Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 16

"Have you heard? There's a very nice restaurant in Drishers Lane."

"I know that, hotels and restaurants."

"Hey, are we eating from the same restaurant? The one that sells snow-white meatballs, right?"

"That's right, there are also flower buns and thousand-layer cakes—this is the first time I've heard of these names."

"But the one I went to was called the Donkey Shop Restaurant."

"Huh?" The two walked to the door of the restaurant and looked around.

"I ate here."

The two spoke in unison, but pointed in diametrically opposite directions.

"This one is more delicious." One person pointed to the hotel restaurant.

"That one is too expensive, but this one is a bit poor in taste, but it's cheap. And," said another person, "the owner of that store specified that he should use something called 'chopsticks', even if it looks like the god of Moradin To save face, my hands are not that dexterous."

"Look, the dwarves who believe in the god of Moradin have entered." One person laughed, "I guess only dwarves with ingenuity would use that thing."

He thought about it, and felt that it was inconvenient to use chopsticks every time he ate.Under the persuasion of his friends, he still chose the "Donkey Shop Restaurant" opposite.

Richel has been a little troubled recently.

The restaurant business is very hot, and many people can't eat other meals since they ate the food here for the first time.

However, as long as he saw the queue on the opposite side that was longer than here, he felt annoyed.

It's fine to imitate his cooking, after all, there are dishes that he cooked before appearing on the street one after another, not just his family.

However, the newly opened restaurant on the opposite side, with its name and decoration imitated his, and the price was slightly lower than the price he quoted by two or three copper coins, obviously trying to compete with him for business.

Seeing those two green-skinned goblins jumping happily every day, the anger in his heart burst out.

Residents in the nearby neighborhoods usually eat stews. In a slightly better condition, there are stewed beans and fried sausages, served with dry bread.

Suddenly there is this kind of food, of course, I don’t want to subdivide the taste, I only see that the price on the other side is cheaper, and they don’t use chopsticks, so I carefully prepare forks for them, and everyone knows which one to choose.

God knows the so-called noodles they make are not as long as a little finger, thick and hard, and can be eaten with a spoon.

"What's the matter, Jacob and I just smashed the restaurant across the street." Hearing Richel's sigh, Adrian pulled his collar and walked out while talking, "Jacob, I've got to work. "

"You get food for your work." Jacob happily followed him.

"Wait a minute." Richer yelled, but unfortunately the two of them had already walked out.

They are also doing business properly. If they smash their restaurant and sue them later, he will go to prison to get Adrian.

Chelsea raised her eyelids, "Fight? Count me in." Saying that, he jumped up and stepped on the counter to rush out.

"Can you stop making trouble." Richel ran out after him helplessly.

At this moment, it was past noon and lunch time, and the business of the restaurant opposite was still booming, much better than that of his shop.

The people queuing at the door saw a few people approaching angrily from the opposite shop, and they all gave way to open the way.

"Adrian, come back!"

A goblin poked its big head out of the shop, and when it saw them, it yelled in fright, "The boss across the street is coming to smash the shop."

The people in the store were all taken aback, and they all speeded up to finish the food on their plates, wiped their mouths and came outside the store, leaning against the window to watch the show.

This is one of the traditions of the Kelexi Continent. It has been passed down from ancient treasure hunters. If two parties fight, there is a possibility that both parties will lose. At this time, the onlookers will have a great chance to catch the leak.

After so many years, the people of Kelexi have developed a habit of crowding around to join in the fun.

Adrian swaggered into the room and sat on the stool by the wall. The eight octopus legs were divided into two and overlapped. He said arrogantly: "Who allowed you to decorate like this?"

The two goblins stretched out their fingers tremblingly, pointing at each other.

"Adrian," Richel pushed away from the crowd and saw the only person sitting there, said, "Come back with me."

"No, these two green-skinned dwarves don't abide by the principles of doing business. We must teach them a lesson today." As he said that, the octopus tentacles picked up a chair, flicked it lightly, and smashed it against the wall.

The two goblins huddled together and shivered.

"Business matters must be resolved in a business way. If we cause trouble like this, other customers will only think that we are wronged. They are bullied, which is even more pitiful. Customers are psychologically partial to them. On the contrary, they will come to this store even more, and nothing can be solved. .”

"Then what do you say?"

"Come back with me first." Richel begged.

Adrian stood up and said helplessly, "You are so kind, you will be bullied to death."

"I won't be bullied." As soon as he finished speaking, his waist was hooked, and Richel felt Adrian's chin rub against the top of his head, blushing uncomfortably, and pushed him, "I'm I don't want to see you in jail...don't touch your hands."

"Prison can't hold me." Adrian went back with him, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Are you worried about me?"

"No." Richel couldn't bear the clingy octopus, and pushed him away completely, "I will still have to pay for the bail."

Adrian smiled and said, "I've already seen your duplicity, my dear."

Richel opened his mouth to explain, but felt that there was no way to talk about it, so he gave him a malicious look and said, "Anyway, don't try to cause trouble."

"Okay, I'll always be by your side." Adrian pushed him to the kitchen.

Behind him, one arm suddenly swelled, and it stretched directly into the opposite shop, swept it back and forth at will, rolled it up and squeezed it, and everything in the room was reduced to pieces in silence.

The two goblins hugged their heads and huddled in the corner of the wall. When everything subsided, they turned their big black eyes and jumped out of the ruins.

"It's over, it's over, we can't open a store anymore."

"You can't earn golden coins anymore."

"I'm going back to find what the master wants to eat."

"I can only steal the master's gold coins again."

"That way we can open the store again."

"They can't open a store anymore."

The two goblins looked at each other and smiled happily.

Within two days, they walked to the city hall with a bag of gold coins.

Richel knows that his ingredients are real ingredients. If he fights a price war, he will only lose money in the end, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Moreover, the main problem now is that the people here are not very proficient with chopsticks, which makes it very difficult to eat noodles. Therefore, he came up with the staple food that does not use chopsticks.

When Adrian went to the kitchen to look for food, Richel was kneading the dough. When he saw the dough already placed beside him, he said curiously, "The color is so strange."

"The purple one is dyed with carrot juice, the green one is made of vegetable juice, the pink one is made of raspberry juice, and the black one is mixed with rye flour." He patted the smooth dough in his hands, "The white one is still wheat flour. "

Adrian looked at the dough in amazement, "I've only heard of dyeing cloth, so can dough be dyed?"

It seems that another world has opened up.

He rolled the dough thin and cut it into strips with a kitchen knife.

"The noodles are very wide." Adrian said, "It should be easy to eat with a fork."

"It's not good yet." Richel wrapped a piece of noodles around his wrist, and the water in the pot boiled. He held one end of the noodles with one hand, and grabbed a small piece of noodles with the other hand, and put them into the pot.

After picking one piece, he picked up the other one and continued. When all the dough was put into the pot, he pushed the spatula, and the thin cubes of dough rolled in the pot one by one, and they were cooked in a short while.

Pick up the slices, put oil in the pan, fry the ginger, garlic and onion, add the chopped green vegetables, shiitake mushrooms, carrots, etc. and fry until cooked, add the slices and.After a while, a bowl of fresh and delicious stir-fried slices is ready.

"This noodle can be scooped up with a spoon without using chopsticks. Moreover, it can be cooked or fried, which is convenient and quick." Richel said.

Adrian took a sip, and the slices were smooth in the mouth, but they were very chewy when biting. They had a different texture from the long thin noodles. With the seasoning, they were indeed very fragrant.

Richel brought out another bowl of soup, "The fried noodles are too dry and make you thirsty easily. I recommend them to order a bowl of soup."

Adrian saw that there were tofu and chopped green vegetables in the soup, it was plain, even less bright than the stew here, and he looked a bit unappetizing.

But for the sake of tofu, he picked up the spoon and took a bite.This thing really suits his taste, it's so tender that you don't even need to bite it, it will shatter when you sip it lightly.

Moreover, it is very delicious, and it can absorb the aroma of other foods when cooked with anything, which is a versatile match.

The point is, it is very similar to Richel's skin, people can't eat it all the time, they can always eat tofu.

He blew on the soup, put it in his mouth, and the hot soup entered his throat immediately. The freshness and sweetness of the seafood first opened up the taste buds, and then he tasted the tenderness of tofu, the fragrance of vegetables, and the refreshing chewiness of shrimp meat Vigorous, sweeter and sweeter between articulate.

"What kind of soup is this?"

"It's delicious. This is called 'Emerald Tofu Pot'." Richel proudly said, "It is cooked with chopped rapeseed and tofu. In order to make the taste more fresh, I added seafood broth and fresh shrimp. There is no starch here, so I had to use flour juice to thicken the soup, look at this soup, it is the same thick, of course it would be better if starch can be used.”

As he talked, he felt melancholy again. There was really too much lack of things here. If he didn't live here, he didn't even know how good his life was.

He invited Chelsea and Jacob to eat together. After dinner, he said to everyone: "Recently, our restaurant's main dishes for lunch and dinner are these two, freshly fried colorful sliced ​​slices and emerald tofu stew. Highly recommend these two dishes.”

Chelsea rubbed her belly in satisfaction, nodded her chin, and the feather fan in her hand was about to move.

After launching these two dishes, combined with other snacks and pastries, the business of the hotel and restaurant really improved a lot. Sometimes when Richer looked out of the flowered window, his own business was even more prosperous than that of the opposite side.

"That's great." Richel lay on the bed with a contented face, "I calculated today's bills, our small restaurant, deducting the cost of food materials, only in these two days, there is actually an income of 100 silver coins."

1 silver coin can be exchanged for 1000 copper coins, a bowl of jelly slices sells for 25 copper coins, and a bowl of tofu soup sells for 20 copper coins. Calculated in this way, they sold at least 400 copies of each dish every day.

This can be regarded as great progress, at least everyone on this street has eaten here.Richer thought cheerfully, but with a smile, he began to worry about other things again, and couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning.

"Can't sleep?" Adrian turned to his side, resting his hands under his head.

"It bothered you?"

"No." His tentacles under the quilt were about to move.

"Business grabbing from the opposite side is just a trivial matter, and it can be solved with food." Richel thought for a while, and asked sadly, "Are chopsticks really that difficult to use?"

Since he used chopsticks since he was a child, he naturally didn't have any problems in this regard. Seeing that Adrian and the others didn't like to use chopsticks, he was still a little disappointed.

Massive palms rubbed his head, successfully detangling his hair.

"Don't worry, go to sleep, I will find a solution." The emerald green eyes are gentle like water, brighter and more attractive than the moonlight outside the window.

"The way you came up with is to fight." Richel said dissatisfied.

Adrian raised the corners of his mouth, and after the rustle, he hugged him in his arms and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Don't underestimate your fiancé."

Richer blushed, knowing that this person was always out of shape, so he held back his shame and raised his head to ask him, "Speaking seriously, what is the solution?"

A kiss landed on the tip of his upturned nose again, and his eyes became deep as he stared at the moist and pink lips.

Richel buried her head deep in his arms.

"Kiss again." Adrian's deep and hoarse voice was full of temptation in the dark night.

The person in his arms shook his head, and stretched out a hand to grope for his chin, trying to push his head away.Adrian grabbed his hand and kneaded it gently, and kissed his palm, "I'm your fiance, there's nothing to be shy about."

"It's just that you said yes unilaterally, and I haven't admitted it yet." There was annoyance in his muffled voice, he broke his hand out and hid it under the quilt.

How did he develop into a fiancé? Richel could no longer think of the original reason.On the contrary, he was being manipulated by this person all day long in the name of his fiancé.

The more I said it, the more I seemed to take it seriously.

He spurned himself in his heart.

Maybe, it's just because sometimes it's too lonely in this strange world, and it's not bad to have someone to accompany you like this.

"Kiss again, and I'll tell you." As he spoke, he moved his body away a little, and was about to bow his head.

This color octopus.

He hurriedly grabbed his hand, hooked his waist, shortened the distance again, and nestled tightly in his arms without moving.

"Tomorrow, go to sleep."