Octopus Online Feeding Guide

The next day, Richel brought a bunch of kitchen utensils and Jacob and others to Dawell Abbey.

This was the first time for Richel to attend a funeral here. The tall and slender multicolored glass on all sides of the lobby filtered the harsh sunlight outside to soften it. Walking in it, there was a sense of grotesque distortion, as if abandoning the distracting thoughts of the world and being in heaven.

Under the largest circular petal-patterned window, clusters of tree lights surround several coffins.Under the steps, a group of monks in black robes sat neatly in the lobby, holding the holy medal of the sun in their hands, muttering something piously.

Richel stood slightly behind the pillar beside the lobby, staring at this scene curiously.Not long after, the bishop above got up and came over to greet him.

"What are you doing?" Richel asked, how does this scene look like a monk chanting sutras.

"Repent for the Stone White family." The Bishop said piously.

"Repentance?" Richel didn't expect such a thing to exist here, "How many days do you need to repent?"

"There are five members of their family, according to the sins they committed during their lifetime..." the bishop paused and said, "It will take 300 years."

Richel's eyes widened.

When it comes to making money, it's better to belong to these people.

"They are all dead." Doesn't conscience hurt?

"Earl Stonewhite's cousin expressed that he is willing to set aside a sum of money from the inheritance to pay off the sins of their family."

"He's really a good man." Richel said indifferently, "Who can live for 300 years."

"That was the case when a monk helped them repent." The bishop gestured with his head, "Now we have assembled [-] monks in the city, and it only takes one year."

It really killed his family and fed the monks in the city.

"Then how do I prepare?" Richel asked.

"You just need to prepare for today's dinner. After the funeral tomorrow morning, the relatives and friends of Shi White's family will leave, and we will continue to confess for their family in church." The bishop looked at him kindly.

"Your Excellency Richel, you can also choose to ask us to repent on your behalf. It is very tiring to carry your sins forward."

"Me? Forget it." He has half elven blood, and according to Adrian's idea, he can live for a long time.When he dies, he will neither go to heaven nor hell, and his soul also belongs to Adrian.

"I never mentioned it to you before, because your soul looks very pure, and I rarely see such a pure soul in an adult." The bishop's words were harmonious and beautiful, as if he was singing a prayer, "Today Seeing you, I found a terrible crack in that clear glass."

Richel smiled coldly, "I believe that seam is worth a lot of money." When I gave him the golden chopsticks, I didn't see him open up business with such enthusiasm.

The bishop was not angry, and continued to finish his speech.

"Although the fresh gap is slowly closing, I don't know if it will return to its original state in the end. I just offer a suggestion. Maybe you need our help to close that spiritual gap."

"No need." Richel said decisively.

Thinking that his tone was too aggressive, he subconsciously glanced at the person waiting for him in the corner, leaned closer and whispered: "Thank you for your reminder and kindness, but I don't need it."

"People's evil thoughts are not properly guided, and it is easy to germinate and relapse again."

"My lord, do you think that people are inherently kind?"

"Of course, every person and every creature is a gift from the Goddess of Holy Light to the world."

"It's just because of the different environments that lead to two different thoughts of good and evil?"

"Yes."

"So, you can rest assured that I live in a very good environment." Richel smiled. "Fortunately, someone has taken care of everything for me. I am grateful every day. There is someone who allows me to maintain a good life without any worries." Heart. So I believe that what I am in your eyes, I will return to what I was in the end."

As he once said, kindness is a rare thing, and it requires a certain price.

Adrian leaned crookedly by the door, folded his hands on his chest, his face more handsome than the monastery god's statue was cold and impatient.

After yawning for the third time out of boredom, Richer was finally willing to say goodbye to the bishop.

He immediately raised a smile on his face, put his shoulders against the door frame, watched him approaching slowly, bent slightly, and reminded: "Honey, don't get too close to that old man, they are best at picking things out of your pockets." Got the money out."

"Don't worry, raising you is the most expensive thing, there's nothing to spend on other places." Richel pinched his face in disgust.

"It's worth investing in me. I eat less and do more work." Adrian blinked, "Work from morning till night."

Richel covered his mouth, "Stop talking."

The two walked into the kitchen, and the others had already started preparing. Adrian borrowed his water magician from the ugly slug to help wash the vegetables. The second time he saw this group of people, the resentment in the eyes of the magician seemed real.

Seeing Adrian come in with a grin, he rushed over and said angrily, "I'm a magician! Intermediate magician!"

"No, you can't stand here."

"You half-orc, don't you understand what I mean? My talents are not only used to wash these damn dishes!"

"Don't be angry." Richel pulled the excited people away, thought for a while, and came up with an idea, "We also need people to clean up the mess."

The magician looked at him in amazement.

"There is also water transportation. With such a large amount, it is a laborious job to carry water. It is best to have you."

"My magic can be used to kill, heal, and help you fight for all the treasures you want, instead of being trapped in this small kitchen, thinking about what others will eat next."

"Then don't you eat?" Richel was curious, how he swallowed those meals.

"Of course I also eat, but I will not indulge in this animal-like instinct." The magician said proudly.

Richel wanted to say more, but Adrian had already interrupted him, "Don't tell him these useless things, he won't listen."

He looked at the magician, "Since you think it's too much of a talent to just wash the vegetables, then you should also take care of cleaning the pots and carrying the water."

"I..." The magician hesitated to speak, and finally replied timidly.

The monks and the relatives and friends of the Stone White family came to the funeral. It is estimated that there will be at least 350 people. Richel tried to choose simple and easy-to-make food, which can save a lot of time.

The dishes selected for the monks mainly focus on seafood, shrimp dumplings, stewed fish heads, vegetable balls, crab roe and tofu stew, etc. For the noble relatives and friends, he prepared one more for those people.

Three cups of chicken.

The three-cup chicken that Richel used to make was red wine made from glutinous rice, rice wine, and white wine. There was no grain of rice here, so he had to choose wine and beer from a variety of wines. and brandy.

Chop the whole chicken into chunks, cut the chicken oil under the skin separately, and put it into the pot to make a light golden oil flower. Seeing that the amount is not enough, add some fish oil and mix it together.

Heat the pan with cold oil, put the chicken directly into the pan without blanching, stir-fry until the skin of the chicken is slightly charred, and the surface of the chicken is firm and dehydrated, then add slices of onion, ginger, and garlic cloves.

The magician filled the water tank next to the stove with water, and smelling the aroma of the pot, he hesitated to come over, and was immediately sprayed in the face by the steam from the wine.

The first glass of beer was poured into the pot, and the hot pot was covered by thick white mist for a moment, and nothing else could be seen at all. Even the hands of Richel's figure were almost blurred by the smell of wine until they disappeared.

Richel didn't stop, the brandy and the wine were poured into the pot one by one, three cups of wine, three cups of chicken.

The fragrance of hops, the sweet and woody aroma of brandy, and the sweet and sour fruit flavors of wine are all mixed in a dish, filling the kitchen.They have their own advantages and disadvantages with the taste of rice wine, and they all have distinctive local flavors.

After putting down the wine, an important condiment is soy sauce.It can be seasoned and colored, add a small amount of sugar and salt and water that can barely submerge the chicken, and then transfer it to another pot to simmer until the juice is collected. Wash the pot and stir-fry the chicken again.

"Your chicken is a little special." The magician's throat moved, and he said insincerely, "With so much wine, the taste will definitely conflict."

"The alcohol dissipates with the steam with a fishy smell." Richer opened the lid of the pot and turned it over. The brownish-red thick juice was wrapped on the golden-reddish chicken, and the color was bright and bright.Scoop up a spoonful, dripping thick juice on the edge, the alcohol dissipates, leaving only a variety of mellow aromas.

He added some wine to the pot to increase the taste of the wine, simmered it for a while, took it out of the pot, put it in a wooden plate, and decorated it with small green leaves, which was beautiful and appetizing.

"Adrian." Richel habitually asked people to taste the food, but after looking around, he didn't know where the octopus went.

The magician volunteered, "I'll try it."

He had already prepared a spoon in his hand, scooped up a piece of chicken, and before he put it in his mouth, the rich aroma of the sauce mixed with the aroma of the wine hit his face.

Sniffing, he swallowed it into his mouth.

Slightly fried when put into the pot, the chicken skin is tough, the chicken is tender and juicy, and the salty taste has a sweetness that can only be dug out.

That smell is strange and magical, as if the flowers of poetry bloomed again in the wasteland of his barren mind.

"It's so delicious." The magician praised, "If I can eat this kind of food for the rest of my life, I am willing to succumb to the ordinary."

Richel snatched his spoon back, "It's a pity that this is not your food, Chelsea, we need to call someone to deliver the food."

The monks filed in one by one, and they were already frequent visitors to the private rooms of the restaurant.But every time in front of the dishes made by Richel, he still has no resistance.

Seeing that it was almost done, Richer handed common dishes such as minced garlic and greens to Jacob, took off the sleeve of his apron, and left the kitchen.

In the spacious dining room, the dinner party has already started. When he passed by the corridor, he heard the sound of praise coming from inside

"Which chef made this dish, the taste is really special." A noble lady asked the people beside her.

Unfortunately, the people around her don't know either.

"It's completely different from the dishes you usually eat at funerals."

"It's a dish made by the chef of the South City Hotel and Restaurant." Mrs. Alice said, raised her glass gracefully, and took a sip of the wine.

Haruk's judge's family had contacts with most of the nobles in the city, and they were also invited to this funeral.

"Hotel restaurant?"

"I seem to have heard of it."

"The banquet held by your family before seemed to be the chef of this restaurant as the head chef. At that time, I wondered why you would invite chefs from outside."

"It's a pity that I couldn't participate that time, otherwise I would have had enough to taste."

These are all nobles from the North City area. They are related to Shi White's family, or they are friends in the world. They are really far away from the Gerry Street. meal.

Now it seems that it is really necessary.

"They don't even have the same taste of barbecue. They have specially prepared the sauce. When we grill it ourselves, we only need to brush it on and it will be delicious."

"Looks like we can try it." They chatted left and right in the seat, some felt that the dishes were novel, some were curious about the same barbecue, they had eaten it for so many years, how could this chef create a different taste.

Richel didn't pay too much attention to these guests, he circled up the spiral staircase, and heard from Chelsea that Adrian was here.

When he came to a door, he knocked tentatively, but there was no lock, and he turned it open by himself.

The back of Adrian's red hair and black robe fell into his eyes, and opposite him was a monk.

Who was it that kept him away from these people just now?Richel raised his eyebrows and looked at him seriously.

The person on the opposite side saw him coming, sat on the silk chair and slightly bent down to say hello, "Hello, Dark Elf."

"Or, outsiders."