Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 68

Lesney was floating in the corner of the restaurant wearing a black cloak, when suddenly a hand stretched out from the middle of the road and grabbed him back to the room.

Chelsea's square face appeared in front of her eyes, and if you look closely, you can see a few cute freckles under her eyelids.

A string of question marks appeared above the skull.

"You, go find Richel later and bring him to the long table in the lobby."

Lesni nodded, and her whole body instantly turned into powder in her hands, and was reshaped by the door.

Opening the door, the skeleton floated straight to the kitchen.

Chelsea and the others were still going downstairs when they heard Richel's voice coming out of the kitchen.

"Quick, quick." Chelsea didn't expect Lesney to move so quickly. He threw Jacob down the stairs and used it as a wall to block Hayle with the food to the table to put it away.

When Richel came out, Chelsea was walking down the spiral staircase gracefully and gracefully, supported by Hastings.

She was wearing a turquoise embroidered lace tutu skirt, revealing her flat shoulders and slender arms.Even in winter, I have never seen her wrapped in a big jacket.

"Did you find anything different about me today?" Chelsea saw him staring at himself intently, wanting to hear some compliments.

"Clothes changed."

"I change my clothes every day," Chelsea hinted, "in a little detail."

Richel stared at it for a while, and said affirmatively, "The hairstyle has changed."

"No." She tied half of her hair every day.

Richel was a little embarrassed, and looked up and down, "Uh... the eyes, the eyes are swollen, young people don't stay up all night, they will become ugly..."

While the words were still in his mouth, he could already hear Chelsea snapping his fingers.

Hastings on the side turned away silently.

"Fortunately, Master Adrian has taken a fancy to you, otherwise you would have been single for the rest of your life." Chelsea gritted her teeth.

Richel touched his nose, what's wrong with being single, being single won't be pissed off by the stupidity of the octopus all day long.

However, he really couldn't see what had changed.

"Lesney, tell me." Chelsea glanced at the skeleton next to him.

The necromancer is much more reliable, and slowly floated a sentence, "I sprayed perfume, it smells like daisies; I have become taller, and the high heels under the skirt have changed."

Chelsea looked at Richel smugly, "Learn a bit."

Fortunately, she specially dressed up carefully, but she didn't expect that he was blind and didn't notice at all.

Richer knew he was wrong, smiled flatteringly, and followed her to the table.

For the "surprise" that had been destroyed by Adrian, he didn't have much expectation, but he still showed ignorance. When Jacob's tall body moved away, he was really surprised.

Don't you mean making noodles?

"what is this?"

"We gave it a nice name, Twisted Face."

"Uh, okay." The black and mushy thing was undulating in a bowl, and it was indeed twisted enough.

"Since Mrs. Elise asked you if you would go to the imperial capital, you seem to have lost energy for the past two days." Hastings said with concern.

"We know that you want to go." Hayle said with a stinky face, "Everyone wants to go to a big place."

"It's just that we can't bear to part with us."

"Who can't bear it." Richel pouted, as if he was the only one who valued this friendship.

"Who is it that sighs at our backs whenever I have time these two days." Chelsea saw the truth and was a little proud.

Richel was caught in the act, speechless.

Last night, he couldn't tell whether he was moved or disappointed, or both, but he always felt that they wanted him to leave, and held a farewell party for him to leave quickly.

"We also miss you, Richel." The lines on Chelsea's face softened rarely, "But Lesney can't leave this hotel, I need to stay with him and stay here, and you may need you to take care of this hotel in the future." Lease it to us." It was okay to say that there was no owner in the past, but now it belongs to Richel, so naturally it cannot be preempted.

The skeleton by the table immediately raised his right hand.

"It's a trivial matter whether to rent or not." Although I almost understood it in my heart, I was still a little disappointed when I heard that they would stay.

He turned to Jacob and asked, "And you, do you still want to learn how to cook with me?"

Jacob looked at Hayle, a little embarrassed.

"I have not decided yet."

Richer understood in his heart, and looked at Hastings again.

"I am always at your disposal."

Finally, there is a satisfying answer.

After asking around, the result was similar to what he had imagined. Richel said with emotion: "I didn't expect to be parted after meeting for such a short time."

"Thank you for giving us a very pleasant time."

"Your wisdom and hands have created these unprecedented delicacies that we may never have the opportunity to eat again."

"You can come to Reston to find me if you have time. Maybe I will open a restaurant there. If you pass by Reston, you can go there and sit down."

Lesni waved his thin arms, and a bunch of ash came out.

Recalling the bits and pieces in Liberty City, it seems like a dream.

From the beginning of rejection and refusal to adapt, to now not only owning a restaurant, having a partner, but also a bunch of friends who eat and help on weekdays, along the way, he feels extremely lucky and happy.

"Thank you, I don't know if I will find such a good friend like you in Reston in the future."

"Uh... To be honest, I let you stay in the hotel because I wanted to eat you for a few days - I haven't eaten food made by humans for a long time, and you set up a stall at the downstairs door every day... These are not important, Anyway, I wanted to kill you."

Chelsea felt that we were about to part ways, so it was better to tell the truth, and finally said, "Reston is no better than Liberty City. After you go there, don't leave Lord Adrian's side."

Richel was about to ask in detail, but Hayle stepped across the table and pushed down Lesney who had just climbed onto the chair, "I also confess that I wanted to kill you too, and then I felt that I would have more to eat if you were alive."

Chelsea glanced at him with disdain, and said directly that no one is stronger in strength.

Richie couldn't react.

"Anyway, it's enough to be friends now." He thought for a while, and said, "It doesn't matter what reason you get together. I never felt any malice towards you."

After feeling a lot of emotion, seeing that it was almost time to prepare the lunch ingredients, Richel got up to prepare, but just as he turned around, he kicked his right foot hard.

Lesney hugged his leg.

"what happened?"

"By the way, the parting gift hasn't been given yet." Chelsea patted his forehead and handed the bowl of black things to his eyes.

"Ah, this..." Friends, don't hurt me like this.

"Jacob has been under your hands for so long, and he can't even make ramen well. He barely got into this shape. Try it."

Richel remembered what Adrian said last night that they had eaten their own food for so long and wanted to make a meal for him.

"Thank you." He still took the noodles and went to find the chopsticks.

When he lowered his gaze, he saw smoke rising from the top of Leisi Ni's head.

"What's wrong with you? On fire?"

Only then did they turn their attention to him.

"You stay." Lesni's mandibles trembled in conjunction with "Dada", as if he was talking.

Richer's nose was sour, and it was actually okay to joke with other people, but at this moment, he really felt the urge to cry, and he never thought that such a withdrawn person would actively want him to stay one day.

He bent down and hugged him gently, "If you go to the imperial capital in the future, you can come to me."

Lesni mercilessly hooked people away with a sickle.

"You can go to the imperial capital, or here." Lesney pointed upstairs, "Space magic."

For a moment, everyone who was still immersed in the emotion of reluctance was stunned.

The nostalgia that should be missed is over, the moving that should be moved is over, you tell me this now?

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Chelsea said angrily, her eyebrows raised like brushes.

Lesney let out a puff of smoke, aggrieved, "I've been saying it all the time."

It's a pity that no one took care of him.

Hastings explained for him, "Maybe it's too short, and the dust spreads farther upwards, so I can't see clearly."

The necromancer is hurt.

Richel couldn't make up his mind, "How to use it?"

Chelsea already understood, and said: "Lesney's hotel looks similar to ordinary houses around it from the outside. But the inside floor can accommodate 120 rooms, which is the use of space compression magic."

"So it was you who did it," Richel realized. This was Lesney's hotel before, so it's because he has this ability. "Can the Necromancer learn this as an added bonus?"

"His father is a genius in space magic." Chelsea paused, and said, "He used to be too."

Hayle tucked his hands in his sleeves and nestled next to Jacob, "How do you know everything, and you have investigated everything about his family?"

Just after he finished speaking, he found that his mouth was gone.

Witches are evil.

A string of soot popped out of Lesney's head, "Compressed space is one of them, and the medium can also be used to shorten the distance..."

He quickly explained a lot, but unfortunately no one understood.

"The restaurant door opens. It's Reston."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Richel understood this time, and almost gave a thumbs up. Such a convenient and fast magic was only used now.

"You didn't ask." Lesney's mandibles trembled.

"If you don't tell me, how do I know you will do this."

"You didn't ask how I knew you needed it."

Richel: ...

How could the dust gather and disperse faster than he could speak.

"What are we going to do? Do we need to prepare any materials?"

Lesney shook his head, took everyone upstairs, stood at the stairs on the second floor and watched for a while, then walked to the third floor.

It was the first time Richel had set foot here.

The wooden stairs creaked, and the windows at the corner of the stairs were nailed with wooden boards in all directions. A few rays of sunlight and dancing golden dust shone in, becoming one of the few light sources.

Dark, damp, and musty.

Richel took a few casual glances under the sunlight. The corner pattern on the top looks like curly leaves or churning waves. I don't know which style it is. The various curved and curved roofs are more individual than those downstairs.

He could still vaguely tell from the faded and speckled carvings how complex and gorgeous the decorations on the surface of this building used to be.

Lei Sini randomly opened a room facing the stairs, the environment inside was worse than the second floor, half of the windows were broken, a large piece of black and green mildew spread along the wall, and the satin blanket on the bed was covered with wet hair. Rising, wafting a disgusting smell.

Sure enough, the appearance of the restaurant from the outside is an illusion, and the real situation is so dilapidated that you don't want to step in.

Lesney pushed Richel's head out and closed the door, indicating that this room was fine.

Skeleton fingers poked a few small holes on the facade, felt out from nowhere a few beautifully colored stones, pressed them in one by one, and a few lines flashed between the stones, forming a magic circle. Specifically, Richer I didn't see it clearly, the light and the stone had dissipated, and even the door had returned to a flat appearance.

Turn the copper handle, and when the skeleton opens the door again, the scene behind the door...

A fat man with his face flushed with his pants half off, sitting on a toilet, his teeth clenched, his brows furrowed, his head still sweating profusely even in winter.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he opened his eyes.

A group of messy-looking people stood by the door, with six heads and six pairs of eyes, staring at him dumbfounded.

"what--"

Lesney hastily closed the door.

He fiddled with the magic circle on the door for a while, and opened the door with a "click".

A monk was hiding in an armchair in his room, wielding a knife to cut ham, with a flirtatious woman sitting on his lap.

The man looked up, and the knife flew out in fright.

Until the door belt was closed, Richel still vaguely heard the sound of a knife being stabbed on the door.

"You drive everywhere." Richel broke down.

"It's Reston there, it's just," Lesney's smoke slowly rose, "I can only open an interior room."

As for what kind of room it was, he didn't know.

"This time there will be no mistake." Lesney turned his hand and opened the door again.

"Isn't it... a bit crude?" Everyone looked around, but they didn't dare to go in.

"Spacious with room for a table," Hastings studied.

"The iron fence around it is quite unique." He probed his head and said, "Why is there a water leak?"

Looking up, a giant dog was staring at them vigilantly, drooling and showing ferocious fangs.

"Ahhhh-"

Richel quickly closed the door.

"It's definitely possible this time." Lesney turned the doorknob.

Richel couldn't stand it anymore, "Let's make sure again."

Before he could finish speaking, Lesney had already opened the door.

A clean, tidy, fresh and bright bedroom.

Everyone walked into the room curiously. The wall was pasted with exquisite rose-colored bronzing wallpaper, and some small ornaments were scattered on the top of the fireplace. There was a dressing table and a writing table against the wall. bed.

Warm and elegant.

Richel took a look and met Chelsea's eyes.

"This... looks like a restaurant room."

Open the window, but the outside is not the scene in their memory.

He looked at Lesney suspiciously.

"This is the hotel from 30 years ago."

A wisp of smoke floated lightly.

"Lesney, are you back?"

A clear and pleasant voice came from far and near, and finally opened the door.