Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Pour cold water into the depression formed by the flour, and keep stirring in one direction with your hands to form a ball of dead noodles, so that the taste will be more chewy and chewy.

Three times of sticking water and three times sticking to the dough, the dough in the hands gradually becomes pliable and smooth.Richel grabbed the dough, stretched it, and beat it up and down repeatedly.

Until the dough is white and shiny, white and soft, then pinch it into evenly sized dough pieces, and let Jacob roll them into pieces of dough with the same size and uniform thickness.

The wild boar was chopped into fine pieces. It is better if the kitchen knife sinks into the meat paste to bring up some gelatin. Add some simple seasonings, and Richel took out the pork rind juice that was boiled yesterday.

After absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon and the cold wind and frost for one night, the soup has turned into a gelatinous solid, white and warm in color.

Richel cut it into strips, then into pieces, and chopped it into a powder similar to pork, and mixed it with pork.

He took out another bowl of prepared crab roe and put it into pork and pork skin jelly to make another filling.

Grice and everyone sat around the end of the long table, imitating Richel, spreading out a piece of dough on the palm of her left hand, while the others picked up the meat stuffing with the chopsticks in her right hand, she scooped a spoonful and placed it on the In the middle of the dough.

"Pick up a corner of the dough, and fold it down, down, down..."

They could understand at first, but when Richer's hands wrapped a bun smoothly, everyone's hands were still on the first pleat.

A clean sackcloth was laid on the steamer as a drawer cloth, and he put the buns on it. Chelsea asked with a villainous face, "What do we need to do next?"

"Closing." Richel picked up the dough and repeated it again. Like the previous buns, there were eighteen folds closed, no more, no less, with even gaps, and one was completed in a few seconds.

"Simple." Adrian said, just fold it until it closes.

He also scooped up a spoonful of minced meat, folded it in one direction, and made one, and placed it next to what Richel made.

The steamed stuffed buns made by Richel are plump, with a uniform and beautiful pleat twisted on the top in one direction, which is cute and cute, while the buns made by Adrian...

"It's so ugly." Adrian curled his lips and quit.

He still felt good about himself when he wrapped it, but comparing the two, what he did was simply unsightly.

"This is not a reason to be lazy." Richel stuffed the dough into his hand, "Hurry up and do it."

Adrian made the buns dejectedly.

Grace smiled mischievously.

Put the buns one by one into the cage drawer, build them up layer by layer, steam them on high heat for a period of time, and when you open them again, each of the soup-filled buns becomes limp.

Chelsea poked her head out, "It seems to be different from the buns I've eaten before."

"Of course." Richer took out a drawer of crab roe buns, packed them, and handed them to Grace. This was made with the money and ingredients paid by their family, and a few of their wild boar soup dumplings were also sent as a gift.

Grace went home in the carriage contentedly, and met the executive officer, the magistrate, and Sir Valais at the door of the drawing room.

Both the executive officer and the magistrate are middle-aged fat men who are half bald. The executive officer has a brush-like beard on his lips, and he smiles a little kindly.

Sir Valley was a young man of about twenty, pale and indifferent.

Grice took a quick glance, not liking the eyes of the young man in front of him very much.But she still didn't show any disgust, she lifted her skirts and bowed to say hello in an elegant manner. They nodded in greeting, staggered away from her, and walked towards the outer gate.

The executive joked: "It smells so good, your cook is so good at cooking, no wonder she kept us for dinner."

"It wasn't made by the cook," Grice turned around and introduced the food box held by the attendant. "It's the soup dumplings in the hotel restaurant."

"I often eat at that one." The executive officer's eyes lit up, and he wondered again: "I've never heard of soup dumpling being sold, is it a new product?"

Hearing that he often ate it, Sir Valley and the sheriff also became curious.

"What kind of restaurant is this?"

"Don't you think that the restaurants outside are not clean and the taste can't meet your requirements?"

"This one is different. No matter what you do, the taste is better than other ones. As long as you eat it once, you can't wait to go every day, and you can go there when you have time."

The executive said, "What new dishes have been introduced this time?"

"This is not a new dish, because their restaurant recently hunted a wild boar and used the pig skin to make soup dumplings. They kept it for themselves and did not sell it to others. The boss also made it for me to save my face. One copy." Grace said proudly.

"Not for sale?" The executive officer was taken aback, and there were still dishes not for sale.

"As a boss, you can still hide your skills." The sheriff said with a smile, "Don't you want to use this skill to make more money?"

"Perhaps he didn't want to reveal too much at once and arouse the suspicion of the people around him." Sir Vallet said indifferently, at this moment he raised his eyebrows slightly, and his cane stopped, "The taste is so different, it can't be that he added magic into it privately, right? .”

"Impossible." Grice immediately denied his words, "Your Excellency, please pay attention to your words."

"Grice." Judge Haruk said in a deep voice, this is too rude.

Grice lowered his lips and led the attendants behind him in.

She asked her mother and aunt upstairs to come to eat, and Renault came out from the study and asked, "Why do you look unhappy?"

"From today onwards, I'm going to hate Sir Vallet." Grice said bitterly, taking out the buns one by one.

"You've said this to me the most times," Lei Nuo said, "but I've never seen you break up with me—why are you eating steamed stuffed buns today?" Isn't it always eaten as a snack?

"This is called a soup dumpling," Grice said. "It's best to eat it while it's hot. Come quickly, eat this before dinner."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to smell the smell of dinner after I eat it." Reynolds twisted his waist and approached, sniffled his nose, and picked up the chopsticks, "It's so tempting."

Mrs. Katie and Mrs. Alice followed the men to the banquet hall, and Grice was demonstrating to Renault with chopsticks.

"Clamp the two ends and lift it up. If you can't do it, use a spoon to open a hole first, let the soup flow out, and drink the soup first. Scoop some sauce with the spoon and pour it into the hole, and finally eat the buns with the belt stuffing mouth."

Grice demonstrated a movement. At this moment, the buns were not as hot as when they were just made. The golden soup remained in the soup spoon, sucked it into his mouth, and then put the meat stuffing into his mouth.

The crab roe is glutinous and the pork is fresh. It tastes rich and mellow, with endless aftertaste.

The executive officer is an old foodie, and he couldn't hold back when he smelled the aroma. He kept pointing his eyes at the judge next to him, so the judge had no choice but to seat them and ask the butler to share the food with them.

"I hate the executive now too, he must have agreed to stay for dinner." Grice whispered to Renault.

The sheriff scooped up a soup dumpling with a spoon and ate it into his mouth. It was filled with pork and had no crab roe.

"Crab roe buns were specially prepared by Richel for Aunt Elise, saying that crabs are good for her body."

Grice explained, recalling it, he seemed to be saying that it could nourish blood and activate blood, but he didn't know if it was true.

"Richer?" Sir Valley tilted his head.

"It's the owner of the hotel and restaurant. He can often come up with a lot of novel food." Renault said.

"I don't know if you live in the north of the city. In the past year, this restaurant has conquered the stomachs of many people." The executive rubbed his stomach.

Valai mulled over the name and location twice. Seeing that he was interested in it, the executive officer said, "We can make an appointment to have dinner at that restaurant in the future. The private rooms there are very good and the dishes are also good."

The magistrate saw that the executive made an invitation to Sir Vallet, and he immediately said that he was willing to accompany him, "The food in this restaurant is really good. I think it's a good idea. How can the soup be wrapped in the soft dough."

"As I said, it's probably magic." Sir Valley's staid tone sounded.

This time even the Sheriff and the Executor wanted to admit it.

How else can this be explained?

The judge also put down his chopsticks, recalling one incident, "Someone once sued the boss, saying that he used magic to cook, but later withdrew the lawsuit."

That said, it's even more suspicious.

Grice is now a loyal supporter of hotels and restaurants, and his face darkened when he heard the words, "It is made of frozen pigskin jelly, it is still solidified when it is stuffed, it is easy to wrap it in, and it will melt into soup when it is heated , not some damn magic."

Mrs. Cuddy gave her a disapproving look and asked her to speak carefully, but Grice didn't even look at her.

"Not everything you think is impossible is solved by others with so-called shady magic. There is also wisdom. Only some people who lack this in their heads don't know." She pointed out.

Valle sneered, and pointedly said: "Then he has too many whimsical ideas, almost abnormal."

Well, well, the young man, had succeeded in getting her idea.Grice was very angry with his yin and yang.

After dinner, she knocked on Renault's bedroom door.

"Do me a favor." She cut to the chase and broke into the house.

"Ma'am, this is the men's bedroom, your behavior is too much." Reynolds wailed, there are a lot of treasures in his room, and every time this thick-handed woman comes in, he can spoil a lot of good things up.

Grice found a place among a pile of strange bottles and jars, and said in his mouth: "Aren't you a junior magician, help me cast a little curse."

"That's black magic. I'm a magician from a regular academy." Renault glanced at her contemptuously.

"No matter what it is," Grice said indifferently, "help me play tricks on someone."

"Sir Vallet." Renault knew her best, "He was just expressing his own opinion, and he didn't mean to offend you."

Grice wouldn't listen, he was a pain in the ass.

In the end, Lei Nuo came up with a compromise. He set up a magic circle, and the two of them stood in it. Water elements gathered around them. The blue light slowly turned from dim to strong, and a strong light flashed before his eyes. The two were already standing beside Sir Valais.

A water curtain around them separated them from everything around them, helping them to hide their bodies.

"If you can't find his fault, it means that he is a respectable gentleman, and it is very immoral to tease him."

"Understood." Grice said with a smile, if he misbehaved, he could use the excuse to laugh at him wantonly.

They took a look at the place where they were staying at the moment, it seemed to be a brothel.

Grice shook his head "tsk tsk" and winked at Renault.

Renault was also a little surprised, looked around, and mouthed: "The brothel is darker, and there is a sweet smell, not here."

Grace gave him a strange look.

Lei Nuo felt that something was wrong. Didn't he tell himself that he went out to a brothel?

He suddenly had a bitter face, approached Grice with small steps, pulled her sleeves and acted like a baby silently, and was glared at by the other party.

A servant entered the room, and Valais pushed away the women next to him and let them go out. For a moment, there were only the two of them in the room.

And Grice and Reynolds in the shadows.

"Let them in."

"Yes." The servant opened the door, and a man in a gray robe led a few of his men, escorting a few dwarves in.

The hood was taken off, revealing the face of a middle-aged man, "Lord Valais."

Valai restrained his sloppy attitude, stood up and bowed slightly, "Messenger Molly."

"According to the owner and chef of that restaurant, this dwarf has been providing a lot of cooking methods recently, and those whimsical ideas are almost unheard of."

Valai's indifferent eyes instantly became hot, and he walked up to Gnar devoutly, gently stroking the face full of age marks.

"It's such a pity that such a noble soul is curled up in this ugly skin."

Gnar's face turned pale with fright, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead.Beside him, the whole family is there.

Neat and tidy, one is not less.

Valais did not know where to bring a white dagger. A double-faced human head was carved on the scabbard, which was entwined with a bunch of gorgeous hollowed-out vines and flowers.

The middle-aged man in the gray robe also took out the dagger.

"A tribute to eternity."

"Death is still alive."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and took out the dagger.

The cold light of the dagger was colder than their eyes. Valai looked at it lovingly, and suddenly felt a blunt force in his waist, and he fell to the side.

At this time, if Gnar didn't know that these people were going to kill him, he would have lived in vain for so many years. At a critical moment, he burst out with a force, knocked down Valle in front of him, and rushed towards a gap.

"Grab him!" Valle yelled.

With his hands tied behind his back, Gnar stumbled a few steps in one direction, his hip hurt, he was kicked hard, and fell to the ground.

There were two exclamations in the air.

One, it was Gnar's muffled snort stuffed with a cloth strip, and another one, he was muffled back as soon as he uttered it.

The middle-aged Mo Li stared at him, and slashed at the air.

The cold light of the dagger flashed, and suddenly there was a piece of rags on the open space in front of him.

Valai got up and took a closer look, and exchanged glances with the middle-aged man.

"The niece of the Haruk family."

Gnar was hit by this, and the strip of cloth in his mouth loosened a bit. He tried his best to push the cloth away, and panting with difficulty: "Don't, don't kill me, I don't know anything, these, these are, from inside Learned it from Shell."

"Richer?"