Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 49

Early in the morning, all the people from the hotel and restaurant mobilized, brought in hundreds of large round tables and chairs, and put chopsticks on them.

On the statue of Holy John, Adrian's tentacles are on the waist of the statue, lying comfortably on the horse and sleeping. It looks like a beautiful woman who has just been rescued by a hero, running wildly on the horse with St. John.

As soon as Richel looked up, he saw the scene of him being lazy, walked under the statue, and tugged at a hanging tentacle.

"Where's the promotional banner?" This time, I specially bought a piece of cloth with a prominent slogan on it.

Adrian stretched his waist lazily, turned his body over, and threw his head straight at him.

Richer was taken aback and avoided it. Just when he thought he was about to be hit, Adrian just hugged him, wrapping his wrists and feet around the statue to find a support point.

"No one." He yawned. "It's too early."

"Go get it and hang it up."

"Okay." Even though he complained, Adrian followed his advice and rummaged through the box he brought.

A young man approached furtively, his eyes wandering in all directions, walked up to Richel, and asked in a low voice, "I heard it's a new product?"

"That's right." Seeing that someone finally came, Richel immediately lifted his spirits, "You can't buy it in the market now, and you've never seen it before."

"Where did it come from?"

Richel thought for a while, the corn was sent from another continent, and said, "Gambis Continent."

"This is already very exciting." The young man's eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands, and looked eager to try, "What is its function?"

Richel looked him up and down, did he still need to emphasize the efficacy of sugar?

"Detoxification." He said one of them.

"Just what I need." The young man couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, "How much is it worth?"

Richel secretly stretched out two fingers, imitating his tone and said mysteriously: "6 gold coins."

A piece of dragon beard candy uses less maltose, and if calculated according to the amount of sugar, the price will be much lower than that of pure maltose.

But it has a superior taste, and no one here has seen it before. Each piece is only a little cheaper than maltose, and a whole box costs 6 gold coins.

The young man took a deep breath and showed doubts on his face: "It's the first time I'm back, can I..." He gestured with his eyes.

"First time?" Richel was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized again, and pointed to the round table not far away, "That's the novice area."

The young man rubbed his nose and went to sit there in a hurry.

Just pointing to the place here, a carriage stopped on the other side of the road, and a gorgeously dressed young woman stepped down, with a tight turban wrapped around her head, and most of her face was covered with a fan.

"Hello." She sneaked up to Richel and asked in a low voice, "Where is your master?"

Richel: ? ?

He suddenly panicked, how did this person know his relationship with Adrian?

"That...I..."

"Forget it, I'll wait by myself." She glanced around uneasily, put down her fan, and found a random seat to sit down.

Richel hurriedly pulled Adrian who was not far away to the corner, and asked with a straight face, "Who is that woman?"

Emerald green eyes looked around, "Which woman?"

Several people came to the table one after another, holding the leaflets they had distributed before.

Even if there are teenage girls, those dwarf girls in their 20s, rickety old women in their 80s, middle-aged women in their fifties, obese female dragons, and noble ladies in their 30s, all in one suit. The hairy orcs... all sat scattered around the table, looking around and looking at the others suspiciously.

"Which one are you referring to?" He looked puzzled.

"It's the woman in the dark green swinging skirt." Richel felt a little hurt in his heart, and said angrily, "Is this how you introduced me in front of outsiders?"

Adrian was baffled. Seeing that his expression was not quite right, he hurriedly said, "I have absolutely never said anything to this woman."

"Handsome red-haired guy, have a glass of malt wine." The young woman beckoned to him from a distance, her eyes were full of charm, as if she had an itch-like hook.

Richel's expression suddenly darkened.

"No!" he yelled.

The young woman frowned in disgust, how could this attendant be so rude.

More and more people came, all of them were unfamiliar faces, and their clothes ranged from gorgeous to simple.The regular customer group knows the restaurant, so they just need to wait three days and directly participate in the competition. Today is mainly for training novices.More importantly, promote the unique food and service of the hotel restaurant.

He had already made an agreement with Uncle Saixi outside the city and a few workers who had remodeled the private rooms before, and they will start to renovate them in the past two days. After their publicity, the private room service on the entire second floor will officially start.

"Have the banners been hung?" Richer rubbed his fists, and then warned the people around him, "You are right next to me today, don't look in the direction of those girls."

Adrian reacted belatedly, hooked his shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Honey, are you jealous?"

"You stupid and lewd octopus, no one but me will take a fancy to you, and I can't be jealous." As soon as "sex" was mentioned, Richel became uneasy again, "If you dare to look at other people more One click, and I'll poke your octopus eyes blind!"

Adrian felt more at ease, and his partner was really jealous, and even played a little tantrum.

He turned Richer around flatteringly: "Don't be angry, I'll listen to you, the banner is ready, look."

On the statue he was lying on just now, the iron sword held high in his right hand disappeared at some point, and it was stuffed with a corner of the red propaganda cloth, and the hand holding the rein in his left hand was tied to the other end of the cloth. Aunt Nian's greasy travel poses are a bit more shy and timid, and she wants to refuse and welcome.

On the flying red cloth, the theme of the training class is written: Everything can be chopsticks.

Richel's eyes hurt, and he went around to the front of the statue, intending to climb up and dismantle it.

Looking up, the originally excited war horse looked back in high spirits. At this moment, wrapped in red cloth, it seemed a little more rejected and forced, and the interaction with St. John was even more imaginative.

Just can't bear to look at it.

An old lady laughed so excitedly that her dentures fell out of her mouth, and her shrunken, toothless mouth continued to grin.

"What does 'chopsticks' mean?" Someone responded.

When Richer heard someone ask, he immediately answered: "It's a kind of dining tool. There is one of the most unique restaurants in the city, the hotel restaurant, which uses chopsticks to pick up vegetables."

They look indifferent, and they don't express their views on things they don't agree with, which is their respect.

Seeing that the tables were full, Richel asked everyone to pick up the chopsticks prepared on the table, and began to teach them how to use them and how to pick up the carrots on the plate.

"Is this selecting the most suitable person? The method is very special." A treasure hunter said, usually whoever bids the highest gets the treasure.

"Aren't you going to pay for this? Who would be so stupid, it wouldn't be some bad treasure."

"You can opt out."

"This method is also very good. I guess it has something to do with the so-called 'chopsticks' and the radish segments on the plate. It may be a puzzle game."

Everyone generally agrees with this view.

"I don't know what this treasure is, but there are so many people wanting it." A pirate with scars from magic burns on his face was stunned, "What do women want these things for?"

"Who knows. Do you know what this treasure is?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone looked at me and I looked at you. Some people looked blank, and some people inquired about it before, and their faces were mysterious.

Everyone had their own ghosts and began to stare at the plate of radishes and the chopsticks in their hands.

The women's table was not idle either, but most of them stared at Hastings who stood silently as a pillar, and used the chopsticks as props, dropping them directly to the ground for him to pick them up.

"My hands are so clumsy that I don't know how to use this kind of thing. Can you teach me?" A gorgeously dressed lady asked, and a snow-white plush shawl slid down one shoulder.

Hastings picked it up and put his hand on the back of her soft hand. When she was thinking about it, he let go of it, stood aside solemnly and respectfully said, "This is the correct posture."

"But I still don't know how to do it." What did the lady think? The person in front of her was gentle, polite, and humble. The key point was that she looked ascetic, and she almost wanted to fall drunk in his arms.

"My hands are always very clumsy, can you help me?" She teased.

Hastings stretched out his hand silently, and took the young lady's hand again.

"cluck clack clack..."

The fingers of the right hand were removed joint by joint from the finger to the wrist, and then quickly reinstalled, neatly, and Hastings didn't even see a wave in his eyes.

"Try now, see if your hands are still clumsy." He bowed slightly respectfully.

Everyone at the same table opened their mouths wide, looking at this scene in shock, forgetting to react.

The young lady didn't even have time to howl, she passed out on the spot.

The table next door was lost in thought, and she already had a premonition that she had misunderstood something.

When she took the leaflet, Richel was already empty-handed. She thought it was the playboy he met at the banquet last time who sent him to deliver the letter. She was ashamed to say such a thing, so she didn't ask to understand.

A few of them took a fancy to the treasure hunters who were working hard at the next table, found an excuse to study, chatted up with them generously, and took the opportunity to sit aside.

Seeing someone succeed, more and more races began to sit together, talking about the chopsticks in their hands.

"I don't know if it's my delusion, this style of painting...how did it start to become strange?" Richel was puzzled.

"I feel the same way." Adrian and Hayle nodded.

"Looking at the heated chat, it's a bit like..." Chelsea couldn't describe it.

"The scene of a large-scale blind date meeting?"

Richel looked around and explained: "It is to give all races who want to find a partner a platform and a chance to get to know each other."

It is hard not to agree with this statement.

"It's just, it's obviously a chopsticks training class, why is the painting style so distorted?" Richel wondered, and called Adrian and Hastings, "Did you say anything else when you handed out the flyers? "

"No." Adrian said, on the contrary, he even saved a lot of words when making the leaflets.

"It makes you feel the trembling and joy in the depths of your soul." Hastings said staidly, "This is how I feel about restaurant food." He ate lunch once, and he could never forget the taste.

"How normal." Adrian looked innocent.

Richel twitched the corner of his mouth, "I found that there is a generation gap between me and you."

There were more and more carriages coming and going in the square. Seeing table after table, many people gathered here, and they also looked here curiously, and they were pulled in by Chelsea and Jacob one after another.

This time, they made it clear that this is a chopsticks training class, not some messy place.

I heard that this is not a place for so-called dating or selling treasures. Most people in the venue sensed the deception and dropped their chopsticks to leave.

What, the prize is sugar?

That's fine.

The white sugar and honey in their house are hidden in their room, and they are usually reluctant to eat them, and some people don't even know what sugar looks like.

"You guys, if this restaurant of yours can't come up with sugar in the end, I will definitely ask my father to tear down your dilapidated restaurant!" A noble young man shouted.

Richel annoyed this kind of people the most, and he couldn't show it too clearly, so he said lightly, "If you fail to win the championship, the candy I took out is not yours."

The nasal cavity of the noble young man trembled, "Isn't it just two sticks, who can't, look at them." He opened his hand and swiped it, and he could barely move it neatly wherever he reached.

He choked and sat down quietly.

The training on the first day was not bad, people came and went, a total of nearly 700 people signed up, and it is estimated that there will not be too many left to participate in the competition.

There is a newly opened restaurant near St. John's Square, which just opened at the beginning of the year. The owner of the restaurant has a beard and stands by the door all day, listening to the shouts of Richer and his restaurant staff. There are people coming and going. To, in an endless stream.

He took him to the vegetable market, and when he came back, he was carrying vegetarian dishes such as beans, eggs and mushrooms.