Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Adrian sneered, lowered his arms, shook his wet red hair, and said, "It's a little small."

Richer's face flushed suddenly, both angry and ashamed, he pulled off the clothes next to him and put it on, and looked him up and down, "It's better than nothing."

Adrian raised one of his wrists to his face, "Who said there was none."

"You..." Richel opened his mouth and forgot to respond. After eating octopus for so many years, he didn't even know...

"Do you have any feeling? The strange knowledge has increased." Adrian leaned on his arm and foot, the white powdery tentacles were wrapped in a layer of transparent film, and there was a moving streamer in the flickering candlelight. It's no different.

Richel shook his head, "I just realized that monsters...orcs are shameless." It was almost impossible to look directly at his tentacles.

"I'm not a monster, an orc...Barely, my true identity is a pirate." His suction cup was firmly fixed on the long table, and he leaned over to him, "It's still your fiancé."

"Have the orcs started to turn inward these days?" Richel took a step back, away from his breath, "You should go find a female octopus orc, not a human, look carefully, I'm still a man! According to biological classification, it is male."

Adrian was a little puzzled, he was so scared to death last time, why did he have the guts to yell at him today.

"Aren't you going to obey my orders, human?" His face darkened, his voice became low, and a green storm was brewing in his eyes.

Richer's heart trembled, he took a step back timidly, and looked at him defensively.

That's right.

Adrian enjoyed his fear very much, stretched out a tentacles, the pointed end poked his chest, pushing people back bit by bit, "Human, you should see your own situation and status clearly, I Allow yourself to have a little compassion for you, it's all because you look... hiss—let go, no, let go—"

The eight tentacles danced in the air, and finally broke free. Looking back, the end of the tentacles has been dented with a circle of imprints, and there is still saliva.

Wiping it with distaste, when I looked at people again, only half of the escaped shadow was reflected on the kitchen door.

"Why are your teeth so sharp? You're not a goblin." Adrian said angrily.

Richel quickly ran out of the kitchen, and the fire in the living room was surging, illuminating Chelsea's face in front of the counter in a ghostly manner.

She was holding a yellow-brown liquid in her hand, and she smelled strongly of alcohol. She leaned halfway against the table and asked lazily, "What did you eat tonight?"

"Don't think about eating yet, an orc broke in from the kitchen." Richel said while running, running up the spiral staircase in one breath.

Drunken-eyed, Chelsea staggered out of the counter, a mass of wriggling tentacles protruding from the navy blue floor of the kitchen, and a young man with red hair and blue eyes appeared in front of her eyes.

Chelsea's mung bean-sized eyes seemed to be unable to see clearly, they were narrowed into a slit, and the eyeballs could hardly be seen, and the face looked bigger and more square.

Adrie glanced at her and yawned lazily.

The pair of dead fish and mung bean eyes were unwavering, the trumpet sleeves were layered and complicated, the white and tender skin was tightly stretched, and there were faintly protruding blue veins.

In the wine cabinet by the wall next to it, the horizontal liquor "cluck" trembled, and there was a slight cracking sound, which immediately dissipated into silence.

The hotel was dead silent.

The candles and the fire in the fireplace turned to Xi Wei, and the hall was darkened, leaving only Adrian Fei's cold eyes, tilting his head slightly, looking at her calmly.

The surface of the wine in the glass swayed slightly, and the entire mouth of the glass was covered in the delicate palm, casting a hazy shadow.Chelsea leaned her elbows on the counter table, whispered her lips a few times, and then fell silent again.

"Chelsea, after you step back, I'll beat him away." Richel's voice sounded on the second floor, and the people in the lobby saw that he had found a broom from nowhere, and it was spinning around panting. Run down the stairs.

Adrian laughed, and in the next moment, he was already in the corridor on the second floor, lying on the railing with his hands folded, and his arms and legs rolled up the person who was running down humming.

Richel felt a tightness in his waist, and then his body flew into the air, and he hugged the broom tightly in fright, his feet flapping feebly in the air.

Clutching the wine glass with her fingertips, Chelsea blushed twice, took a sip of the wine, wobbled back to her counter, and took out the cracked bottle of wine.

Once touched, the wine and the bottle turned into foam, as if everything was an illusion.

Throwing away the broom and rolling him into his arms, Adrian touched his head, "I'm so sleepy, which one is your room, let's go to bed first."

Richel shook his head like a rattle, and his big chocolate-colored eyes were frightened with tears rolling in their sockets, looking pitiful.

"I'm really not good at eating."

His momentary enthusiasm for saving Chelsea collapsed in an instant, and he shivered in his arms.

Adrian sniffed his face with the tip of his nose, opened his mouth and gnawed heavily on his fair and tender face.

Richer's eyes widened, and then his face was about to be deformed by the pain.

What a cannibal!

Adrian let go of his mouth, watching with satisfaction the marks of his teeth on the face.

"Soft, tender, and elastic." After speaking, he stuck out his rosy tongue and licked him unsatisfactorily, "It's delicious."

Richel felt his head froze due to the pain, and he was always in a dazed state.When he rubbed his face with his hands, he realized that his hands had been released, and he didn't know when he was sitting on the bed in his room.

Not far away, the orc was looking at the room with disgust, "Are you sleeping in this pile of junk?"

Compared with his so-called home in the slums before, it was already much better, Richel said dissatisfiedly: "This place is very good."

It's just old and dirty.

"There is also a talking fire."

The flame that had just begun to greet him in the fireplace was only a spark.The firewood fell, covering itself.

Adrian climbed onto the only bed in the room, wrapped around the hands and feet of the fleeing man, and pulled him to his side, "Sleep."

"I'm going to rest somewhere else." Richel crouched at the head of the bed, looking at him warily.

"Don't worry, I've eaten it, and I won't eat you in the future."

"Then you go to another room to rest."

"I'm too lazy to move." He yawned, wrapped his hands around Richel's body, and patted him on the back like putting a child to sleep, "That's it."

The person beside him closed his eyes, looking peaceful and gentle.

Richer was thinking wildly, thinking that he couldn't fall asleep, but he didn't expect that as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them again, it would be the next morning.

There was no sign of the octopus around him at all.

Sunlight streamed in through the broken windows, forming six elongated quadrilaterals on the carpet in the center of the room.

He stretched a lot, and the fatigue on his body was swept away. He opened the door while rubbing his eyes, and bumped into a generous chest.

He took two steps back, his back didn't hit the wall, but hit the soft tentacles, and he surrounded his whole body.

Richel had a stinky face and rubbed the back of his head, not in a good mood.

"Didn't you leave?"

"I'm hungry," Adrian yelled, "I'll leave after breakfast."

Richer pushed the man to the side of the aisle and resigned himself to go downstairs to the kitchen.

Taking a look at the vegetables he bought yesterday, there are still a lot of eggs on the long table, ten catties of unground wheat grains, various vegetables, onions, leeks and carrots.

He quickly glanced around, and picked up the egg again.

Eggs are really a common food, rich in nutrition and good in taste, and can be matched with many ingredients.And it's cheap here, only seven copper coins for ten eggs.

Take a bowl, break a few eggs, break them up, fill them with warm water and pour them into the egg liquid. The ratio of water to eggs is two to one.

After adding, continue to beat evenly in one direction, filter the froth, and add minced ham and diced mushrooms.

The ham cured by Mrs. Bernard is beautiful in color, the crimson lean meat is like a rose in a garden, and there are layers and layers of creamy white fat, leaving circles of marble at the cut. beautiful texture.

When she raised the knife and cut a thin slice, the salty aroma of the pork catalyzed by time and the collision of salt grains constantly teased Richel's taste buds. He couldn't help it, so he bought a few slices.

Light a fire in the stove, wait for the water in the pot to boil, put down a few simple chopsticks as a shelf, place the egg custard, cover the pot, and heat it to steam.

Adrian leaned against the moth-eaten door frame, watching him do all this skillfully, neatly and without any muddle.

The steam was rushing in the kitchen, making Richel's fair and delicate face even more fragile and helpless, and his thin and thin body was looming in the mist.In his eyes, this person would also be melted into water mist by the heat and dissipate completely.

Taking a deep breath, Adrian changed his posture and continued to lean. The tip of his nose could already smell the smell of minced ham and diced mushrooms.

so tempting.

"Hey," he rarely had a serious expression on his face, "what's your name?"

Richel raised his head in astonishment, thought for a while, and suddenly realized that this person really didn't know his name, so he subconsciously said, "Richel."

The lid of the pot in his hand was opened, a gust of white steam rose up, Richel stepped back a little, and there was a person standing behind him at some point, Adrian put his hands on his shoulders carelessly, and took a few breaths with his head down , Said: "It smells so good."

Heat the pan, put the leeks into the pan and heat the oil, and then pour it on the surface of the custard, forming a burst of slick oily flowers.Take a bite with a spoon, the eggs are tender and smooth, and the salty taste of the ham explodes in your mouth. The more you chew, the stronger the flavor of the meat, with a hint of onion and mushroom freshness.

"What kind of dish is this?" Adrian looked at it in surprise.

"Ham and egg custard is just a home-cooked dish." Richel said that with his current financial ability, he couldn't afford to buy ingredients for big dishes at all.

Adrian had already given up hope, as long as he could fill his stomach, he knew how much these low-level people didn't pay attention to food. He didn't expect that after he finished a bowl, he still couldn't get enough.

Richel cleaned the dishes and put them aside to dry, and took the money bag and went out.

Go out from the hotel and walk along the stone path. The Gerry block contains five streets. The Drishers Lane where he is located is mainly wine houses and hotels, and there are some shops selling hats and straw mats. A few women sit at the door wearing aprons There was mending on his stools, and a branch of the Mercenary Guild took up the largest area of ​​the street.

Coming out of the alley, the bakery oven at the intersection of the cross street is responsible for the baking of bread for the families in the entire block nearby, and the fragrance of rye continues to seduce pedestrians on the road.

The clear and pleasant voice of the blacksmith shop on the next street came out. He walked along the spacious avenue and crossed three large blocks before he saw the sea.