Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 100

Richel seized the time and mixed all the fresh sweet potatoes and corn brought by the pirates with barley to make the last batch of maltose, and sold them to the nobles in Liberty City and Reston. Before the merchant ship arrived at the port of Liberty City, it made a big profit.

And not long after that, a fleet arrived in the continent of Kelexi. They spent several months in the foreign continent, using whips to drive thousands of goblins to work for them, and finally transported back more than a dozen boats of sugarcane, which was enough It is equivalent to the annual planting amount of the land where the company works.

The sucrose made made a fortune for those adventurers.

More adventurers discovered this road to wealth, and more ships sailed to the mainland of Cambes.

But only one and a half months later, when the new adventurers first landed on the foreign continent, several fleets of sugarcane were shipped from the Claysey Continent one after another, and the sugar price in Liberty City began to fall for the first time in history.

The nobles in the inland may not have felt the change obviously because of the freight and storage. The city of Liberty in the mainland shipping center is the first to smell sweet and greasy.

The food that could only be tasted by the nobles who stood at the top suddenly flooded the city. They felt that they were in a sweet Garden of Eden. Even the bricks under their feet were piled up like sugar, exuding a fragrant fragrance. sweet.

The decline of sucrose made the landlords and wealthy merchants happy. They could finally eat rare and precious things and enjoy this luxurious taste.

Richel was also happy.

Many of his dishes require sugar, which has a soft and salty taste, and the maltose he makes himself is cheap.But there is no way to supply food to thousands of people every day.

Every household manufactures and sells sugar, and Richer followed suit and bought dozens of pounds of sugarcane from the port, cleaned it, and asked Jacob and Adrian to crush and squeeze out the juice.

He cut a section of sugar cane for everyone, and sat on the stone table beside him, gnawing slowly, spit out the juiceless bagasse.Adrian switched to a tentacle mill, and the sore one rested on his leg.

"I'm so tired."

"Grind it for a while and it'll be over." Richel pinched his wrists and feet distressedly, "I'll give you some sugarcane later."

"He just wants you to pinch his legs." Hayle told the truth, "Obviously something that can be done with a pinch of hands."

It was the first time for him to eat sugar cane like this, and he had to chew for a long time after taking a bite. His mouth was sore. He held a bowl under the sugar cane and held the sugar cane. The middle part shriveled easily, and the sugar cane juice flowed into the bowl.

Hayle sucks her fingers, sweetly.

Richel looked at Adrian.

Adrian retracted his arms and legs, wrapped around a bundle of sugarcane and tightened it easily, and the light green juice flowed down the sugarcane pole into the wooden barrel.

After one bundle was finished, Adrian put his arms and feet on Richel's legs again, "Honey, I got a sugarcane thorn in my leg."

Richel opened it and saw that there were indeed many thin barbs. He took a breath and carefully picked them out for him.

"Can you take a break?" Octopus took the opportunity to bargain.

"You can't work with your other seven feet and two hands?"

"You don't love me anymore." Adrian shook his head and sighed, still squeezing sugar cane obediently.

"Ten pounds of corn can make at least five pounds of maltose. I don't know how much sugar these sugar canes can make." Hastings thought.

"It takes ten to fifteen pounds of cane to boil nearly a pound of sugar, and these probably only make five to eight pounds."

Hastings thought about it, sugarcane is difficult to grow, and the yield is low, so it is no wonder that it is rare.

In this case, maltose can actually continue to be produced as an unaffordable substitute for sucrose.

"Candy made from sugar cane is much sweeter than sugar made from sweet potato and corn." Richel knew what he was thinking, "Sugar cane from the Cambes continent will definitely pour in, and they will get used to such sweetness by then." Sugar, maltose is not competitive.”

Compared with difficult-to-produce honey and sucrose, maltose does have an advantage in yield.But when sucrose flooded, this advantage disappeared.

"Sweet potatoes and corn can also be made into other delicious things, such as popcorn." Richel said.

Hayle's eyes lit up instantly when he heard that he hadn't eaten it before, "Popcorn, what popcorn?"

Richel had already entered the kitchen, poured the sugarcane juice into the pot, first brought it to a boil on high heat, and then simmered on medium-low heat.

The sugarcane juice gradually turned from light green to yellow, and then gradually deepened in color. During this period, Licher kept stirring to remove the froth and residual sugarcane debris, and finally the sugarcane became viscous and turned reddish brown.

Pour the sugarcane juice into the wooden basin and keep stirring and sanding. After cooling, the brown-red sugar cubes can faintly see the granular shape of crystals.

This is the way people all over the continent are used to making sugar, and the resulting sugar is almost indistinguishable from brown sugar.

Richel added another step, centrifugation.

He'd never considered himself an inventor, but he couldn't have done it without the help of Jacob and Adrian.

The wooden barrel is specially made, has an inner sleeve, and the top is empty.Pour the syrup into the inner sleeve of the wooden barrel, seal the lid, and tie a long rope at the upper and lower ends of the wooden barrel, and twist the two sides to the extreme in the opposite direction.

One end was fixed on the ground in the yard. Jacob's huge body stood upright, and he pulled the other end of the rope upwards. The twisted rope drove the barrel to rotate at high speed.

Then loosen the force, the rope turns back to the original direction, and the barrel rotates accordingly.When it's almost time Jacob pulls again.

Reciprocating more than ten times, using high-speed rotation, the thick syrup is thrown into the outer bucket, and the crystals of the inner sleeve are revealed.

Richel swiped his fingers into the sugar, and the snow-white crystals stuck to his hands, which were still wet.

"It's white sugar."

What used to be considered so common, now requires so many difficulties to obtain.

Richer collected the sugar and put it on a dustpan to dry.

Add a small piece of butter to the pot. When it just melted, put the sun-dried corn kernels into the pot and turn it over a few times, and cover the pot. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound, which was very lively.

When the sound gradually died down, Richel opened the lid of the pot, taking advantage of the thin mist, there were still a few corn kernels jumping up and down.

Haier stretched his neck while lying on the stove to watch, the golden corn kernels that were originally well-formed were all exploded, and half the pot was swollen golden.

Small transparent particles fluttered and fell from between Richer's fingers, refracting gorgeous white awns under the afternoon light, like salt, like snow, profusely, like elves.

The white sugar touched the heat and melted on the golden skin.Richel stir-fried it twice again, so that the sugar evenly coated each popcorn, took it out of the pan, and put it in a wooden bowl.

When exposed to the cold air in the air, the sugar quickly solidifies on the surface of the popcorn and becomes hard.

Hayle couldn't wait to grab a few and pop them into his mouth.

The butter brings a milky aroma, and the corn is bombarded at high temperature, and the aroma of the food is completely released. When eaten in the mouth, it is not only crispy, but also very sweet, satisfying the triple enjoyment of sight, smell, and taste.

"It's delicious, make more." Hayle grabbed a handful of popcorn and gave it to Jacob, with a little sugar left in his hand, wishing he could eat it with his fist.

"It's quite a beautiful idea." Richel counted with his fingers, "Corn is unique to the foreign continent—the ones planted by Aunt Betty have to wait a short time before they mature, and the sugar cane is grown in the foreign continent, and it takes time to plant and transport It costs money, and the process of making sugar takes time and energy. You don’t know how much labor is condensed in a small bowl of popcorn in your hand.”

Hayle suddenly felt that the snacks in his hand were even more delicious.

"Share some for everyone." Richer divided the popcorn in the pot into several bowls, filled a bowl for everyone, and there was actually more in the end.

Richel looked around, "Where's Chelsea? Where did she go?"

Adrian threw a popcorn into his mouth and said, "Princess Tana invited her to be a guest in the palace."

"Since when did they get along so well?"

"You don't want them to date?"

"How is that possible? I'm very happy that she has friends outside of restaurants." Richel laughed, giving the witch twice as much popcorn.

"Not fair!" Hayle yelled.

"If you call again, give her the share in your hand."

In the palace, Andre III lay anxiously on the bed, his heart was beating as hard as he could, and the rushing blood made him dizzy, and he could hear the beating of blood in his ears.

He opened his eyes, and the Imperial Sheriff was lowering his hand from his head.

"West," he was radiant, his eyes brightened, "I feel a lot better."

"Proper treatment can revitalize your body." He stood beside the bed with a calm expression, "But Your Majesty, we don't have much time left."

Andre III was silent for a moment, "It seems that I have to arrange everything as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, you'll be free from all this soon."

"Your Majesty, Princess Tana and Chelsea are here."

The two were discussing what to do next when the attendant outside the door said suddenly.

The four eyes looked at each other for a moment.

"Let them in."

"Father, are you okay?" Tana asked with concern.

"It's just a little headache, why are you here?"

"I know you like Chelsea. I called her to visit you today." Tana held his hand and sat down on the side of the bed. "I hope you will recover immediately after seeing her."

Chelsea stood far away by the door, she did not expect to meet this scene today, otherwise, she would have to let Richel come over no matter what.

"You are always so considerate." Andre III's loving young and lively face, with an imperceptible desire, stretched out his hand to stroke it lightly, "Trust me, it will."

"Hearing you say that, I'm going to be jealous." Tana's brown eyes were shining with light, and she was the most obedient daughter at the moment.

Andre III laughed and held his hand, "No matter what, you are my most beloved daughter."

Tana laughed.

"I haven't spoken to Chelsea in a long time, can I have a chat with her alone?"

"Of course." Tana let go of her hands and stood up, winking mischievously at Chelsea.

"Don't look out, he's your father, talk to him well."

Chelsea was gently pushed by her, and walked in a little awkwardly.

Tana patted her arm, telling her to take it easy.

She waited quietly by the window outside the hall, looking at the scenery outside, and suddenly thought why Sheriff West could stay inside when she came out.

Didn't you say you want to talk alone?