Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Fish soup pot bottom, tomato pot bottom, big bone thick soup pot bottom, mushroom pot bottom, spicy pot bottom, fat sauerkraut pot bottom...

Dazzling more than a dozen kinds of pot bottoms, with a variety of dishes, it is dizzying.

As soon as the posters were posted on the wall in front of the store, the sit-in protesters began to move around.

Several people discussed in secret and walked into the store.

"What are you doing, are you going to send money to the owner of this store!"

"This is groundless speculation! We are going to find out about the situation of this store."

"That's right, after so many days, there is no effect at all. Don't you think there is something wrong with the method? We decided to get to know each other first, and then use their weaknesses to defeat them."

It seems reasonable to say.

Before the people behind could react, the few people guarding the door closest to the door entered the shop first.

After a few minutes, a few more people followed in.

They walked through the door inside the store and came to the corridor on the third floor. Hayle looked up and took them downstairs.

"Richer, there are protesters coming to dinner again."

Everyone in the lobby looked up.

Those few people were a little embarrassed, and they argued palely: "It's noon now, we have the right to eat."

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"Hot pot." They said in unison.

"Will you eat?"

Those people felt that this was contempt for them, and they all yelled: "Of course, it's not just using chopsticks."

"It's not that I haven't eaten here before, and I know how to use it." Another person said.

"I also practiced at home for several days."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't eat from this restaurant before? Why did you practice secretly?" A person asked his companion in doubt.

"Know your opponent... In short, arrange a table for us, we want to eat hot pot."

"Okay, what soup base do you want?" Richel ordered for them.

This made them embarrassed again. Looking at the lifelike painting, everyone's opinions were not unified. After discussing for a long time, they decided to order the bottom of the sauerkraut pot with fat intestines.

"This one is more expensive. It costs fifteen silver coins for a table."

When a few people heard that it was so expensive, they wanted to shrink back.

"Spices are added to the soup, there are fat sausages in it, and there are all kinds of meat and vegetables. You know how expensive the usual meat is. Now seven or eight of you spend fifteen silver coins to enjoy the top noble Delicious, do your calculations and see if it will be worth it."

Such an analysis seems reasonable.

Several people worked together and came up with fifteen silver coins. Richel took the money, led them to the fourth floor, opened an empty private room, and let them sit in.

One advantage of selling hot pot is that the bottom of the pot can be prepared in advance, and Richel can spare time to cook hot dishes ordered by other customers, and he can take care of them when more and more customers come.

From the fresh pork shipped from the pasture, the large intestines are first separated, washed with soda and salt, and cooked with a few bay leaves grown in the backyard, sliced ​​ginger, and dried oregano and scallion brandy. Stew on the fire for half a day, remove and cut into small pieces.

Put green onion, ginger, garlic, and a few dried chilies into the oil pan. I didn't dare to put too much because I was afraid it was the first time for them to eat it.Pour the chopped fat sausage into it and stir-fry. After forcing out the oil, pour in the chopped sauerkraut. When you smell a strong hot and sour smell, add the chopped oregano again, and pour it into the side of the pot. Brandy, bouquet and pepper come out.

After adding a pot of water to boil, it can be set aside for later use.When the guests order, they can directly take a small pot and bring it to the private room.

Like the barbecue, the table in the private room is also specially made. There is a pit in the middle to put coals, and a shelf on top. Richer put the pot on it. After a while, the bottom of the pot boiled and bubbling.

Juicy white radishes, fresh and crisp asparagus, young vegetable sprouts, potatoes from other continents, pork belly and mutton rolls sliced ​​as thin as cicada wings, cod fillets, duck blood and duck intestines are neatly arranged on the plates around the hot pot. The sausages I bought, the crispy fritters with vermicelli fish balls made by myself, the bean curd puffs with bean curd skin...the table was full.

A group of people didn't know where to start. Richel told them what was good to cook, and what should not be cooked for too long, and what should be put down first. After explaining it, he took out the gray thing on the side.

"What is this?" Everyone looked at him curiously.

"Shrimp slippery."

I bought fresh live shrimp from Liberty City, peeled off the shells and sprinkled them, cut one-third into small cubes, and chopped the rest into shrimp paste. After mixing the two together, add seasoning and egg white starch, stir and beat made.

Richel demonstrated it to them, put the shrimp slippery into the pot to cook, and when it floated to the top of the pot, take it out and let them taste it.

Shrimp slippery retains the firmness and sweetness of fresh shrimp, and at the same time has a slightly spicy and slightly sour taste of the soup base. The two flavors are strangely blended together. It was the first time they tasted this kind of food, and they did not fish twice. Just finished eating.

For the rest of the ingredients, Cher asked them to make it themselves. If you want to add soup or ingredients, you can ring the bell.

They sat around the table and ate happily, and the steam from the pot made the already hot summer even more unbearable.

Just at this time, cool air came from the vents on the top, and after the pores of the whole body were opened, the cold air was inhaled, and the whole body felt refreshed all at once.

Two ghosts huddled together at the vent, jostling and scrambling to see the hot pot below.

The original fat intestines in the pot have absorbed enough hot and sour soup, with the taste of spices, and the original smell of pigs cannot be tasted at all.The fatty sausage tasted very flexible, and it took me a long time to chew it in my mouth before I swallowed it whole.

"It's so delicious." The man picked up another piece, and the friend next to him scooped up a full spoonful with a colander.

Others followed suit one after another. After cooking, they put new dishes down, and the amount of each dish was not much.

But there are many kinds. The meat that I have eaten before is dipped in sauce and hot pot soup, and it has a new taste. The vegetables that I don’t like have a new soul. After drinking the soup, it brings a new feeling.

A hearty eating song.

After struggling for a whole noon, they leaned limply on the back of the chair, touching their uncomfortable stomachs.

If it wasn't for the stomach not being able to hold it, they could still eat it.

When they came out of the passageway on the third floor, Reston's protesters surrounded them one after another.

"How about it, is the food over there delicious?"

One of them burped.

A sour smell permeated the air.

The people around immediately took two steps back, "What did the boss give you?"

"hot pot."

"too delicious."

"Why is it this smell?"

"Try it all, I never thought that I can eat heavenly food in the world."

This statement does not seem to convince everyone.

"You may not believe it, but after eating, I am full of strength."

"That's because you're too full."

"No, it's just the feeling..." He couldn't describe it, "My heart has relaxed a lot, and I feel a sense of satisfaction."

Another echoed, "My barren words can't describe how delicious it is."

"That is something that seduces you to degenerate." A monk next to him warned, "Desiring to eat and drink is something that God cannot forgive."

He didn't allow anyone to eat anymore, but Richel's three meals a day were still the same as before, making people drool every time.Especially in the morning, they didn't eat breakfast and could only watch them eat with hunger.

The sit-in activity lasted less than a month, and gradually disbanded, and more people came to Richer's for breakfast and hot pot.

Reston's most obstinate protege party gradually let go, and took an acquiescing attitude towards Richer's secretly changing the breakfast time back.

Otherwise, there is no way, you say not to eat, but now the general trend is the general trend, because the common people have to get up early in the morning to do farm work, and they want to eat even more. In the past, they just brought a few snacks to satisfy their hunger. Now that breakfast is promoted, they can eat it openly. , very popular.

In this regard, they can only pretend to turn a blind eye to it. They can't stop everyone, and others can't change them.

Richer was even busier.

In the morning, Adrian and Aunt Betty went to Aunt Betty's farm to see the results of planting crops in different continents. Aunt Betty was really good at planting. He only gave a general idea, and she relied on her groping for the rest, and she actually planted those crops. A piece of green, the scale is quite large.

Afterwards, they went to several ranches to negotiate contract renewals, and Richel found that no matter how much they negotiated, the price at Liberty City was not as good as Reston's.

In fact, Liberty City is near the sea, and the animal husbandry industry is far less developed than inland. If you order from Reston's ranch, it must be very cost-effective. You don't even need much shipping fees through the entrance of Charlie Street.

"The restaurant business is good, and life is not troublesome." Richel laughed and rattled his abacus, looking at the beautiful numbers on the account book, he couldn't tell how happy he was.

What's even happier is that in a few months, his sweet potatoes, potatoes and corns will be able to produce energy, and he no longer depends entirely on the transportation of pirate ships.

The operation of the restaurant is also proceeding in an orderly manner.

Hastings has recently been raising some children to be good waiters.In the past, it was up to them to wash dishes, clean tables, and clean up restaurants, so he wanted to formally hire them for a long time.

Children from poor families, in addition to being serfs, only some lucky people can be trained to become qualified servants and live a relatively good life.

Now that someone as good as Hastings is leading them, if they go out to make a living in the future, they can also get a relatively decent job.

"Honey, I have a special gift for you tonight." Adrian came over and said.

"What gift?" Richel put away the ledger and locked it in a drawer.

"It's said to be special. If you know it in advance, there will be no surprises."

"I didn't expect that you would give me a gift." He didn't look like a romantic octopus, "Is it because of something?"

Adrian looked a little embarrassed, and the volume turned down, "We have been together for a year."

Richel suddenly realized that time had passed so quickly.

"I remember that humans like to do something different from the usual on some meaningful days, such as giving something."

"I don't have any feelings about this." Richel said shamelessly, he was always nervous and didn't have any special touch.

"In the evening, end early and go back to the room." Adrian emphasized again solemnly.

"It's rare to see you so serious." Richel laughed.

The two whispered and laughed head-to-head, and there was a curse from upstairs, and Chelsea jumped down from the corridor on the third floor.

"When will you be able to walk down the stairs normally?" Richel asked with a headache.

"There are people in the palace again."

"Isaac?"

"Yes." Chelsea flicked her skirt and straightened the skirt, "He asked me to go to the palace, the old king wants to see me."

"Why?" Richer scratched his head, "Isn't that thing over?"

"The book of contract has indeed expired and turned into ashes." Isaac leaned against the railing on the third floor at some point, with his arms resting on the surface to support his body, "but he still wants to see himself as a father children."

"But Chelsea..."

"I have an idea," said Isaac, "how about you two come with me? Don't you want to meet your father, Richel?"

"I..." Richel hesitated.

The original owner's... father?

"it is good."