Octopus Online Feeding Guide

"The person I love the most? Who is that, I don't know." Richel stepped over Adrian's arms and feet scattered on the ground, and walked to the stove.

Adrian fell sadly on the couch, "You really don't love me anymore."

After a while, he felt someone pat on the back.

Turning her head just now, her eyes darkened, and a light kiss was printed on her lips.

"It's not enough." The octopus licked his lips, reminiscing in his heart.

The look in his eyes became more intense.

Richel sighed, and quickly imprinted on his face.

"I'll ask Xiao Hei to arrange for you outside the kitchen tomorrow."

"No, I can't wash the dishes, I can't wash and chop vegetables, I can't clean the table."

A little girl working odd jobs passed the kitchen with dirty dishes and asked, "Richer, is he disabled?"

"Pfft..." Richel smiled unkindly.

"Children, this is called courtship. If your partner makes unreasonable demands in the future, you must try to find out." Adrian taught seriously.

"Get lost!" Richel yelled, "It's a good thing we don't have any children, otherwise we'll be led astray by you sooner or later."

"I'm asking for my legal rights."

"You are an unequal treaty." Richer stood up, "Get up and work."

"My heart is about to break." He hugged the back of the recliner, still taking out the newly prepared dishes with his arms and legs.

"You also said that you didn't read books secretly. You didn't speak like that before." Richel cleaned the pot and continued to work.

Richel thought that the old gentleman would not come here because he disliked the food so much.Unexpectedly, the next day, he brought a friend with him.

Sir Vallet stood quietly by the door with his attendants. The old gentleman glanced around and stopped him.

"boss."

Richel made a sharp turn on his way back to the kitchen, and walked towards the door.

Valai watched him approaching calmly, bowed slightly and nodded, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

For a well-mannered man, Richel's affection for him suddenly increased.

"Valley," said the old gentleman decisively, with a look of insight, "I dare say that the stewed fish in this shop is the best."

"Oh? It's hard to believe that you would have such a high opinion of the food of a restaurant in the outer city." Valais said.

The old gentleman is notoriously picky, claiming to have tasted all the delicacies in the mainland.And that's why he asked this person to come with him.

"The executive officer and the judge are also full of praise for the food here. It seems that this boss is really a rare talent."

"I think you've misunderstood. What I mean is, his stewed fish of the highest standard is barely on par with the one I often eat in the inner city."

The old gentleman said, "It's a pity that both the boss and the chef are gone. I don't know what kind of difficulties they encountered. Otherwise, I must recommend you to go to that one, not here."

Sir Valley stroked the brim of his hat with his fingers, "A tie?"

The old gentleman didn't think there was any problem, and started to talk about how delicious the food in that restaurant was, and he had been devoting himself to researching new dishes, and he admired the innovative spirit.

At the same time, he whispered: "It's a pity that a strange bean has been added recently, and the taste has become strange, but it's still better than here."

"Sir, if you want to eat fish with moldy beans and milk wine, I believe that the restaurants in the entire Liberty City will provide you with it. You don't have to choose my restaurant."

Richel said helplessly, he walked into this restaurant, but he praised the dishes of other restaurants, and he didn't have to do his business.

The old gentleman reluctantly closed his mouth, glanced around, and added, "It's unbearable just to eat with sweaty civilians."

"We have private rooms on the second floor, and the food is more refined, and they are all new dishes."

"Let's go to the second floor." Valais suggested immediately.

"Please go this way." Richel smiled and led them to the private room on the second floor.

The environment here is quiet and elegant. Outside the window is the bustling street, and the warm sun illuminates most of the room. It is private and comfortable, and it is more comfortable than the noisy environment downstairs.

Richel stood by the table and recommended many of his specialty dishes.

Valai glanced at the menu casually and put it down, saying: "Your recommendation is definitely not wrong, let's do all of them."

"Okay." It seemed that the master was not short of money, and Richel was very happy.

"It's the first time I've heard of these dishes," said the old gentleman, "how did you come up with it?"

"I didn't come up with it myself. I have several teachers." Richel said, "I learned it after studying beside them for several years."

"I heard that in early summer, you were still a beggar who knew nothing. In just half a year, you have researched so many dishes that you have never heard of, and opened such a large restaurant."

Valle raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's amazing."

Richel felt a little cold on his body, but he couldn't tell where he felt uncomfortable. Hearing this, he said politely: "Many dishes are made with similar principles, and they can be cooked in the same way, and the others are similar."

He smiled, and hurried out of the private room on the pretext of preparing dishes, before he let out a long breath.

Touch the back of the neck, a little strange, this man looks very kind.

Richel went downstairs while thinking, and happened to meet Hayle who was rolling around on the dragon egg in the kitchen, and asked, "Do you know a nobleman named Valais?"

Hayle thought about it for a while, and said, "That guy, he's pretty good. He just broke through the fourth level of martial arts. He's a talented young man. What's wrong?"

"He just came to the restaurant for dinner."

Hayil was pleasantly surprised: "Not bad, is our restaurant already so famous? People in the north of the city are willing to walk across half of the city just to have lunch?"

"Your words sound like you're mocking." Half of the red-haired head tilted out from the back of the recliner.

Hayir immediately clarified, "I promise not, I am a loyal supporter of restaurants, and I praise the food here to my friends every day." The dragon eggs rolled away from the lounge chair unconsciously.

Richer put the discomfort in his heart behind him, "It seems like I'm going to show off."

He took a piece of white soft tofu, cut off the corners pressed out by the partition board, leaving only the most square and tender part, put it on the chopping board, cut it horizontally in the middle, and put the upper part aside first.

Squeeze some water in your hand to soak the knife and tofu, the moment the knife blade touches the tofu, a series of chopping sounds rhythmically sounded, monotonous, but done in one go.

Slapping the tofu block as long as a palm, Hayer saw him drop the knife dozens of times quickly. With his eyesight, each knife was not cut randomly, but was dropped at the same interval, calm, powerful, and crisp.

From right to left, the kitchen knife passes through it once, and the cutting board is turned to the other side. The tofu slices next to each other are slightly inclined and tend to collapse slightly.

Then he scooped up some water to open up the space between the tofu slices, and Richel dropped the knife again, hitting the chopping board with the knife, and it landed on the tofu more quickly than before, accurately.

"Isn't this just chopping into mud, just sip it with the back of the knife." Adrian stretched his head, and saw that the flat tofu slices turned into mud after he dropped the knife, and he came up with an idea.

Hayle shook his head, silently staring at the kitchen knife rising and falling rapidly.

It was not until the end that Richel's hand stopped for a moment, he retracted his knife, and put the tofu into the well water.

Adrian saw that tofu shreds of uniform thickness were rippling away with the water waves.

"It's not mud?" He was surprised and reached out to scoop it up.

Richel slapped his hand away angrily, "Don't move, you clumsy hand, it's all ruined in one go."

He also cut the other half of tofu into shreds and put it in the water. He also cut some fungus and shredded rapeseed as color embellishment, and blanched it for later use.

Start the pot, pour in the seafood broth, which is fresh and sweet, and also has the salty taste of the seafood. No need to add seasoning, just pour in the starch juice mixed with water.

Slowly rotate the large spoon in the pot to allow the starch juice to fully blend with the stock, and gradually become viscous, showing a slightly white translucent shape.

Put shredded tofu and shredded fungus and rapeseed, place a large spoon in the middle of the pot, and the blunt bottom of the spoon touches the soup noodles, and slowly spread the shredded tofu evenly in the pot.

The tofu as thick as a needle needle blooms like a white daisy, and gradually rotates clockwise along the soup pattern, and it is also like Tai Chi containing life ethics. The simple black and white are constantly entangled, colliding, fighting wits, hard and soft. Finally merged into one, you have me, and I have you, giving birth to green vitality.

This is an artistic enjoyment.

Richel put the soup into a bowl, and greeted a certain octopus who was stunned, "Serve."

"What's this called?"

"Wensi Tofu."

Adrian didn't understand, it was a kind of food anyway, and he carefully carried the tofu soup to the private room with his arms and legs.

"I really want to taste it." Hayle sucked his saliva.

In the private room, Valais and the old gentleman took a look at the tofu soup, picked up a spoon and took a spoonful.

There is no taste of spices at all, it is unremarkable, and it does not even arouse the appetite.

Valle blew on the soup and drank it all in his mouth.

The taste of seafood, an unexpected tenderness, and the crunchy chewiness brought by the fungus and green vegetables.

Three simple feelings, combined in one bite, are completely different from everything he has eaten before.

Novelty, but that's all.

Disappointment flashed in Valais eyes, and he put down the spoon.

The old gentleman on the opposite side of the table drank it in one bowl, and even scooped it up for the second night, his face full of satisfaction.

"It's really rare, don't you like it?" He was delighted with some doubts, "As far as I know, you have no chance to taste it elsewhere."

"Not bad." He smiled politely.

"Your evaluation is just not bad?" The old gentleman muttered, "Come to a restaurant, but it doesn't look like you're here to eat. How can the food taste delicious when you eat it like this."

"It seems that you are a little dissatisfied with my evaluation. There is no spice added to this bowl of soup. I can't see the reason why he can sell more than 200 copper coins."

The old gentleman shook his head and sighed: "It seems that you are only fit to eat a whole roast chicken."

He scooped up a mouthful of soup.

"I tasted it just now. I also tasted this white thing yesterday. It seems to be called...'tofu'. This kind of fragile thing can melt in your mouth without biting your teeth, which shows its tenderness.

I don't know what it originally looked like, but yesterday, it was a boxy lump before I ate it in my mouth, and today, it has become a string.

Each root is almost exactly the same in size and thickness, it is not born like this.It's the chef's astounding knife skills that made it that way. "

The old gentleman poured the soup into his mouth, aftertaste, and sighed: "Except for dwarves, I have never seen such dexterous hands, but he is just an ordinary human being. In ten years, he can't reach such proficient skills."

There was a terrifying look in Valle's eyes.