Octopus Online Feeding Guide

The roar of wind and snow outside the window could be clearly heard in the room, and the closed doors and windows blocked their intrusion, which also made the room even more oppressed by the burning flame of the fireplace.

Hu Fu sat on the edge of the bed, clasping the hand of the youngest child tightly with both hands, without blinking.

The faces of the five children were all pale. Igna held his hat up, and with his slender fingers, signaled the Nars to lift the back of the child. He pinched the fragile chin and poured a tube of gray-black medicine into his mouth.

The child immediately turned red, coughed non-stop, struggled violently a few times, woke up slowly, and lay on the bedside retching.

Several other people were also woken up by the same method, their faces turned pale, and their expressions were beyond words.

After wiping his fingertips and long hooked nails, Igna packed up his things and went downstairs to leave.

"My poor children!" Hu Fu threw himself on them and cried loudly, unable to calm down for a long time.

"What's the matter with you, and where did you get into trouble again!" Seeing that everyone was fine, Gnar became angry, "I told you not to cause trouble for Mr. Richer, but you didn't listen. Now it's all over, and I owe him another debt." A lot of medical money."

Richer heard that he wanted to follow his words and avoid the medical expenses this time. For some reason, he felt a little blocked and didn't want to answer the question.

Hu Fu was dissatisfied with Gnar's accusation, "You only think about money all day long, isn't the life of the children not their life? It was not good to live outside the city before, but the children have never been so close to death. Now We moved here to live, but we still have to worry about whether we will lose our lives."

Richer was just kind-hearted at first, but now it's his fault, and his face is a little ugly.

The oldest child, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, tugged at Hu Fu's sleeve and cried, "This house is haunted."

"There are many, many, and there is a lot of blood on the head."

"There are also those who can break off their hands and use them as sticks to beat us."

A few children cried out, Gnar recalled that when he was begging in this street, he heard the beggars around him mention that there was an abandoned house on this street, which looked decorated from the outside. Yes, but it is a carnival place for evil spirits and witches, and everyone who walked in disappeared.

Over time, the name of the house has also become a taboo, gradually lost in everyone's mouth, only know the legend, but don't know which one it is.

He was full of thoughts, seeing Richel standing next to him, he felt that he was thinking too much, the restaurant greeted people every day, so many people came in and out, how could it be that haunted house.

"The children just woke up, don't talk about it, have you had dinner yet, there are still some leftovers in the kitchen downstairs." Richer changed the subject.

"I'll get some and bring it up, thank you, Master Richel." Gnar said gratefully.

"I told you I'm a friend, don't call me that." Richel laughed awkwardly, "Come with me."

As soon as the door was opened, a skeleton shadow flashed outside the door.

"It's him, that bad guy who caught us upstairs and let ghosts scare us!" A child cried out immediately.

Lesni's skull shuddered and fled in a hurry, while Gnar swooped down and pinned him down.

Gnar raised his body and took a closer look. There was only a pile of old powder underneath.

He clapped his hands and spat on the dust, "It's really fast."

"I remember this skeleton. We took it down and buried it in the evening." A child cried out crisply.

Different from ordinary skeletons and dead bodies, this one is very flexible and extremely intelligent.

"We buried it with good intentions, but he released evil spirits to scare us." The oldest child added, taking the lead in weeping in grievance, and the other children were also very angry.

"It must have been revenge."

"Skeletons are the most evil thing."

"A guy who doesn't know how to be grateful."

"Children, you are too careless, how can you touch such dirty things." Hu Fu said, "Tomorrow I will take you to the monastery."

Richer finally understood who caused the mess in the lobby downstairs, and the worry on his face dissipated with their words, "If you don't mess with him, he won't mess with you either."

Hu Fu was stunned, "You actually speak for that filthy bastard!"

"We don't welcome it here." The children's eyes widened, and they started chattering again.

"Shove it away."

"Yes, drive away." The lesson of the night was immediately forgotten by them, "This is our home, such a beautiful home, there shouldn't be such a thing."

"It can't live here, such a horrible thing, it can't live with us."

"It brings bad luck and misfortune."

The children said something here and there, Richel took a deep breath, rubbed his hands together, and finally held back.

Gnar also looked at him, and said, "Richer, from the perspective of a friend and brother, let me advise you, evil spirits are evil spirits after all, look at the vampires wandering around at night, which one is good? It will kill you sooner or later."

"He lived here first, and was the original owner of this house." Richel emphasized that he never had the idea of ​​driving Lesney away.

"But, aren't you the owner of this house?" The children looked at him, and looked at Gnar suspiciously.

"Richel, you used to love us the most, why did you change after you made money?" Another child said sadly with big round eyes open.

Richel was a little indescribably angry, with a stern tone in his tone, "It has nothing to do with how much money you make. Lesney has always lived in peace with us and is our good friend. When you first came, you kept saying that you would He drove him away, saying that he was tainted with bad luck, isn't it too unreasonable to make trouble! I never felt any misfortune."

Gnar and Hu Fu were taken aback, they didn't expect Richel to be so angry.

"Richel... Li..." Gnar looked at him eagerly, trying to explain, but didn't know what to say.

"Gnar, if you don't like this place, I have no reason to force you to stay. It's late today, so you can leave tomorrow morning." Richel sighed and closed the door for them.

When there was no movement at all, the pile of dust in the corridor quietly condensed, and gradually turned into a skeleton again.

The whole person huddled in the shadow of the black robe, and Lesni stared at Richel's figure through the quaint vertical railing, watching him gradually disappear along the stairs.

Early the next morning, when Richel went downstairs to make breakfast with Jacob, he was stopped by Nar at the stairs.

He and Hu Fu tossed and turned without sleeping all night, when they heard the movement in the corridor, they hurriedly followed.

"Master Richel, my children were ignorant last night, please forgive them and don't drive us away."

Gnar's facial features were condensed into a ball, and his face was full of vicissitudes of life. Together with the short and thin dwarf figure, there was a sense of disobedience for a teenager in his teens with a middle-aged face.

"We have no other place to go. Yesterday you said you would give me a place to live. Hu Fu brought all the things in the house. Now that dilapidated house must have been divided up by the people next to it."

Hu Fu begged, "Do you really have the heart to see us freeze to death on the street?"

Richel's heart softened, "You also helped me a lot back then."

"We brought the pot and the small coal stove," Gnar smiled. "If you need it, I'll go to the room and move it down."

"No need." Richel stopped, and moving the coal stove down was only taking up space.

Gnar had already run into the room, excitedly removing the old coal stove.

"Where is it, Monsieur Richel?"

"It's really not necessary. The stove in the kitchen is enough. A coal stove is not very useful."

"Don't worry too much about me," Gnar looked around, but couldn't find anyone who could help, so he gritted his teeth and moved the coal stove downstairs and into the kitchen.

There was an unpleasant sound of metal scratching on the ground, and several scratches of different thicknesses were scratched on the flat stone floor. Richer's sleepy mind suddenly woke up, and his eardrums hurt sharply.

He went downstairs too, and simply carried the stove with him into the yard, behind the huge pine tree.

Another waste that takes up space.

"If there is anything else you need from me, just ask." Gnar clapped his hands, very happy, feeling that he had helped him a lot.

"Let's go wash the vegetables first." Richel rolled his eyes around and arranged a job for him. "We have to hurry up and get ready for breakfast, and the sales will start in a while."

"Okay, sir." Gnar went to get the food.

Richel hurriedly grabbed him, "Wash your hands first." He suspected that his hands hadn't been washed for ten years, and he couldn't bear it just by glancing at them.

"You'd better take a shower first." Richel pushed him into the bathroom, letting him take a good shower.

Having already wasted a lot of time, Lear moved faster with his hands, kneaded the dough, and then covered it to wake up for a while.

Taking advantage of this time, Jacob has already chopped the shrimp meat into a puree, as well as the red cabbage, shiitake mushrooms and carrots, and Richel only needs to add seasonings to enhance the flavor.

In addition, beat the eggs, spread them into omelets in the pan, then stack them together and chop them for later use.

Gnar came out of the bathroom with a completely new look. Even he was shocked. He felt extremely comfortable all over his body. He rewrapped the new animal skin jacket he bought yesterday, and opened the door to enter the main house along the stone slab road.

The fire in the stove drove away all the cold outside, shrouded in mist, and the smell of food that he had never had before was constantly luring his saliva out.

Jacob was pinching the dough into doses and kneading it into a ball. With a light tap of his palm, it became a piece of dough.

Richel took it, rolled it twice casually, threw it aside, and picked up the next one. The whole process was coordinated very well and extremely skilled.

After one dough is completely rolled out, Jacob brushes the pot and adds water and firewood. Richel puts the shrimp meat into the dough, pinches the middle tightly, and recesses a corner into the exposed holes on both sides to form four holes. Add red cabbage, shiitake mushrooms, diced carrots, and grated eggs, and arrange them on a plate.

If the gap is too large, the Sixi dumplings will collapse during the steaming process. If the gap is too small, the skins will stick too closely together, forming lumps.

Richer quickly arranged them one by one, and when the water in the pot boiled, put them into a large plate and steam them in the pot.

"Richer...Master, when did you learn this skill?" Gnar looked at all this in surprise.

"When I was bored, I fumbled slowly, and I finally found it." Richel said vaguely, although there are undead in this world, there is no such thing as him who revives the soul from a dead body.

An undead is an undead, and a dead body is a dead body. It is never possible to be reunited after death and resurrected.

Telling others that he is not the original owner, he always feels weird, like a different kind.

Richel didn't see it, and after hearing his words, Gnar's eyes darkened.

"Go and unlock the door first, the guests will come later." Richer moved his hands quickly.

Gnar nodded, and walked out of the kitchen, his eyes still lingering on his hands.