Octopus Online Feeding Guide

After the misunderstanding with Isaac was resolved, Richel breathed a sigh of relief, "In the future, there must be less trouble."

"Honey, I think you should stop believing his nonsense." Adrian frowned.

"Is there anything you haven't told me yet?"

"I have actually been friends with Isaac for many years. He always looks like he can't be seen through. I have doubts about what he said today."

"He found someone to chase me down, so you were one of them back then, right?" Richel recalled this incident.

"That's not true, I only found out later."

Adrian said, returning to the topic just now, "Think about it, you have been in Liberty City for so many years, why didn't he do anything?"

"Even if it's because of my mark that he couldn't find you, the blank period of the soul change just happened to allow people to spy on your whereabouts, and it's a fact that you were violently hunted down afterwards."

"Not long after you appeared in Reston, he suddenly changed his attitude, saying that he only needs to give up the throne. On the surface, it is just to help the more prestigious and capable Princess Tana, but I always feel that it will not be that simple. .”

Richel also felt that something was wrong when he said that.But he is really not good at analyzing these things, and his head hurts after thinking about it for a long time.

The next day, the entrance of Reston Restaurant was the same as yesterday, with a crowd of people gathered.

They may have thought that the Kingdom Guard had appeared because of yesterday's overreach.So today they just sat around the entrance of the restaurant, preventing the Restonites from going in to eat.

Reston's nobleman's carriage wandered around outside twice, but he couldn't stretch out his feet, so he went to other restaurants.

Anyway, they don't lack this family's food.

Richer had no shortage of visitors to Reston.

It was only the third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day... Those devout protesters persisted tenaciously for more than ten days regardless of the wind and the sun.

"My breakfast time has been changed to lunch, what do you want from me?" Richel said helplessly.

"Everyone opens the door to do business. You should be sitting here from morning to noon. The rest of the time is not morning. It's meaningless for you to sit here and block it."

"Don't you have anything else to do? So free!"

"In order to defend the Lord in our hearts, if your restaurant does not close down, we will never leave!"

"That's right, show it to other restaurants that also serve breakfast. Your behavior is not tolerated by Reston or the Human Empire!"

From their words filled with righteous indignation, Richel knew that he had just opened up the matter of breakfast. The merchants in the city found business opportunities and followed suit one after another, and the nobles were more than happy to enjoy some delicacies.

After coming and going, even if the monastery let the trial court arrest people, the breakfast trend intensified, but it was gradually integrated into the life of the nobles, and there was a tendency to sink into the common people.

So, their actions are intended to hit him, the first person who brought it up, to make an example to others?

Not really, Richer said.

"I'm thinking about your lives." He reminded friendlyly that when Adrian wanted to kill again, he no longer had the patience to persuade him.

The first few monks and leaders sat cross-legged on the ground, completely unmoved.

"Okay, you should dedicate your life to your lord, and see if she will take you in when the time comes."

The next day, when the guards came to the entrance of the restaurant, they found that all the screens in the store had been removed, leaving only a counter and a table.

"Yesterday I was still stubborn, and I really can't hold on."

"In a few days, even this store will be sold."

"This kind of people must not be allowed to succeed, and they should be shrunk back to the dilapidated nest of Liberty City."

Everyone was very happy, feeling that they had seen the dawn of success, and they all sat in front of the restaurant as before. The dense crowd could block the entire street, and even affect the carriages at the crossroads.

Until Richel moved their usual breakfast to the third floor.

One bowl of millet porridge for each person, a plate of fried vegetable spring rolls in the middle, a plate of crystal shrimp dumplings, neatly chopped crispy duck with sauced red sauce, two-inch small fish deep-fried until golden and crisp, and a few pieces of oil that were split in half Salted duck eggs, white and soft sauced pork buns, wheat-flavored puff pastry...

The people sitting in the first and second rows by the door took a deep breath and immediately held it.

"This is the temptation of the devil, hold on."

"The Lord is testing us."

Glancing at the sky outside the eaves, the sun has just emerged from the hills, and it is so early to eat.

"Sin, where have you learned the etiquette of fasting?"

"Cuckoo..."

They are hungry.

The first two or three rows couldn't bear the smell, so they moved outside first and let the people behind them top them.

The unknown people behind approached the door of the store and saw six or seven people eating breakfast.

"This duck is not bad," the vampire, who was not as tall as the dining table, stood on the chair, tore off the crispy duck skin with his fat short hands and threw it into his mouth. The pale pink duck meat inside was shiny, and he bit it off and tore it apart.They could smell it clearly from a few feet away.

"Duck meat is inferior to chicken, but the more you chew, the more delicious it is."

Not to mention, it has a salty flavor. We know that it is paired with light yellow and light millet porridge, which just neutralizes the salty taste in your mouth.

You can hear the crunching sound of chewing the bones, how charred the duck is.

"I, I'm a little thirsty, you guys take it here first." After one person finished speaking, he went to the side to drink water, and several people followed.

When the people behind smelled it, "It smells so good."

The fat and white buns were torn open, and the rich sauce dripped to the edge along with the crack, and they smelled the aroma of the sauce for the first time.

"The pork inside has been stewed until it becomes soft, and then it's chopped up to make stuffing for buns. The lean meat is not dry, the fat meat is not oily, everything is just right." Richel ripped it with his hands and ate it while explaining. Said.

"I'm thirsty too." Her saliva drools.

"Hold on, this is a test, just wait until noon."

At noon, Richel waited until all the customers from the City of Liberty downstairs had left before bringing his lunch to the third floor.

"It's okay, we've had lunch." Many people said.

"Stir-fried vermicelli, boiled fish, salt-baked shrimp, clam tofu soup, sauced meatballs, braised lion's head..." Each side was served on the table, and Richel called out the name of the dish.

"My mouth is saying it's hungry." The man who sat quietly said.

"I'm going to buy a roast chicken on the street." Another person patted him on the shoulder and quickly went to buy two.

The smell of barbecue is wafting, and all the way to the door of the restaurant, but there is another smell.

"The last one, chicken with scallion and soy sauce."

The smell of barbecue that I'm used to smells suddenly loses its fragrance.

"You take the roast chicken, when they finish eating, when will they call me." The man stuffed the chicken to the person next to him, "I'm afraid I'm not firm enough."

"Evening, it will be all right at night."

"That's right, a large table was set up at noon, which was even richer than a banquet. I don't believe that this restaurant will have new dishes at night."

Everyone thinks so.

Until Richel brought a pot.

A small fire was lit under the pot, and Jacob and the others filled the table with layers of small plates. This time they ate not facing the door, but sat around the table and ate hot pot.

The beauty screens were placed around the table, emitting a rustling cool air, and Richel and the others ate happily.

"It's not human!" Later they found someone to cry.

"We were thirsty outside and they were eating crushed ice inside."

"We're starving outside and they're eating breakfast inside."

"We were exposed to the wind and rain at the door, and they ate hot pot inside, and everyone in the street could smell the aroma."

"Hot pot, what kind of hot pot? What kind of aroma?"

"Is this the point!"

"Of course not, they are too much! How can you eat hot pot, what is it like, and how can you eat it?"

"Did you hear what I said earlier?"

"Of course, they also eat breakfast and crushed ice. What is crushed ice? Is it eaten with hot pot? Can you explain in detail how to eat it?"

"It's just a pot surrounded by cut vegetables...my point is not that!"

"I know what you want to say."

Not long after, Richel launched the restaurant's hot pot.

Among the first batch of people to eat, there were those who rushed to the front and shouted the most.