Octopus Online Feeding Guide

"The meat in the stove is almost done." Richel heard the smell, pushed the person away, and stood up.

The black animal fur coat was covered with snow scum, Adrian patted him clean, ran his fingers through his hair and helped him comb it neatly to the back of his head, and said with some distress, "It's going to freeze."

Richel didn't speak, and deliberately put his hand under his creaking socket.

Adrian was itchy and panicked, and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but was pulled by another force.He had no choice but to clamp his arms tightly to prevent the cold wind from pouring in.

After taking two steps, those cold hands began to feel restless.

Adrian glared at him, and Richel had a "what can you do with me" expression.

The octopus sighed.

Fortunately, the stove was relatively close. Adrian held his hand and warmed it in front of the stove to let the blood flow in his hand.

Richel carefully opened the small door on the oven, let off the hot air, and took out the pork with a shovel.

The three people in the yard followed suit.

A whole piece of pork for seven people.

The fat in wild boar is only a thin layer under the skin, which is almost negligible.Except for the tough pigskin, the rest is full of lean meat.

That kind of lean meat is darker and redder than ordinary domesticated pork, with beautiful circles of texture, firmer and chewier meat, and a richer meat flavor.

Especially after removing the peculiar smell and adding Richel's special sauce, the meaty aroma reverberates in the tip of the nose, which cannot help but make people salivate.

"What's the rush, it's not ready yet." Richel asked them to get out of the way, put the meat on the wooden table in front of the oven, lifted one side and tilted it downwards, and used a thin-bladed kitchen knife to cut the thick and thick pork skin that was facing upwards. Salt scraped off.

There was a rustling sound, like the sound of little leather boots stepping on the snow.After cleaning up the salt grains, he brushed two layers of vinegar back and forth on the pigskin. The residual heat of the pigskin evaporated part of the vinegar flavor, and the sour taste was added to the sauce.

Richer put the meat back in the oven and continued to cook over medium heat.

The stove where Chelsea made vermicelli before moving in, put the pot, light the fire, and Richel pours fish oil and stir-fries pepper, ginger and garlic shreds, adds chopped sauerkraut, puts in the soup, and transfers it to a large wide-mouth fat belly clay pot middle.

When the soup boils again, add tender tofu that is fried until golden on both sides, bring to a boil over high heat, and simmer slowly for a while.

Taking advantage of this gap, Richel took out a crock pot from the cellar, which contained some garlic eggplants. At the end of summer, he tried to marinate a pot before eating the last batch of eggplants. The eggplants were limp at the moment. , the skin is so black that you can hardly see purple, and the incision in the middle is stuffed with minced garlic.

Use chopsticks to pick out more than a dozen of them, put them neatly into a small wooden plate, pour some hot oil, and make a sizzling sound, the aroma of garlic is even stronger.

In the end, I picked up a plate of oil-consuming greens and cold preserved eggs. When Jacob brought the steamed buns out of the kitchen, the barbecue in the stove was ready.

A corner of the table was cleared, Lesney pushed out the chairs in the room, and Hastings, who was still sweeping the remaining snow in the yard, also stopped his work. Everyone gathered around the table, looking forward to the barbecue.

A large piece of roast pork, with the most alluring taste in the world, approached them.

The surface of the pork skin is crispy, the fatty meat bursts out with oily flakes, the small oil bubbles explode, and the lard continuously drips down the rough and scorched surface of the lean meat, soaking the dark red lean meat so oily that it shines brightly in the sun. Blooming dazzling light.

Richel pressed down through the thick back of the knife, and the fat was immediately pressed into translucent sludge, and the clear hot oil couldn't stop flowing down.

As soon as the knife blade touched the pork, there was a crunching sound of the crispy skin first. The roasted meat, which was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, did not resist the knife at all, and quickly cut a thin slice, revealing the deep pink meat layer that had not been coated with sauce inside.

Everyone can't wait.

The cut pork is placed in the middle of the table, surrounded by refreshing side dishes, and the sauerkraut and tofu pot is tumbling and bubbling and served on the table.

The warm winter sun shines on the body, and the wind blowing from the yard is mixed with the mist and snow melted water vapor and a faint scent of pine.

Diagonally opposite, a few people climbed up the sloping roof with ladders. The iron cone pierced, cracked the cracks, tilted and pushed, and the thick sheet of snow squeezed on the roof slid down and smashed to the ground.

The people on the roof yelled a few times and fell silent. They seemed to be attracted by the fragrance here, put down their work, and looked this way together.

Sitting in a circle, warming a pot of wheat-flavored wine, a few slices of barbecue, a chopsticks of green vegetables, and a bite of soft white flour steamed buns, lowering your head to let the mist of hot soup dim your eyes and let the sour taste wash your mouth For the greasy and garlic flavor in the meat, it is best to put a greasy lip mark on the cheek of your loved one while other people are buried in eating meat.

Adrian frowned, with "disgust" written all over his face, Richel leaned on his shoulder and burst into laughter, and unexpectedly bumped into his gentle and deep eyes.

Richer blushed, the others didn't notice the strangeness here, so he himself felt embarrassed and sat upright.

The sharp kicking sound of the carriage and the crisp copper bell sounded, from far to near, and finally stopped at the door of the backyard.

Mrs. Alice and Grace stood outside the courtyard gate, waiting for the master's invitation.

"How did you get here?" Richel pulled back the crossbar of the fence gate to let people in.

"The door of the restaurant is locked, I think you will have to eat no matter what, so come to the back door to have a look."

After passing through the vegetable field and stepping on the bluestone floor, Grice saw the food on their table.

"What kind of meat are you cooking? I have never tasted it." She complained.

"Ordinary barbecue, maybe the method and sauce are a little different from yours."

Everyone is here, it's not good for people to just sit and watch. Richel went into the room and took two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

After eating the food here for a while, Mrs. Alice used the chopsticks well. At this moment, she picked up the chopsticks and started towards the nearby preserved eggs first.

"What's that? An egg? Or the egg of some strange beast? Why is it black?" Grice asked a series of questions.

It would be inaccurate to say that it is black, the egg white is ocher-colored, and the yolk inside is greenish-brown, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a moldy and broken egg.

Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.

"Eggs marinated with lime powder are called preserved eggs. Many people can't accept them, so don't force them."

Hearing what Richel said, Grice wanted to give it a try, followed by Alice and put a piece into his own mouth.

Hmm...what a strange smell.

Although it is covered by the taste of sauce, vinegar, coriander, onion, ginger and pepper, it can still be tasted, and there is a faint smell of rotten eggs in it.

The look on Grace's face was indescribable.

"Tell me not to force it." Richel poured her a glass of whiskey that was stronger than malt wine, she drank it in one gulp, the taste was gone in her mouth, and she took a heavy breath.

It's better to eat normal dishes. Grace ate all the dishes on the table, especially the barbecue, which won her heart. Some meats were more chewy than the ones she ate before, without the strange taste. The more fragrant it is in the mouth, the aftertaste is endless.

She ate a few mouthfuls, and then remembered that her cousin Renault once killed a wild boar and gave some to their family. The meat quality was similar to this one, but the wild beast was even more fishy than the domestic ones. Don't eat.

I didn't expect it to be such a delicious thing.

Grice ate a round, and his stomach was already a little full. He sat on the chair and chatted casually, and his eyes could not help but focus on the dish in front of him.

"I'll go to Reston when the weather gets warmer." Madam Elise just tasted every dish, and after eating it, she put down her chopsticks, looked at Richel, and talked about the purpose of coming here today.

"I came to see you personally today to ask what you mean." She looked at him kindly, "Would you like to be my personal chef and return to the imperial capital with me?"

Everyone couldn't help but stopped their chopsticks and looked at him one after another.

Richel was a little surprised, "Go back to the imperial capital?"

"My aunt is Countess Tuckery, the wife of the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Empire." Grice said proudly, as if she was also a countess.

"Then why are you here?"

"A year ago, my grandmother was critically ill. She came to visit, but she fell ill and got worse repeatedly. Now that she is well, she needs to go back." After she finished speaking, she decided to obey her mouth, and put another piece of preserved egg into her mouth inside.

It's still unpalatable, but within an acceptable range, the egg whites are soft and crunchy, and the texture and taste are quite special.

"so……"

Richel looked hesitant, looked around at the people around him, and was about to speak when Mrs. Alice interrupted him, "You can spend a few days thinking about it. The weather is still cold and the road is rough. My body can't stand the long journey—

This is also one of the important reasons why I hope you can accompany me back to the imperial capital.Of course, it will be more prosperous than Liberty City, and it is the trade center of the whole continent. You have more opportunities to display your culinary talents. "

Richel was silent, and the others looked at him blankly.

Hayle pursed his lips, all the dishes on the table immediately made him lose interest.

In a restaurant in the inner city.

A vigorous old squire came in with a cane and ordered the most characteristic stewed fish in the shop.

When he brought it up to see, he suddenly found that the smell and appearance were different from usual.

He solemnly ordered the attendants beside him, "Call out the shop owner and chef."

The chef and the boss came out out of nowhere, seeing that he was a regular customer, and seeing the dishes in front of him, they understood.

The boss explained enthusiastically: "Your Excellency, this is the latest food researched by our store. In addition to the usual cumin and sour juice, we also added a secret sauce with a unique flavor that only our family can eat. You try it."

The old squire was not willing to accept this strange smelling food.But the boss's tone was humble, and he didn't want to quarrel, so he reluctantly took a sip.

"How does it taste?" The boss was actually a little worried.

"Not bad." The old gentleman's expression was lukewarm, and a strange look flashed in his eyes, "The beans in the soup base look moldy. Is this the special sauce?"

The chef at the side explained with a solemn expression: "You read it wrong, these beans are not moldy, but they are indeed sauces, which are used to increase the flavor, so they are not edible."

The old man felt strange, why the taste would be better with the addition of beans. He felt that it was not much different from before, but the smell was different from before, and the smell was a bit hard to describe.

An old customer at the table next to him smiled and said, "Boss, your store has launched a lot of new dishes recently. There are more than a dozen of them without repetition. Our stomachs can't hold them."

"We have researched some unique secret recipes." The boss and the chef laughed, "The taste of our restaurant in the entire Kelexi continent is guaranteed to be the most unique and at the forefront of taste buds."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

In the corner, a middle-aged man in a gray and white robe drank the wine in the glass and looked at them with burning eyes.