Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 48

"You don't think it's fair, do you?" Someone appeared next to him at some point.

The bearded chef glanced at him. It was the oyster chef. He heard the group of chattering chefs chatting in the afternoon, and he knew that his name was Jinuo.

"He just catches people's attention by hunting for novelty, and uses unsavory means to get their attention." Jino has a thin face, and his messy black hair covers half of his face. man.

It's a pity that at this moment, his cheekbones are raised, and his complexion is different from the paleness of the blood race, and even has a kind of blue color.

If you see it outside, you will definitely think that this person is suffering from some serious illness, and you will immediately get out of the way.

Seeing the other party's expression full of scrutiny, he smiled and said: "Does the natural appearance look very listless?"

"I have no right to comment on a person's appearance." The bearded chef didn't show distaste, and moved his feet unconsciously, leaving a little distance from him, "Just like the banquet tonight, this is not a competition, there is no victory Negative, use money to do things, and everyone can eat happily."

"You're kidding yourself." Gino laughed.

The chef was expressionless, wanting to quickly end this annoying chat.

Gino was on fire.

"I discovered a secret." His tone was low and gentle, full of mysterious allure, "The black-haired chef is not a simple person, and the assistant beside him is even more difficult."

"It is certainly not easy to think of making dishes into that kind of shape." At least he has never seen, let alone thought, that one kind of food can be made into the appearance and taste of another.

Jealousy is unwilling to fill the whole brain, but I have to admire his whimsy.

"If he really just cooks like an ordinary human, how can he change one kind of food into another completely different kind of food?" Jino smiled slowly, "You are a chef from the imperial capital. Nobles have prepared countless dinners, and no one present has more cooking experience than you, you can buy these ingredients to try, just cook, and see if you can make it successfully."

"Boring." His impatience began to show, and he walked directly to the other end of the crowd.

Gino shrugged and started to approach the next person.

When the bishop approached him directly and asked him where he served, Richer knew that the night was safe.

Before the dinner was over, the bishop had already started to help him promote it.

That question was not only wanted by the bishop, but also wanted to tell all the monks present that they could go to his restaurant if they wanted to eat delicious food and did not want to break the precept.

The vegetarian dishes that monks usually eat are very simple to cook. How can there be a chance to come into contact with such delicious vegetarian dishes.

What he provided to the monks was not only the satisfaction of this dinner, but more importantly, he wanted to let the monks know that the vegetarian dishes in hotels and restaurants are delicious, and it is okay for them to come to eat normally, and they don’t have to ask for it. Only meat is delicious.

Richel handed the maltose to the table in front of the bishop, and said, "Tomorrow our restaurant will hold the second chopsticks training class in St. John's Square. Excellent students will be rewarded with generous candies. I hope you can come to the scene at that time. , give them some encouragement and God's blessing and good luck."

Encouragement, the bishop has no reason not to agree, and quietly swept the piece of candy into the sleeve of his large black robe after a few polite words.

Many monks under the seat were whispering to each other, some eager to try.

Richer did all the things that should be done tonight, accomplished the expected goal, and it could even be said to be even better. He was in a very happy mood, and when he came out of the lobby and returned to the kitchen, the smile on his face never stopped.

"The corners of your mouth are drooling like a fool, Zaile." Adrian rubbed the back of his head, a little helpless, how could this kid be so happy.

Richel jumped on his back, stretched out his arms, strangled his neck with his elbows and forced his head back, "Give me a laugh."

Adrian struggled to cooperate with him, the eight octopus tentacles fluttered wildly, and his little sacrifice was about to rebel.

"It's very arrogant today." The octopus rubbed his head heavily.

Richel squinted his eyes and shrunk his neck to hide from the rubbing, and loosened his grip a little. Adrian stood up directly, with a big human-shaped pendant hanging behind him.

Stretching his hands behind him and wrapping his legs around his waist, Richel was startled, and was relieved to see no one around.

"You put me down." His face turned red, and he was a little frightened, for fear that someone would jump out suddenly.

"Lie on my back and rest for a while." Adrian rubbed his buttocks with his hands restlessly, wrapped his hands around his knees, and walked forward with his back.

Richel rested his head on the crescent of his neck and rubbed against his neck.

"Why is my little boy so obedient?"

"Is this a nickname for me?" Adrian tilted his head slightly, from his chin to his Adam's apple and then to his collarbone, forming an elegant and perfect arc.

Richel was tempted to bite his Adam's apple, and said vaguely, "That's right, it's a nickname."

When they reached the door of the kitchen, Adrian put them down and cleaned the kitchen utensils with Hastings, who had been waiting all the time, dried them and put them on the carriage.

The bell at the top struck twelve, and the cheers outside had already infected the place.

Putting all the shovels and colanders into the carriage, Richer also cleaned up the stove, and was about to get into the carriage, when Adrian stopped him and asked Hastings to drive the carriage back to the restaurant first.

"Aren't you going home to rest?" Richel was tired all day.

"This is the biggest festival of the year, let's go and see it too." Adrian stole a kiss in the dark.

If your partner wants to join in the fun, you can only accompany him.

Richel followed him to the square at the entrance of the monastery, where a large bonfire was already burning.

Unknown musical instruments play exotic and melodious tunes. Four young girls with different dresses and dresses stand at the four corners of the bonfire. They tiptoe rhythmically around the bonfire with small steps. Their hands follow the dance steps from one position to another. Swirling in circles, the wide hem swirls into a bright flower.

Gradually, the surrounding races also began to join in the carnival, dancing with hands and feet.

Adrian also pulled him into the crowd, but Richel repeatedly waved his hands and refused, "I don't know how to dance."

"It's okay, I'll take you to dance." I put my hand on the waist of the person opposite, and took the opportunity to touch it twice.

10 minute later.

"Honey, let's not jump." Adrian collapsed.

"What did you say?" There were noisy voices all around, and all the voices were mixed together, and none of them could be heard clearly.

Taking advantage of the two holding each other's hands and walking closer, Adrian simply hugged him and whispered into his ear, "Hiss——"

Before he could speak, he was stepped on again.

This person is just dancing on his tentacles, and the time when his shoes touch the ground is probably not as much as when he is stepped on.

His eight feet were no match for the other two, and he was trampled everywhere.

Richel smiled sweetly, shaking his head from side to side, under the light of the fire, his black hair shone golden, and rose and fell with the dance steps, and his chocolate-colored eyes were dyed a layer of sweet honey.

He has already learned this simple dance step, pushing him back a little distance, turning around like everyone around him, jumping and kicking.

It's just that it's always a beat slow.

Adrian sighed inwardly, adjusted slowly, slowed down his rhythm, and followed his pace.

As a result, being trampled even more...

If it was someone else, he would have smashed the person into mud with his tentacles.

The octopus shortened its arms and legs as much as possible, and danced with him cautiously.

After the song ended, the two came out from the crowd, and Richer still couldn't get enough of it: "If there is dancing later, let's go again... What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, this place is a bit creepy." With a flick of the tentacles, it returned to its cleanest appearance.

The eight feet were covered with rain and dew, all were shoe prints, and the wrists and toes were swollen to be as thick as other parts.

While the other party turned his head and walked forward, he secretly rubbed them one by one, and after a while, he returned to the original state, and leaned on Richel again.

The front of the monastery is brightly lit. This is the largest square in the City of Liberty. At the moment, it is crowded with people. Many children have open boxes hanging on their chests. Inside are some flowers, melons, fruits and trinkets. There are also many people stopping at the moment .

Some treasure hunters and mercenaries set up a stall in the corner, selling some treasures explored from deep valleys and secret places.

But for most people, it is some ordinary and useless things. Only professionals such as magicians and pharmacists will linger here.

Compared with the people here, Richel was very small, and he turned around, pulling Adrian around.

The people who were planning to go home to sleep now opened their eyes wider than anyone else, and went to the stalls of those treasure hunters to listen to their introduction of those beast nails and animal skins, as well as piles of soil and plant leaves.

After listening to a booth, he dragged Adrian to the next booth.

"Not interested?"

Richel smiled, "I'm all interested. Just listening to them talk about the efficacy and usage, it's like going through a bloodbath, as if I've also fought fiercely with fierce beasts one after another."

"Why don't you buy it?" Adrian was a little puzzled. Seeing him shaking his head, he suddenly realized, "You don't just want to listen to the story, do you?"

Richel laughed in embarrassment, and explained: "What I buy these things for, it's useless." He is a chef, and he doesn't have a sword or a magic wand in his hand, so why do he need these things.

As soon as he finished speaking, Adrian pulled him away from the crowd and walked in one direction.

"Hey, I won't go shopping anymore." Richel thought he was bothering himself to only shop but not buy.After walking a certain distance, I found that Adrian was walking in one of the directions, with a clear purpose.

"Where is this going? It's not the way home." Richel looked around.

"Hush." ​​Adrian put his index finger on his lips, walked quickly on his feet, and finally put his arms around his waist, leading him to jump up to the building next to him.

Richel noticed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I noticed the same kind of breath."

"Same kind?" Richel was startled, "Demon?"

Adrian said nothing.

The people in front rushed all the way, turned into a quiet alley, completely separated from others, and only then did Richel realize that the person they were following was wearing a monk's robe.

"What's the matter?" Richel asked him silently.

Adrian just shook his head. Seeing that the monk turned a corner and disappeared, he hurriedly pulled people to follow.

has disappeared.

Looking around, they found themselves at the back door of the monastery again.

Adrian put his arms around him, jumped into the yard without making a sound, and followed the residual smell in the air, walking all the way forward.

The monastery is very large, and there are many rooms upstairs. Adrian passed by quickly, and finally stopped at the door of a room.

Looking at the brown wooden door and the brass handle, Adrian suddenly became a little nervous, and hurriedly followed him, what would happen if Richer got involved.

It is no longer the free and undisciplined past.

As if infected by his hesitant and serious face, Richer's heart beat violently, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear that his rashness might affect someone.

Arms and feet stepped back cautiously, and finally, Adrian hugged him, quickly jumped out of the window, and left the monastery.

The door opened slowly, and everything inside was as usual, so simple that it was incompatible with the luxury downstairs.

With a rattling sound, a white dagger fell on the wooden floor at the door, glowing with a gloomy light.