Octopus Online Feeding Guide

After repaying Nar’s money, for five days in a row, Richel spent more than 30 copper coins for food every day, and saved all the rest of the money. When he went to get the cart and steamer, Richel paid the money Nearly 400 copper coins remain.

Now he dares to eat three meals a day, and dares to buy two slices of black bread for one meal.Although it is still rare, after selling Huamo spring rolls in the evening, he will go to the beach and enjoy the sea breeze. When some fish stalls are about to be closed, he will take the initiative to clean them up. Taking advantage of this time, he will go to get some fish oil and fish soaks , and some missing small fish.

Take a little fish oil and deep-fry the oil, fry the small fish until golden and crispy on both sides, pour some water into the pot while it is hot, the fish soup will become milky white, the fishy smell will disappear, and the delicious taste will come out.

If you add some natural and pollution-free wild mushrooms and wild vegetables in the forest, cook a pot of thick soup, and just sprinkle some salt, the taste is even better than ordinary restaurants.

Sitting on the grass, with a piece of bright yellow floral cloth under it, put fish soup on it, take a few sips of hot soup and hot dishes in the afterglow of the setting sun and wild flowers not far away, and all the fatigue can be swept away And the light.

The creek was flowing quietly, and occasionally a few furry, unknown little beasts would smell the smell and look at him with wet eyes while drinking water. Richel took out a piece of mushroom and threw it over, which made people jump and panic As he fled, his laughter wafted from the forest.

Now with the car, he doesn't have to be in the forest all the time.Richel picked and washed the mushrooms and wild vegetables the night before, and on the second day, he pushed the cart into the next-door area.

The blue flower bushes of that hotel have become his trademark. As long as some regular customers see this flower bush from a distance, they will know that there is a young human vendor next to the flowers, who will sell some weird and delicious snacks.

Today, this small trader pushed a small cart over.

A group of dwarf children immediately surrounded him, each of them was only up to Richel's knees. How could they see it? After a while, they all moved their stools over to have a look.

In the newly bought big basket lay the plump and round flower buns, full of fun, adults and children alike, and sold out quickly.

Beside the stove on the other side of the cart, Richel took out the fermented rye flour the night before, lifted off the gauze, and flicked it casually. Sour.

"What are you doing?"

"Save your stomach for delicious snacks." Richel said mysteriously.

He poured the dough from a large bowl onto a floured chopping board, kneaded and kneaded until all the air bubbles were gone, broke it into pieces, and rolled them into short strips with a thickness of 1 cm and a length of about 10 cm. Fold the strips up and down, take a knife in the middle, put oil in the pan, rotate the oil, and after a while, the black, crispy and fragrant rye fritters are ready.

"Fried dough sticks cost one copper coin." Richer said, "Pair it with steamed buns, neither dry nor oily, just right."

The child holding the steamed bun stretched out his hand to ask for fried dough sticks.

Richel wrapped the deep-fried dough sticks with the sycamore leaves picked in the morning and handed them to them, and continued to shout in a drawn-out tone: "At home, there is stewed thick soup at noon and evening, buy a deep-fried dough stick to drink with it, it is full of delicious fragrance , to make the soup in your mouth more delicious—”

After frying all the fritters, put the dripping oil on a plate aside, Richel wiped off his sweat, scooped up a few bowls of flour and mixed it with the dough.

He flattened the dough, spread a layer of fish oil on it, rolled it up and flattened it, spread oil on it, rolled it up and rolled it up again, and did this several times. After rolling it into strips, he broke it into evenly sized balls with his hands and rolled it into a pancake. set aside.

After all the rolls are finished, burn oil in a broken pot, spread a shallow layer of fish oil on the bottom, put in pancakes, and soon both sides become golden, he shouted: "Thousand-layer cakes, three copper coins for one thousand-layer cake cake."

"It's expensive."

"What kind of cake is this? Why is it so expensive?"

"It's better to eat black bread, at least it will fill you up."

"smell good."

Many people gathered around smelling the crispy aroma. The fish oil smelled like fish, and the noodle cake was also stained with this faint smell. Some people couldn't help being curious and bought one for three copper coins.

Richel waited until the oil dripped from the cake, put it on the sycamore leaves, and spread a thin layer of raspberry jam.

Raspberries are also called raspberries. In his previous life, his neighbor planted two trees and gave him some fruit every year. He made raspberries into jam and ate them slowly in the refrigerator.

Now the conditions are poor, and he can only pick some fresh ones in the woods, wash them and boil them in a pot to make a thick sauce. There is no sugar or honey, which is much more sour than what he used to eat.

But the people here really like this bite. The thousand-layer cake is slightly salty and crispy. You can see that it is divided into more than a dozen layers with just one bite.

Even if the dough is not fermented, it will not be hard at all, and it will be rich in taste and taste when served with jam.

"Finger cakes, delicious and nutritious finger cakes." Richer put fried shredded vegetables on the layer cakes, topped with jam, and the appearance and taste were much better than layer cakes. He made them One, placed on a sycamore leaf, "only six copper coins."

At this time, it was just in time for lunch, and all the passers-by were attracted by the smell, stopped and looked at the various dim sum and snacks on this small stall.

Flower buns, spring rolls, deep-fried dough sticks, thousand-layer cakes, finger cakes, there are cheap and expensive, you can choose. The stall was full of people in a short while, watching this human being curiously put the dough into the oil pan, by the way Buy a few things to try something new.

In the evening, when Richel closed the stall and pushed the BMX back home, the money bag he bought could no longer hold the money.

He exchanged a thousand copper coins for one silver coin, and there were still a lot of copper coins left to buy tomorrow's ingredients, as well as pots and stoves.

At last Gnar's kitchen utensils can be returned to him.

That night, Richel had a dream of holding a pile of silver coins.

After a few days like this, the nearby vendors seemed to have found a business opportunity, and began to sell steamed buns one after another. Although it looked ugly, it was much better than the dry and hard black bread, and it was cheaper than what Richer sold. The poor people living here would not care more about looking at the photos. Naturally, whichever one is cheaper will buy whichever one, and the guests will share some.

Richel knew that not only the simple steamed buns, spring rolls, fried dough sticks and layer cakes would be imitated by other stores in the end, if they wanted to make money continuously, they could only continue to introduce new ones.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, he was thinking about the snacks he would make tomorrow, while pushing the cart back to the slums from Geli Street.

Walking along the dirty and muddy ground, the densely packed low wooden houses were built up sideways, which was very stuffy. When Richer walked in, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

Pushing the cart with difficulty through the familiar street, he stood in front of a pile of junk and stared at it for a while, then pushed the cart away.

After 15 minutes, he made a long detour and stood in front of the pile of rubbish again.

"Richer, why are you standing there stupidly." Gnar came over with a broken bowl and a wooden stick, saw a pile of ruins beside his house, and shouted in surprise: "Oh, dear, what is going on?" What's going on?"

Richel trembled, almost being sent away by the exaggerated "dear".

"I also want to know what's going on. I was fine when I left home in the morning." Although the wall that was kicked off by him has been lying outside the door, it has never played its due function.

"I remember, you have been doing that so-called business for the past few days. The rogue Pien came to your house to collect protection money again and again, but he didn't see you. It should be because of this that your house was pushed down by him. gone."

Richel couldn't help being aggrieved and said: "He has always only oppressed us. He has nowhere to go when he bullies us. He can only beg for his alms here and give him a high hand. It is really a bully. If he is really capable, he should go to the city. Here, rely on your own ability to make money."

Fortunately, his dilapidated house was originally a pile of dilapidated things. After he came here, the only function of this place was to sleep.

He removed the wooden board and turned to a kettle. Under the pile of burnt soot, there was a small black iron box, which contained the five silver coins he had earned in the past few days.

"It's impossible to tidy up your house tonight, why don't you come and live in my house." Gnar kindly extended the invitation.

As soon as he finished speaking, his ears twitched, then he turned his head in horror and shouted, "Richer, hurry up, the rascal Pien is here again!"

Richel had just put the small iron box containing the silver coins into his inner shirt pocket, when he heard Gnar's yell, he hurriedly got out of the ruins and fled with the cart.

"Richer, stop!" The orc's characteristic majestic voice roared, which could be heard clearly in the entire slum.

Richel was so frightened that his legs went limp, and the car continued to slant forward unremittingly.People in the surrounding houses looked out, and against the dark and muddy skin, their eyes looked extremely white and bright.

Everyone laughed and said, "Richer, how much do you owe Pin?"

"If you can't run away, pay back the money quickly, and you can save yourself from suffering."

"Pin is here, run away, you help me take cover."

"I heard that this person is addicted to gambling, and it seems that he has lost a lot."

The road was already potholed and narrow, and it was difficult to walk, but some people came to join in the fun. Richer wished to knock all the people in front of him into the air, so he gritted his teeth and pushed the car forward.

The collar was caught suddenly, Richel took a step forward and then fell down, struggling vigorously, the shadow on the ground in front of him emerged from behind.

"Where's my money?" The orc's deep, angry voice rang in his ears.

Pine is covered with messy light-colored hair, a rag around his waist, with a thick nose and wide lips with obvious orc characteristics, and sharp fangs protruding from his mouth, as if the next moment, he can kill The slender human bit off its neck.

"Hero, a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands. If you have something to say, say it well." Richel said timidly, "How much?"

"Six copper coins."

"Two hundred and five?" Richel's eyes widened, "I think you look just like two hundred and five, who here can afford such a high protection fee?"

"You should have paid it a month ago, and the interest is rolling every day. Do you want to know how much you will have tomorrow?" Pien grabbed him like a chicken, "It will allow you, poor bastard, to be able to shelter from the wind today. Drinking a sip of hot soup in a rainy place is still for the sake of Lord Gruumsh."

"Then, then I can't live anymore." Richel signaled to let him go, what a joke, one hundred copper coins can rent a better hotel in Gerry Street, who cares about this crappy house.

"Then hand in the two hundred and five first."

"Why?!" Richel asked dissatisfied.

Pion didn't say anything, but pushed with his thick, fluffy palm, and his whole body hit the cart. The cart that had been used for a few days fell apart, and pots and jars fell to the ground.

Richel frowned and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The poor people around were still watching at first, seeing this and stealthily grabbing a dish from the side.Gradually, those thieves and bastards became more and more daring, directly took the pots and pans on the ground, and one picked up the stove and ran away.

Pean kicked him to the ground, picked up the stove by himself, and grabbed Shell's neck with his other hand.

"Protection fee, boy."

The confinement on the neck became tighter and tighter, and Richel tried feebly to pull those hands away, but it was in vain.

His face became redder and redder, and his consciousness gradually became erratic and blurred.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

The emerald green eyeballs reflected Pi En's ferocious expression coldly and jokingly. Pi En was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, he flew tens of meters away and knocked down a house.