Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Richer mysteriously pulled Adrian to the third floor.

By the door, skeletons, witches, vampires, cyclops, and Hastings were already waiting there.

"What are you doing?" The octopus was made a little nervous by them.

"Wait for you to open the door." Chelsea rolled his eyes that no one could see clearly.

"Come on," Richel urged, hiding behind him.

Adrian thought he was afraid, turned the doorknob, and opened the door.

Richer excitedly pushed him into the house, and everyone followed suit, closing the door behind them.

"Adrian, look," Richel pushed him to the window in surprise, "We've already arrived in Reston! The room on the border of Reston is under our feet, it's amazing, isn't it!"

He leaned out of the window curiously, looking at the busy streets below, the rows of houses neatly lined up round after round, with red roofs and white walls, full of vitality and strangeness everywhere.

"It's very magical." Adrian also grinned, seeing the excitement, he thought it was Richel who conjured him magic.

"Let's go outside for a stroll." Richel took his hand and ran towards the door on the right excitedly.

Lesney turned the doorknob, and the scene outside was no longer the inside of the restaurant.

This is also a hotel. They entered someone's room. After coming out, they walked down the wide stairs and left under the strange gaze of the guy at the front desk.

"This is Reston." Only when you are in it can you really feel his charm.

It is as famous as Liberty City and Kovari, but because of the historical culture and the continuous expansion of human beings for thousands of years, it has left a more impressive stroke in history and contemporary times.

Liberty City is an independent city-state. Except for religion, the entire continent is unified and assigned by the Holy See. Ugly Slug has independent defense, military, diplomacy, and political and economic systems. Its biggest feature is that all major races gather together to live harmoniously.

Kovary, the dwarves made and sold weapons in countless wars with their industrious hands and superb technology, accumulating astonishing wealth.There, jewelry and gold coins can be seen everywhere, and it is a paradise for the rich.

In Reston, no matter the streets or alleys, the buildings on both sides of the road have all kinds of exquisite stone statues, the sharp towers of the monastery soar into the sky, scholars in gray and white robes and magician monks in black robes are holding books During the shuttle, soldiers walked through it in a uniform line, and various shouts and laughter could be heard endlessly.

Richer was dazzled, walked along the street from one street to another, and finally chose to eat in one of the restaurants.

"Go back and eat, I want to eat what you made." The octopus has been raised to be a picky eater.

"It's rare to come out, of course you have to eat outside," Richel pushed him in, and whispered while sitting at the table, "This is called spying on the enemy."

This restaurant is the one with the most delicious smell since he walked through these streets, and it is also the largest. The interior furnishings are mainly brown, and the warm yellow lights add atmosphere and light source, which is different from most restaurants in Liberty City. The decorations of restaurants and pubs are similar, but more luxurious and refined.

"Hello, what do you want to eat?" A short, blond and blue-eyed woman came over and greeted kindly, "Is it a foreigner?"

Richel nodded, took the menu, "Do you have any recommendations?"

"You can try our signature dish, roasted kid."

"Okay, let's have one, then another duck leg confit, vegetable chowder, creamy mushroom soup..." Richel ordered seven or eight items, and when he saw that it was almost done, he stopped.

The number of people who came to eat gradually increased, and they sat down in groups, and the lobby suddenly became bustling and lively.

While waiting for the food, Richel said to everyone: "I talked to Lei Si Ni, if you want to open a restaurant in Reston, the rent is too high, and we are short of manpower. Fortunately, there are so many rooms on the third floor, so there is no room for leisure. It’s also raising mice and cockroaches, so I simply use it and transform it into a private room.”

"Could the first floor also need to be remodeled?" Hastings asked.

"I have the same idea, what's your opinion?"

At the beginning, Richel didn't have much money, so he spent some wood and cheap papyrus, and he used some wood and stones as bonsai for decoration.Now if you want to welcome more guests, the shabby decoration is a bit embarrassing.

"If you need to attract more people from the inner city and Reston to eat, proper decoration is essential. I need to visit some restaurants in Reston to draw some inspiration from them, and I will reply to you in two days." Hastings slightly Bow down respectfully.

"That's up to you." Richel was very relieved of him, and remembered another thing from his words.

"We have a private room for receiving guests, and now we only need to set up a passage leading to the restaurant here in Reston. However, I don't know where to set it up yet. Let's go and have a look after dinner. , Is there a suitable location."

"The hotel I just came to is not bad, I will rent one for a long time." Chelsea said, "It will save you trouble."

"Who goes to a hotel to eat?" Hayle disagreed.

"The location is too secluded and not suitable." Hastings also retorted.

"A room with two doors is needed, which can lead to different locations." Lesney made a new request.

"It's best to rent one." Adrian said, "If it's only used as a passage, it can be as small as it is."

"Geographic location is the key. It can't be too remote, but a good location is either too expensive or too sought-after."

Hotels and restaurants suffer from the flow of people. They are not located at crossroads or in the middle city, which makes people in the middle and inner city prejudiced against it, and it is difficult to accept the food there.Residents on the other side of the city may not even know the existence of this restaurant until now.

It's all due to too little publicity, Richel couldn't help turning his attention to Chelsea. In the original dream, the advertisement still attracted a wave of customers.

It's just that they were not allowed to continue dreaming afterwards, and many people couldn't remember exactly what they dreamed after waking up.

The answer Chelsea gave was to gouged out a cold look, then sighed helplessly, and nodded indistinctly.

Richel smiled.

The two young men and the woman just came out with dishes, and the empty table was filled with steaming heat.

The woman gave each of them a wooden plate with a fork and spoon, and prepared a basin of water next to them for them to wash their hands after eating with their hands.

Richel thanked, picked up the big knife placed next to the meat and began to share the meat with everyone.

A thin layer of chopped spices was sprinkled on the golden-yellow roasted goat meat. It should smell like rosemary leaves, with a fresh tea scent, like the scent from the pine trees in their garden, slightly bitter.

"It smells very good." Richel put a piece of meat on Adrian's plate, coaxing, "I'm so unhappy without eating the meal I cooked, try it, it should look good eat."

Adrian reluctantly took a sip, but it was still the same taste as he remembered, basically unchanged.He put down the fork sullenly, propped his head on his hands and watched the people around him eat.

Richel tore off a bite of meat and put it in his mouth. The goat meat was more springy than poultry, chewy, the skin was roasted crispy, the rosemary was rich, and the red sauce on top had the taste of cinnamon and cloves. , the taste is slightly sweet and sour.

Moreover, it should be because the lamb is selected, the goat meat tastes almost no fishy smell, and the taste can only be tasted carefully.

"Delicious." Richel tore off another piece of meat, and forked two spoonfuls of mixed vegetables onto his plate.

The vegetables were also good, seasoned with onions and minced garlic, and the fragrance of olive oil. The chowder was vegetables like green leafy greens and shiitake mushrooms, chopped into small cubes, and Richel couldn't quite figure out which ones.

However, when everything is cooked properly, it should be cooked separately and then cooked together, so that it will not be too raw or too rotten.

Richel is very new to these unique tastes. The creamy mushroom soup looks like a yellow paste at first glance, and tastes the deliciousness of mushrooms and the rich creamy taste in the mouth.

Although he doesn't like this type of soup, the taste is actually good, and he couldn't help taking a few more mouthfuls.

The oil-sealed duck legs are more greasy and ordinary, similar to the roast duck legs in Liberty City Midtown.He was too tired to eat after a few mouthfuls.

Adrian rolled up a handkerchief and leaned over to wipe his oily mouth.After the whole meal, only Richer kept moving, enjoying his meal.

"You don't eat anything." Even Jacob, who is always known for his good appetite, only moved his fork symbolically.

"When you eat this kind of food for decades, you will know how simple it tastes." Hayle yawned, he missed the restaurant.

After the meal, everyone walked slowly on the street. Like a tour guide, Adrian introduced to them which tavern in the city tastes good, which pharmacist is reliable, and which house is a certain adult's private house , how many years of history.

Richel walked behind him and came to the very end.

Adrian's eyes fluttered, and he continued to lead the others forward.

Lesni fell behind the crowd clutching a black cloak, trying not to fall behind, when suddenly his shoulders and hands were knocked to the ground.

"Your body is too weak." Richel quickly picked up his hand. Originally, he just wanted to push someone to attract his attention.

Lesney took the hand, stuffed it into the cloak, and took a few steps outside.

Richel followed, and grabbed the hood on the skull that still wanted to stay away.

Jawbone twitched, and Lesney followed him, trying to keep his head under his hat out of the sun.

"Thank you." Richel took advantage of the situation, put his hands on his shoulders, leaned over his face and thanked him sincerely.

Lesney tilted his head slightly, as if asking why.

Richer was going to say a lot, but suddenly he couldn't say anything.

What qualifications does he have to judge, and what capacity does he use to comfort?

Patting him on the shoulder, Richel let go of his hand, and said briskly: "Tomorrow I will make soup dumplings, and don't forget to take out the pig skin at night."

Lesney pointed the horrific skull at him, looking puzzled.

"It's definitely better than the meal at noon." He promised, and said with a smile, "How can you have the energy to do what you want to do if you don't eat enough?"

Treasure hunters are still conquering the continent, mercenaries are still exploring and hunting monsters, and he is also on the way to make a lot of money cooking food.

"Are you looking forward to tomorrow?" he asked.

Lesni paused, a wisp of ash slowly emerged from the top of his head.

"I want to know the taste of soup dumplings."