Octopus Online Feeding Guide

In the past half a month, the popularity of the Scent of Beauty activity has not decreased but increased, and there is a trend of intensification.

When no one could guess the fragrance accurately, it aroused their desire to win, especially among a group of young people who like to hunt for novelties, and this store became popular.

They have no worries about food and clothing since they were young. At this age, they are full of energy. They ride horses to hunt and participate in dances. They are tired of such ordinary activities. Now when they meet something they are interested in, they run here every day, and they also bring their friends and friends to come here together. Watch the beauties.

They naturally don't know that behind the screen are a group of ghosts with terrifying faces and different ways of dying.In the wafting cold air, some of them have the sweetness of maltose, some have the sauce of soy sauce chicken, the crunchiness of rose cake, or the spiciness of foreign continents.

According to Hastings' idea, their "branch" is for selling scents.

It's just that Adrian's idea was used in the propaganda.

Simple and rude, but very eye-catching.

Gradually, after tasting enough dishes, they began to discover that those aromas were actually the smells from the free dishes.

The "perfume smell" introduced by the clerk is actually misleading.

But by that time, it was too late for them to scold the shop for fraud.

Because the food here is really delicious.

New, unique, delicious, enough to linger in your mind's eye just by smelling them.

What's more, when you really eat it in your mouth, then your body and mind will be truly satisfied and comforted.

Handsome men and beauties have long been left behind.

The only thing that makes them look useful is that the screen shadows represent different packages, which makes the Restonians a little distressed.

Because after you pay five silver coins and point to a screen, you don't know what dish you're eating until it's served.

Originally, it was just a good meal, but there was an inexplicable sense of excitement.

Although those dishes are delicious.

For this reason, someone from Reston specially published a pamphlet to study which beauty smells today, which kind of dishes it represents. For a while, the reputation of this store followed the promotion of this strange pamphlet. Promotion to the next level.

This is all for later.

Two days after the branch opened, Richel became even more anxious.

"All the farm surveys in Liberty City are here?" He sat at the counter, comparing the collected information in his hand.

"Yes, sir." Hastings bowed his head. "Five large farms, twelve or thirteen small and medium-sized farms, I have thought about it last night. Except for Mrs. Bernard's farm, none of them has Ability to plant new varieties of crops well."

Richel read it twice by himself, and it was indeed the case. After sorting out and counting, he wondered, "Why are there only seventeen here?"

He immediately realized, "With your rigorous attitude, why do you say there are twelve or three small and medium-sized farms?"

Hastings rarely showed a trace of hesitation, "That farm, in fact, is not a farm. There is only one widow, who raises more than ten chickens and ducks, and grows nearly [-] acres of barley."

"Without large-scale farming, without hired farmers, isn't it a farm?"

"No." Hastings' words became hesitant, "because the owner of this farm—the widow is my aunt."

I understand, it's a relative, and I want to avoid suspicion.

"It's okay, show me."

Hastings took one from his breast, spread it out, and handed it to him with both hands.

The above is much simpler than the introduction of other farms, only what he just introduced.

"There is nothing outstanding about it. Compared with Mrs. Bernard's big farm, it is insignificant."

Richel picked a few of them and stuffed them into his sleeves, put away the remaining papers, and called Adrian to go with him, "Let's go for a walk."

Hastings nodded and hurried to harness the carriage.

"Why are there so many people next door today?" Richel looked around, the people lining up at the bakery went from the door to the street more than 100 feet away, making him greedy.

His head tightened, and he put a hat on his head with both hands, and pressed it down with all his strength.

Richer slapped his hands away indiscriminately, raised the brim of his hat, exposed his eyes, and glared angrily at the other party.

Adrian didn't care at all, he put his arms around his shoulders, squeezed his face with his hands, and was surprised, "Today the next door is even more lively than our store."

"Go and have a look." Richer dragged him through the door of the bakery.

The figures of the bakery owner, his wife and his eldest son were very busy behind the counter. Richel took a deep breath and said greedily, "It smells so good, what are you selling?"

"Pizza." The short and fat boss immediately proudly showed him what he had just baked when he saw him coming.

A thick round pie topped with something like bacon and peas and onions, sprinkled all over, slightly raised at the edges, baked to a golden brown and charred.

Richel looked at the thing in surprise.

"Last time you gave us some steamed buns and ate your dumplings. I thought they were all made of flour. All your pastries were filled with fillings, and they became very delicious, so I added them to my bread. Try it out."

"But Dad can't wrap the stuffing, instead the dough is getting bigger and bigger." The eldest son hurt him without any effort.

The boss proudly shook the towel and put it on his shoulders, "So what's the matter, now this cake is easier to spread, with a layer of fillings sprinkled on the top, you don't have to think about how to wrap it, and it still smells burnt, you taste it Try it." He cut a piece of cake neatly.

Richel took two pieces, gave one piece to Adrian, and took a bite out of his own hand. The unique wheat aroma of the flour wafted out. It was the same as the steamed buns he made himself. It was not very pure, and there was also a small amount of cheaper Barley flour and rye flour, while saving costs, also make the aroma more intense and layered.

The surface is roasted and crispy, especially the edge. Richel likes to eat this part the most. Inside is the red bacon and sun-dried soaked peas. There is a slight garlic fragrance mixed with the onion aroma. It is much better than the soft and tasteless bread that is popular nowadays, and it is even more delicious than black bread.

"See, these are customers who come to buy pizza. The small oven in my house is completely insufficient, and the oven in the street bakery has been occupied by me."

Richel made a suggestion, "Would you like to try adding a little cheese to your pizza?"

"That will cost more money." The boss disagreed.

Richel tried to persuade him, "Grate the cheese and add it. After baking, the edges are still crispy, and the moisture in the middle of the vegetables is locked. The skin still has a bit of burnt smell, and most of the inner layer becomes softer. , the fragrance is not easy to disperse.

After cutting, it will pull out filaments, take a bite, on the basis of the original salty taste, it has a thick milky aroma, the taste is more mellow and soft, the taste will not be so dry and stuffy, it is definitely more popular than this . "

"You said that, I really want to try it." A person who was paying the money next to him said with emotion.

"That will definitely be more expensive, Lazy, don't think about it, just take your pie." The boss angrily wrapped up two pizzas and stuffed them to him.

Richel bought a bacon and shrimp pizza from the boss, got into the carriage with the two of them, tore apart a piece and ate every bite.

Hastings had already tidied up the hearth while he was waiting for them, put red-hot coals in it with tongs, put a jug of wine on, and placed a few small dishes on the small table. Al stuffed a piece of pizza.

"Try it, it tastes good." Richel said.

He raised his sleeves to Adrian next to him, "Take a look at the investigation first."

The cuffs were narrow, and Adrian stretched his wrists and toes in, "I can't find it."

"Touch it." The arms and legs began to draw circles on the skin inside his sleeves.

Richel curled up laughing, the pizza in his hand was about to shake off, "It's so itchy, let go."

Adrian said solemnly: "Don't move, or you won't be able to touch it."

"Are you a doctor, and you still feel for your pulse." The skin on the inner side of the wrist was very tender, and his wrists and feet were circling there as if nothing existed.

Richel felt a little regretful after saying this, and stammered an explanation, "I want to say, I mean, a pharmacist."

Adrian was used to the words he occasionally blurted out that he didn't understand. After hearing his words, he felt his wrists and feet on the skin, and raised his eyebrows, "It's jumping and jumping, it's a bit abnormal."

"Nonsense, I'm very healthy."

"Dear patient, do you feel dizzy, thirsty, and weak because your loved one is sitting next to you and your heart beats faster, and you just want to lean on the other person's arms."

Richel couldn't help laughing, and pretended to be puzzled, shaking his head and looking around, "My beloved? Let me look for it. It shouldn't be that cheeky big octopus sitting next door."

"There is one more symptom, blindness." Adrian said dissatisfiedly tightening his wrist.

"That's right, a blind man finds a blind man, it's a perfect match." Richel laughed even more happily, and simply let him roll his wrist like this, stuffing the pizza from the other hand into his mouth, grabbing the pizza with his greasy hand. I wiped the papyrus on a small table.

"What's the matter, Hastings, don't you like to eat it?" Hastings on the opposite side was flipping the cake in his hand, and it was going to be cold now.

"No, it's not." With that, Hastings took a bite.

"It doesn't taste good when it's cold." Richel poured him a glass and pushed it over, "It's a bit dry, drink some wine to moisten your throat."

The person opposite silently picked up the wooden cup, held it in his hand, lowered his head, took a sip, and continued to eat pizza slowly.

Richel took out a few survey results from his sleeve, leaned closer and spread them on one thigh, and analyzed them for him one by one.

The stone houses outside the window gradually became less and less, the carriage drove out of the tall city gate, the trees on the roadside gradually increased, with dead branches slanting horizontally, the decayed weeds were faintly green, and the road bumped up.

Richel collected the papers and put them on the table, chatting while eating.

Both sides of the road gradually turned into continuous hills, extending to the high mountains in the distance.A few fat hens were pawing the grass leisurely under the coniferous trees. When they heard the movement, they looked up blankly and watched the carriage kick away rhythmically.

After winding around for a while, a fence made of messy planks appeared in front of my eyes.

Richel untied the wrists that had been curled up around his wrists, and the three got out of the carriage. Hastings opened the fence gate first and let them in.

Richel squinted his eyes and looked at the clear blue sky. Between the light blue sky and the lush green hills, there was a stone house.

The farmer came down from the door of the house on the top of the hill, holding the sleeve sleeve that he took off on the road, approached and asked, "Who are you?"