Chapter 2113: Contempt of the Superior Country

The brief meeting ended. Doc said that his cooking skills were extraordinary, and then he wanted to invite Hong Bao to have dinner with him.

Hong Bao had already seen Thai and Western food in Lisbon, so naturally he had no interest in it, so he generously said that the food cooked by the fleet's cooks was pretty good, at least better than the Ming Dynasty's housewives.

His humble expression was believed to be true, so the two envoys who were eager to understand the Ming Dynasty sat quietly and waited for the food to be delivered from the dock.

"Want cutlery?"

Doc wanted to show off the culture of Plantagenet, but was scorned by Abel.

“The Ming Dynasty’s porcelain is more beautiful than your gold and silver tableware!”

Hong Bao was eager for them to get into trouble with each other, so he secretly added a bargaining chip.

"Our family is bringing a lot of goods from the Ming Dynasty with us on this trip, and we are willing to trade with the countries in Thailand and the West."

"trading?!"

This is what Doc was waiting for!

Because the Ming Dynasty's fleet was taken over by Frank, their interpreters have been guarding it closely.

Moreover, the lack of interpreters left the Plantagenets helpless. The country was already looking for it, and a reward was offered for the search, but water from far away could not quench the thirst for nearness!

And Hong Bao's words were like dew after a long drought, which made Doc almost want to go over and hug him tightly, and then find a place to get drunk.

Abel's face was naturally pale. This was what he had been worried about, but Doc refused to come over...

This is Plantagenet's conspiracy, the purpose is to snatch the trading rights with Ming Dynasty.

All the confusion was explained at this moment. Abel looked at Doc expressionlessly, watching him and Hong Bao getting close.

No one can refuse foreign trade!

There is only so much land and so many resources in the West. Without trade and robbery, how can we survive?

No one can say no to a good life.

So Doc's eyes were shining with sincerity, his mouth was spitting out the supreme friendship, and his hands seemed to be holding a bouquet of olive branches...

Come on friends, let's forget about that idiot Frank and let's trade.

The interpreter already noticed that something was wrong. He stopped translating and looked at Abel for instructions.

Hong Bao was stunned. He looked at Doc and then at Abel.

"You guys are...then let's eat."

Hong Bao knew the right time to hit the mark, and then he started talking about the various delicacies of the Ming Dynasty. Even Abel forgot about his dirty taste and listened leisurely and fascinated.

A team of sergeants arrived carrying boxes.

The fragrance is vaguely present, just like a beautiful woman wearing tulle showing temptation indistinctly, making people feel itchy in their hearts.

"This is fish stew."

A large plate was taken out, with a layer of tender white fish on it.

Again it’s the dipping sauce.

The chopsticks were wooden. Hong Bao ignored the other two and picked up a piece of fish stew. Then he looked into the air and praised: "It's as thin as a cicada's wings."

The dipping water was slightly spicy. Hong Bao dipped the thin fish stew into his mouth, then squinted to enjoy it.

Abel used chopsticks awkwardly, but he couldn't pick them up.

Doc casually picked up a piece of fish stew with his hands, and then dipped it in like Hong Bao...

"hiss……"

Doc's face suddenly solidified, as if in pain.

poisonous? !

Abel felt happy in his heart, and then laughed at himself.

No matter how stupid Hong Bao is, he will not poison him because they are not worth it. It would be more like the Crown Prince of Frank or the King of Plantagenet.

The credentials have been verified, and the person in front of me is the genuine envoy of the Ming Dynasty.

Abel also took a piece of fish with his hand, dipped it in it, and then put it into his mouth.

Numb, spicy, fresh, fragrant, tender...

Finally, Hui Gan!

This is delicious food!

Thinking of the palace delicacies that he was proud of, Abel shook his head slightly and thought about it carefully, as if the delicious food would disappear in the next moment, and even the memory could not be saved.

He opened his eyes and saw a shocked face.

Hong Bao looked at the expressions of the two people and laughed at the bumpkin in his heart.

Then he said calmly: "This is fish stew. The first thing about fish stew is the knife skills and the processing of fish blood, followed by the dipping sauce. This place is far away from the Ming Dynasty, but it is a lot different. It can only be said to be barely edible."

He picked up a piece of fish meat again and said: "If the fish blood is not processed well, the fish meat will be turbid. The best quality is to be white as snow."

The tableware is very exquisite. At least in the eyes of Abel and Doc, these exquisite porcelain should not be taken out to hold food, but should be placed in a secret room to enjoy slowly.

Both of them are figures close to the center of power in their respective countries and hang out in the palace.

They think they have seen the most prosperous and enjoyable places in the world.

But Hong Bao knocked down their pride with just a fish stew.

You are just barbarians!

Hong Bao nodded, and someone next to him opened the food box again.

The steaming hot braised lamb is here.

Abel shook his head, his nose twitching.

This is not a level!

Their history must be very long, and they have been or have been brilliant for a long time.

Diet is the history of the development of a civilization and the dividing line between strength and weakness.

For example, regarding the source of food, cattle and sheep were luxuries to the original Central Plains, but now the Ming Dynasty does not lack this.

This is the benefit of defeating the enemy on the grassland.

This is the powerful benefit!

Next came the steamed elbow, which seemed simple and fatty, but when it came to the mouth, both Abel and Abel almost swallowed their tongues.

For them, delicacy is swan. If they can have a swan marinated in honey and then roasted, it is the supreme delicacy.

The whole banquet process followed the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty, enthusiastic and measured.

Abel and Doc gradually put away their surprise and ate silently.

After Hong Bao put down his chopsticks, he looked at the many dishes left on the table and had a higher opinion of the two.

After the meal, they naturally had to rest for a while. Doc gave the place to Hong Bao and went out with Abel.

The Ming army's ships on the dock have returned, but a warship is floating more than a mile away from the dock.

This is a warning!

It also shows that the two countries, especially the Plantagenet, have not gained the trust of the Ming envoys!

"This is Frank's friend Doc, you have crossed the line!"

Abel felt that the peace between the two countries was too fragile, and the war might be reignited in the next moment.

Because he wanted to beat Doc up!

Doc sensed his anger and stepped away, then said coldly: "Great powers will not talk about any alliances. That is just the comfort of the weak, and Plantagenet is not a weak country, Frank..."

"Excuse me, Abel, Frank does not have the strength to form an alliance with the Ming Dynasty, so let's be realistic. Trade, we need trade, and we need more..."

"We need that route more, right?"

Abel sneered.

Doc said frankly: "That's right, don't you want it? Isn't it for that route that Lisbon is reluctant to leave?"