to the monastery to listen to the holy prayers during fasting days. The reason why so many people flocked today is the result of these monks' propaganda.

The bishop looked at him kindly, "Your dishes can help them realize the beauty of heaven, and persuade them to be good."

"This is exactly my original intention of making delicious food." Richel said, "I want to make the beauty concrete and guide them not to add evil."

They all knew in their hearts that these were nothing but religious lies.

"For example, drinking soup with a spoon distinguishes us from the booze of animals." He carefully prepared a set of tableware for the bishop overnight and dedicated it to him at this moment. Both soul and body remain pure."

It's just a religious cover, and he will too.

Opening the box, there are exquisite silver dishes, spoons and chopsticks, inlaid with a circle of pure gold forget-me-nots pattern, which was proposed by Richer on the spur of the moment when he couldn't think of anything to decorate.

The bishop showed a pious smile, "Eating is the most basic practice. If you eat two meals a day, if you use chopsticks, they will soon be able to get rid of their sins. I believe the future of Liberty City will be even better."

In Richel's understanding, my religious achievements over the past few years depend on you.

Richel nodded again and again, "After listening to your teachings, I have now strengthened my heart and used practical actions to help more people."

The so-called firmness of one's heart means that the two have reached a consensus, and he knows that he can let go and do it.

The two chatted happily, and the owner of the restaurant near the square was envious.

He stroked his eight-legged beard, twirled his tail, walked into the kitchen, took a spoonful of it, and the soybean milk finally coagulated into tofu.

He has seen how Richer cooks a vegetarian bear paw. At that time, he was still thinking, isn't it just to smash white things like beans into a puree, then steam them in water, fry them in oil, and put them in the wok again? Is there any difficulty in adding the so-called marinade?

It's just that the cooking method is a bit novel, and it's not impossible to call some mysterious names.

However, three days were about to pass, and he still hadn't succeeded in making one, and even tofu had just learned how to make it.

Richel once generously explained the method of making tofu, which sounded easy, but he didn't know exactly what the ratio of ingredients was and what the brine was.

He bought almost a hundred pounds of dried beans and tried everything he could think of. After two days of this, the bean liquid barely formed lumps.

Pressed on the surface of the tofu, it does not feel firm.

Then, he imitated the cook's practice, rolling large pieces of tofu on top of the dense net radish, making it into a muddy shape.

After squeezing the last piece of tofu through the radish hole, turn over and scrape the part of the tofu mash that sticks to the radish bottom into the serving basin with a spatula.

The scallion and ginger water is also filtered through the radish, poured into the tofu mash, then beaten into eggs, salt and freshly ground flour with a stone mill, and mixed evenly with hands.

Take another big bowl, crack three eggs, add concentrated water flour, and stir clumsily with chopsticks. It took a long time to get it right. Finally, I took a fork in my hand and struggled to fully blend the two together.

Set up an iron pan by the fireplace, poured olive oil into the pan, and turned the pan slowly like Richel did.

After the pot is hot, pour the excess oil back, leaving only a thin layer of fat on the inner wall of the iron pot.

Pour in the egg liquid, stick a wet towel to the handle of the pot and turn it, the egg liquid will flow evenly along the wall of the pot, and spread out into a pancake that is slightly thicker than usual.

The other iron pan was already heated up. He used a frying spoon to scoop in an appropriate amount of oil, put in the soaked diced mushrooms and peas, as well as fried eggs and minced green onion and ginger. Put the spice sauce water into a wooden barrel and cover it with a wooden lid for later use.

He tore one out of a stack of omelets and put them on a plate. He recalled how Richel did it, like a tailor, with a knife to meticulously carve out a shape of a bear's paw of a suitable size.

The cook who cooked the thick soup at the banquet before is also making this dish at this moment.

She is spreading a thin layer of mashed tofu on the omelette, putting in the vegetable stuffing that she has prepared with her own understanding, picking up a ball of mashed tofu from the basin, clasping the tips of her thumb and index finger together to form a ring, and pinching it, Squeeze out a tofu ball.

With the other hand, he took the balls and spread them on the stuffing. The balls faced each other one by one, covering the vegetable stuffing and protruding into the shape of the soles of the feet.

She took a small shovel and wiped it back and forth a few times, carefully smoothing the uneven surface to a smooth and round shape. Gradually, a sole of the foot was formed.

Squeeze out five more tofu balls, and attach them to the top of the soles one by one, and modify them with thin sticks to make the soles and toes more beautiful and delicate.

A red shrimp claw split in half is inserted on the top of each toe, and the tip of the nail is bent upwards and buckled inwards. At this point, the bear's paw is completely formed.

She let out a long breath, it was quite simple, just like a sculptor, it took a little effort.

In the kitchen of the tall, skinny cook who made the chicken, the water in the pot was already boiling and boiling.

He put the freshly made wooden rack into the pot, with a plate of bear's paws on top of the water. According to the time when he went in and out of the kitchen to take the chicken to roast, Richel should steam it for 15 minutes on high heat.

After steaming the bear paws, there is already a layer of golden dry skin on the outer tofu surface. He brushed a thin layer of brown sauce on the surface in turn. In order to make their skins brownish red, he chose to use raspberries. Fruit and saffron, and a little spice powder was added to the sauce.

Richel slowly slid the steamed bear's paw from the plate into the large colander. The oil pan was heated, and the colander was empty and free from oil. Richel held the handle of the spoon and slid the bear's paw into the pot from the side .

Most of the pot of oil boiled and rolled, and the whole bear paw was submerged in the oil pot for frying. At this time, it was a test of the chef's eye skills. If the frying was too much, the taste was old and the color was deep;

If the frying is not in place, it is easy to fall apart, and the color of the bear's paw is not enough, and it does not look good.

When the skin of the bear's paw is brown-red with bright gold, Richel quickly removes it and puts it aside to drain the oil.

Re-add base oil to the pot, add onion, ginger, and garlic to sauté until fragrant, sprinkle a circle of brandy along the wall of the pot, white mist rises from the whole pot, and the strong aroma of white water pear hits the face.

In the steaming mist, Richel's calm figure loomed, and he added the broth methodically, seasoned with salt, shiitake mushroom powder, maltose, and soy sauce, and carefully put the bear's paw into the pot again so that the marinade covered the entire bear's paw.

Richer scooped up a little soup with a large spoon in his hand, and poured it on the bear's paw continuously. When the marinade boiled, he covered the pot.

"Steaming in water, frying in oil, cooking in a wok, three in and three out of bear's paws in the wok are the key to this dish. I have learned for many years to grasp the timing and heat. If you are interested, you can study more Research is cheap raw material."

The chefs kept recalling Richer's production process and words at that time, imitating his appearance in their hands.

About 3 minutes later, Richel opened the lid of the pot, lifted part of the heel with a large spoon, and the colander in the other hand passed through the gap between the dish and the pot, and slowly moved the whole bear paw into the colander.

Drain the marinade and place on a wooden platter.

Surrounding the bear's paw are green and tender vegetable leaves of the same size with white stalks, on which the shape of orchids is roughly made with shrimp paste and fungus.

Richel took the onion, ginger, garlic and spices out of the pot, and continued to add soy sauce and water starch into the remaining marinade to collect the soup thick juice, and finally poured the juice on the bear's paw.

In other people's kitchens, their bear paws had already been broken into pieces, and a pot of oil was wasted, with bits and pieces of tofu floating around, completely out of shape.

"How could it be possible to make such fragile ingredients." They muttered to themselves in distress, and dumped a pile of horrible things into the drain.

"The last big dish is here!" Richel put the vegetarian bear paw in the middle of the long table, slapped Adrian's impatient hand, and said with a smile: "We didn't have a good gathering in the restaurant on Schillington's Day, after that When others were resting, we were busy with the training class, and now everything has been perfectly resolved. So today, I will cook a table to reward everyone, thank you for your help!"

"Everything should be done." Chelsea waved his hand lazily, always looking like he was not awake.In other words, in the eyes of outsiders, those eyes are the same as if they were not opened.

Everyone poured a glass of wine in their hands, raised their glasses one after another, and collided in the middle, "Cheers!"

After drinking a glass of wine, everyone started to eat happily. Hayer commanded Jacob with dignity, helping him pick up this dish and scoop that soup. After finally finishing his work, he sat down and found that Hayer was gone. .

Hastings pointed under his seat.

Jacob bent down to look, but there was no sign of him in his big eyes.

"You sat on it." Richel reminded him friendly.

The Cyclops was startled, and quickly stood up, and saw Hayle lying there with a look of lovelessness on the cushion of his seat.

Sooner or later, he will bury this big fool!

"Hurry up, it won't taste good when it's cold." Richel greeted, and took a piece of oil-cut chicken for Adrian.

Adrian was stunned for a moment, his eyes wandered around, he cut open the bear's paw, and scooped a big spoonful for Richel.

"Good things should be shared by everyone." Chelsea shouted, completely disregarding the image of a lady, and put a large piece into the bowl.

Others also rushed in. For these people, you really don't have to be polite. This is the way of survival that Hastings learned after coming here for a while.

Before, he still thought that he was a servant and shouldn't eat at the same table as the master's family.Now, relying on his quickness, accuracy and ruthlessness, he has won a large piece of bear's paw for himself.

Pay attention to politeness and etiquette among nobles, and food can only enter the stomachs of these races that do not need food.

A plate of bear's paws was divided up within two strokes.

After eating and drinking, everyone sat on the back of the chair contentedly, chatted and joked one after another.

After tonight, their hotels and restaurants will be busier.

Richel went upstairs after taking a bath, and there was already a raging fire in the bedroom fireplace, sparks were crackling and dancing.

Adrian was sitting on a rocking chair by the fireplace, shaking his head and dozing off.

He took a thin blanket, walked up to him silently, and gently covered him.

The right foot climbed onto something soft and boneless, cold and lubricated, and spiraled up the ankle.

This should be put in the past, he will be scared to death.

"Go and lie on the bed if you're not asleep." Richel said while wiping his hair. This man always liked to roll his ankles, rub them slowly, and then draw circles on the soles of his feet maliciously, to see him begging for mercy.

The next moment, Richel's body was heavy, and when he realized it, he had already been thrown onto the bed.

No sleep for one night.

Richel lay lazily in Adrian's arms, the doors and windows of the room were closed tightly, the fireplace was warm and dry, and he wanted to nestle himself in the cool body temperature.

"I don't want to get up." He acted lazily, picked up a tentacles, and rubbed his head vigorously on it.

Adrian glanced at it, "It's all glued to my eyes."

"You despise me?" Richel turned over and pressed his jaw against his chin, pinching his cheeks out of shape.

"No." He shrank his tentacles, how dare he dislike it.

Richel smiled smugly and rewarded him with a kiss.

"When I get old, if you dare to despise me and abandon me, I will rape you first and then kill you! Make it into a sizzling octopus."

Adrian moved his head and freed his chin a little, "Honey, this is impossible, you have elven blood, and you are almost immortal." This kind of question is simply not valid.

"It's also possible to be ugly."

"You were only a little better-looking than most humans." He said truthfully, "Pure-blooded elves are much better-looking, and you probably haven't seen them yet."

What this means is that in his eyes, he can only be considered average in appearance?

"Will we still have a good chat, can we say some sweet words of love?" Richel was dissatisfied.

"A love story?"

Richel nodded, his eyes sparkling, full of anticipation.

He always felt that he was so easy to deceive, this person didn't even say a single word of love to him, and they got together in a daze.

Adrian frowned and thought about it, his eyes lit up, and he chanted affectionately: "Dear Richel, we are a pair of chopsticks, you are one, I am one..."

"Stupid octopus." Richer frantically pushed the man down on the bed, and now he had the motivation to get up.

Putting on his clothes and going downstairs, and opening the door, he was shivered by the strong wind.

At some point, fluffy snowflakes floated in the sky, and in the twilight of the morning sun, they fell slowly, accumulating a thin layer.

"It's snowing." Jacob also got up early with him, and went downstairs slowly, with a sleepy look on his face.

"What happened to your face?"

"Hayil scratched it." He touched the scratches on his face. He was going to sleep at night, but the vampires were at their most energetic, and they made a lot of noise. He grabbed Hayil and held him in his arms as a pillow. He scratched all night.

The two started work and prepared breakfast, and the steaming mist could slowly emerge from the yard, dispelling all the cold.

When Lichel took out the last drawer of steamed stuffed buns, he found that the hall was full of people, many of them were dressed in neat ironing, and looked like servants of gentlemen or noble families.

Affected by the publicity, gradually, more and more people began to pay attention to this restaurant in Geli Street.

In the last two days, apart from the left room that they usually store and use as a bedroom on the second floor, the remaining [-] rooms on the right have all started to be renovated, and it will take three to five days at the shortest, and half a month at the longest, before they can be put into use.

As he thought at the beginning, the nobles are not willing to come to the common people's neighborhood to eat. In the lobby, apart from the common people eating noodles and dumplings, there are more attendants waiting there quietly, waiting for Richel to prepare the dishes. Get into the carriage and drive all the way to the inner city.

But correspondingly, there are also many businessmen in Midtown who have taken a fancy to the private room service, which is very suitable for business negotiations, and ten private rooms are in short supply.

Thinking about it this way, Richel couldn't help but began to scribble on the paper again to settle accounts. If all sixty private rooms on the second floor were opened up, how long would it take for the decoration cost to be recovered by profit.

"Is Richel there?"

"Here, what do you want?" Richer put away the pen and paper, turned his head and saw a familiar person standing by the door.

"Gnar, why are you here! Come in and sit down." He ushered him into the house. It was only a few days after winter, and the wind and snow outside were extremely heavy. Gnar's eyebrows and sparse and messy hair were covered with snow particles.

Richel patted the snowflakes off his body, called to Adrian loudly, and asked him to boil a pot of hot water.

Gnar clenched his hands awkwardly, looking at everything in front of him.

The last time he came, his eyes were attracted by the brand new and huge kraft paper in the lobby.

This time, when the wind was blowing everywhere, the place was warm and bright even without a fireplace.

He looked at each decoration carefully, and it was obviously just a simple decoration, but it revealed a unique atmosphere, spotless, completely different from his skin that hadn't bathed for half a month and his clothes that had already turned black and stiff.

"Sit down quickly." Richel beckoned him to sit down, and asked, "Why are you free today?"

Gnar smiled, melancholy creeping up his face again.

"I'm not welcome?"

"No." Richel was a little embarrassed, "It's so windy and snowy outside, everyone likes to stay at home."

He suddenly understood.

Everyone stayed at home, who gave him money for the winter.

At this moment, he just wants to give himself a mouthful, which pot is not open and which pot to lift.

But to be honest, they are not familiar with each other.Gnar is the original owner's good brother and good partner. When he came here, his eyes were darkened, and he tried to survive all day long, so he didn't have much time to pay attention to him.

At the same time, he is also reluctant to get in touch with Gnar, for fear that he will see something.Now that they haven't seen each other twice in half a year, the relationship between the two has become even stranger.

"I just passed by here today, thinking that I haven't seen you for a while, so I came in to have a look." Nal said, "I didn't expect your business to grow bigger and bigger."

"It's just a small restaurant." Richel shook his hand nonchalantly, with the humility engraved in the bones of his race in his smile, "I can't make much money."

Gnar smiled stiffly: "I saw you in St. John's Square half a month ago."

Half a month ago?

"Oh, you're talking about the chopsticks training class." Richer suddenly realized, "It's for the restaurant's publicity, isn't it okay?"

Not only was it okay, most of the square was full of people, he huddled in a corner, and at a glance, it was full of gaudy people, like a grand carnival.

Richer stood on the stage in front of the crowd, like St. John behind him.

"It must have cost a lot of money." Gnar didn't know how he felt, and thought to himself, this should be the amount of money he would never earn in his life.

"Not much." The leaflet was drawn by Adrian, and Chelsea and Jacob Hayle were in charge of organizing the event. The corn for sugar was free, but the barley and nuts did cost some.But it is not expensive, the key is the tableware given to the bishop, which cost a lot of money.

But without paying, there will be no gain.

After listening to his words, Gnar felt even more uncomfortable. In his eyes, the publicity training must have cost a lot, but for Richer, it was just a light "not much", which shows that this amount of money is not worth it in his eyes. What kind of.

Thinking of his current life, his nose was sour, and he couldn't stay any longer.

"I, I'm leaving first, and I won't disturb your business."

"Wait." Richel hurriedly pulled him back, carefully choosing his words, and said sincerely, "My words may be hurtful, but right now, I'm short of people in the restaurant. If you want, can you stay and help me?"

"Help you?" Gnar was taken aback.

After starting a conversation, the rest of the conversation went much smoother. Richel smiled and said, "We have relatively few employees in the restaurant, and we are usually too busy. You are my good brother, you won't die without saving your life, will you?"

"But, Hu Fu..."

"Sister-in-law and children should live in together. There are quite a lot of rooms on the second floor. This used to be a hotel. The beds, tables and chairs are all ready-made. You can live in after cleaning. I will accompany you to buy bedding and curtains later."

Gnar hesitated.

"Let's take them over today, the road is difficult in winter, go there early."

"No," he wondered, "I've never worked in a restaurant."

"It doesn't matter." Richel said, "Everyone learns from scratch."

In the past, he only needed to be a chef. Now, he is not only a chef, but also planning, operating, publicizing, communicating and cooperating with people, negotiating contracts, learning market research and analysis, and exploring the future path and prospects for the restaurant. , I will worry about profits and costs, and I have to review the gains and losses every day, and learn how to take one step and see three steps.

These are not achieved overnight, they are all explored during this period of hard work.He had never learned this before, let alone thought about it.

Ultimately, life taught him.

"Let's talk about it first, I can't afford too much monthly salary, at most three silver coins."

Gnar was taken aback, and shook his hands again and again, "It's too much, too much, so there's no need for so many."

"It's okay, Jacob—he's also from the restaurant. He's learning how to cook from me recently, and he's getting about the same salary a month now." Richel comforted him.

Gnar sniffled, a little moved.

In the evening, Lesney got out from the corner, hooked the scythe on the counter and climbed onto the table, the dust gathered above his head into the words "Welcome to the Hotel Restaurant".

This was a bad idea from Richel, who said that he was too shy of strangers, and suggested that he sit at the counter with Chelsea and meet people a few more times, so that he would not be shy of strangers anymore.

He felt that the suggestions in the first half were very good. As for opening the empty black hole every time, no one knew whether he was in a daze or looking at people.

Today, he found that there was one more person in the restaurant.

Not long after, there were more people in the restaurant. Five children were looking around chattering with broken pots and pans and dropped shoes.

A child came over curiously, touched him, felt dissatisfied, pushed him forward, and threw him on the counter with a loud crash.

The child went around the counter and saw that the shattered skeletons were pieced together bit by bit, and took a phalanx in a tricky way.

"Quick, look, he's moving, bury him in the soil, and see if he'll survive." He shouted excitedly, and buried the amputated finger bone in the small flowerbed by the door with a group of children.

When Richel came out, the tables, chairs and floors in the hotel lobby were covered with mud marks. Walking out along the traces, most of the forget-me-not flowers at the door were ruined, and the laughter of a group of children was harshly contagious on the second floor.

Richel looked at Nar and Hu Fu in surprise.

Gnar said awkwardly: "We'll clean it up right away, Hu Fu, don't worry about the children, come and clean up quickly, Master Richer is going to be angry."

Richel was directly embarrassed by the word "Master".

"Don't say that, we are all friends." The original owner definitely didn't want to have such a relationship with him.

"Didn't you see that I was feeding the child? I haven't eaten all day today. You are useless. You don't care about your family every day."

"I don't care about my family? Will I come out to beg early every morning if I don't care about my family? You don't even look at the weather now."

"So you're blaming me for everything?"

Seeing that the two of them were completely ignoring the restaurant, they were getting louder and louder, and they were about to fight, Richer's face became serious.

"The problem should be solved first," he emphasized again, "It will be the peak season of the hotel soon, Gnar, let's clean up first, Hu Fu, you take the children to clean up the room first."

Hu Fu nodded and bowed in response, coaxing the children in his arms non-stop, saying: "These children have no time to discipline them. I will definitely tell them that they can't do this."

"It's normal for children to be naughty." Richel forced a smile, "There's no time, let's do it first."

Still tidying up, there were two people standing outside the door. The woman looked around the door, laughed, and yelled gloatingly, for fear that she would not be able to attract others' attention.

"Look at this restaurant, in such a dirty environment, I don't even know if there is any dust or mud in the dishes."

Richel saw that it was the noble lady who caused trouble in the restaurant last time, and beside her was a handsomely dressed young man.